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Title
The Screech Owl Yearbook - 1941
Description
This is the "Senior Number", a special edition of "The Screech Owl" school newspaper.
Creator
Maynard High School
Date
1941-06
Relation
Digitized by Internet Archive for the Maynard Public Library as part of the Regional Digitization in Massachusetts program, administered by the Boston Public Library
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As We Depart
We were all very eager to go back to school in the fall of 1939, for we were to enter our first year of high school. It was a very important step for us, and we - like all Freshmen - tried to look and appear right at home as the Seniors did, but it was rather hard. How could we be dignified and at ease when we were always confronted with this question by the upperclassmen: "Are you in the Freshman Class this year?" Yes, it was difficult for us to forget that we were just green Freshmen - we were reminded of this fact so often. Yet somehow we got over the bumps of that first year and at last the ice was broken.
During our sophomore year we all became more confident and began to take a hand in things. We were still unimportant to some, but then that didn't matter because, as far as we were concerned, the sophomore class was the only class in the school. Time marched on, and so did we on to our Junior year.
Now we really began to enjoy ourselves. Things moved pretty fast, and before we knew it, the year had ended and also one of our class affairs- -the Junior Prom. It was our night to shine, and shine we did--just that. It was one of our biggest nights and will always be one of our brightest memories.
Our Senior wear was upon us before we really had a chance to realize it. Yes, our last year in school that seemed so far away four years ago. But we didn’t feel any different, although we may have looked so. The months fly by. Near at hand is the time when we are to enjoy our senior activities.
This is also the time when we stop to realize that we are leaving it all and to begin to look back. And we start to say to ourselves: “Weren’t those Fresh- man days wonderful ? Remember our sophomore year and then, in our Junior year, the Prom?”
We also stop to thank the faculty especially Miss Bradley, our class adviser—for their many kindnesses. Now is the time when we all look back and see the good times we have had, and we begin to wish they didn’t have to end. We realize the sadness of it all as we depart.
Marie Flaherty, ’41
We were all very eager to go back to school in the fall of 1939, for we were to enter our first year of high school. It was a very important step for us, and we - like all Freshmen - tried to look and appear right at home as the Seniors did, but it was rather hard. How could we be dignified and at ease when we were always confronted with this question by the upperclassmen: "Are you in the Freshman Class this year?" Yes, it was difficult for us to forget that we were just green Freshmen - we were reminded of this fact so often. Yet somehow we got over the bumps of that first year and at last the ice was broken.
During our sophomore year we all became more confident and began to take a hand in things. We were still unimportant to some, but then that didn't matter because, as far as we were concerned, the sophomore class was the only class in the school. Time marched on, and so did we on to our Junior year.
Now we really began to enjoy ourselves. Things moved pretty fast, and before we knew it, the year had ended and also one of our class affairs- -the Junior Prom. It was our night to shine, and shine we did--just that. It was one of our biggest nights and will always be one of our brightest memories.
Our Senior wear was upon us before we really had a chance to realize it. Yes, our last year in school that seemed so far away four years ago. But we didn’t feel any different, although we may have looked so. The months fly by. Near at hand is the time when we are to enjoy our senior activities.
This is also the time when we stop to realize that we are leaving it all and to begin to look back. And we start to say to ourselves: “Weren’t those Fresh- man days wonderful ? Remember our sophomore year and then, in our Junior year, the Prom?”
We also stop to thank the faculty especially Miss Bradley, our class adviser—for their many kindnesses. Now is the time when we all look back and see the good times we have had, and we begin to wish they didn’t have to end. We realize the sadness of it all as we depart.
Marie Flaherty, ’41