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Karen HebbAs we now sit on our own graduation platform, each of us is about to receive his own special key, one which will open any door he chooses as he passes from the safe, secure world of adolescence (not unlike that of Alice and her looking glass) into an adult world of reality and uncertainty. And as we wait, somewhat impatiently, somewhat apprehensively for our diplomas, we take the opportunity to recall the highlights of the final year of our high school career.

September 7 found the class of 1961 awakening from the wonderfully lazy dreams of summer and slap-happily facing the end of our journey through mirror land.

Leo Barile was designated supreme justice of the highest court in the land and our representatives to the jury included Bill Bedard, Dave Buehler, Shirley Fuller, Ted Gale, Elaine Georgina, Helen Ingalls and Knute Westerlund. It was the new ruling of our overseers that we hold campaigns for the election of our class leaders, and the innovation was whole--heartedly cheered by the student body. After the petition sheets (sign, sign) campaign speeches (bla, bla) and counted ballots (1, 2, 3) Bill Bedard rose to the position of most exalted ruler, his council being that of Larry Cooke, Marilyn Foote, and Knute Westerlund. Lest we go too far astray, Uncle Carl (I swing, really I do) Miller retained his position as drum major and ran ahead of our parade down through our last, but still long hall of mirrors. New majorettes, admitted to the ranks as teachers included Miss (Now what makes you think I'm wrong?) Booth, Miss (this is America?) Muir and Mr. (blue slips-- or are they not red?) Fitzgerald.

With this conglomeration of people how could we help but have a real jumpin' time? So, we started to swing our way toward the locked doors at the end of the year. Our first class meeting was one which we wish we could forget, but one we know we'll have to remember. Some members made things pretty tough for our new officers and we're willing to bet that Bill was something of a nervous wreck by the time it was over. We did manage, however, to designate committees for our class motto and song, to decide what the class colors weren't to be and to discover we were not to be entrusted with a school dance this year.

About the time Coach Andy snuck up behind our parade and heisted the entire back row out onto the rugby field. He didn't particularly care if they were male or female, just as long as they could vaguely identify an oval ball. Other sports at that time included the cross country and girls' tennis teams.

Well, with the late fall came the variety show, our very successful magazine drive and colder weather. We warned our teachers we were about to hibernate, but they didn't believe us until marks came out again.

By New Year's Eve, all of us had resolved to be the school's best students and to improve ourselves in every thinkable way for the remainder of the year, but after we awakened on New Year's Day, we decided not to uphold the silly resolutions on the grounds they might incriminate us.

Meanwhile, three of our members bounced out of the line to receive well deserved awards. Claire Nixon was designated our D.A.R. Good Citizenship girl, and Helen Ingalls our future homemaker, while Ann Cooper jaunted out to Chicago to walk off with national honors in 4-H dress- making.

Soon the second semester was upon us and it proved to be just as complicated as the first. Though we tried to be as dignified and reserved as some of our college acquain- tances, for us it just didn't work. People merely looked at us and laughed.

But, we assumed that with graduation and the launching of many careers, we would mature with age.

Suddenly, we're brought back from our world of reflection. Mr. Stinchfield is handing us our diplomas now, our journey through looking--glass land has ended, our doors have become unlocked--they slowly swing open. We're on our way--and we know we're not alone.

Karen Hebb

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