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By the side of old Nahatan, On the hill, 'neath
sheltering oak trees, There in ye olde senior high
school, In 1956-September, We the class of '60
entered To the tune of double sessions; Never
dreaming that before long, We should choose
from out our number, Greg Romaine, as one to
guide us, William Riccio, to assist him, Secretary,
Nancy Smalley, Carolyn Arpe, as our treasurer.
Then, that same year, in December, We did
move to our new wigwam, And marked the end
of double sessions. With the help of our
advisors, Mr. Nolan, ,Mr. Collins, We planned a
dance for A.F.S. Day.
When we did return as Sophomores, We chose
the ones who were to lead us, Robert Bradley,
Stephen Vogel. Nancy Smalley kept our
records, Carolyn Arpe held the purse strings.
Mr. Child was our advisor.
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With his help we planned two dances;
"Haunted Hop" was all successful, "Sham-Rock"
was our next endeavor. Both were times of
much rejoicing. Then the girls to make
excitement, Thought, and then did band
together, Dyed their hair, wore fathers'
neckties, Did this all when we were
Sophomores.
Finding now the race half over,
Half our school years now behind us,
We began the year as Juniors;
We were now called upper classmen.
Again we chose the ones to lead us.
Robert Bradley, still the head man,
Frederick Tripp was next in office,
As our scribe was Noel Stoodley,
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Brigid Kelleher, our banker.
Mr. Nolan, Mrs. Eaton,
Were the ones that did advise us.
Our class this year for A.F.S. Day
Washed and waxed all Westwood's autos.
At "Monster Foul," the dance for football,
We did hang old Freddy Franklin.
Our class play was good, but hectic;
Opening night, before appearing,
"Where's the makeup?" "Where's the
prompter?"
Could be heard by nervous actors.
Honors now were heaped upon us-
Balfour cited Johnny Wentzell;
State Science Fair for Otis Philbrick;
Ted Tripp, Ray Kodzis, went to Boys' State.
Then we planned our prom, called Ebbtide,
With its shipwreck scene and mermaid,
With its throne set in a sea shell,
This, our prom, we'll long remember.
Returning with anticipation,
With our biggest year before us,
Thinking now about our future,
Tripp moved up to be our leader,
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Wentzell was his sturdy helper, Stoodley still
recorded minutes, Wampum-guard was Stephen
Vogel. Miss Burns and Mr. Pierce advised us. Again
we washed the cars of Westwood, Soaked us all
with soap and water, Made a mint for foreign
students. From the land of waving tulips, Aty Van
der Marel joined us, Won the hearts of Westwood
High School, Made us all forget our troubles, With
her tales and bubbling laughter. To Germany we
sent two studentsNancy Dorey for the summer,
Linda Johnson spent the school year. We gave two
dances. First, "The Kick Hop;" Then in leap year,
"Sadie's Shindig." Dieter Callhoff went from
Westwood Into Boston to the State House; He
was the one to represent us. Assemblies, class play,
dances, parties. This was our last year together.
Now we've finally reached commencement. All our
future stands before us. When we look back on old
Nahatan, To the hill 'neath sheltering oak trees,
Where we once began our journey, We will fondly
think of Westwood.
We have these "Moments to Remember."
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