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The following is a story found in the 1959 Yearbook.
THE CHRISTMAS TREE
by CARL COOPER
Last Christmas Rockefeller Centre, New York, displayed an avenue of twelve foot "plastic trees". At the same time room 120 displayed a Christmas tree just as unusual but not as elaborate.
Shortly after the announcement that there would be a contest within the school for the classroom having the best Christmas tree, three boys, Don Wells, Steven Ross, and I, inspired by originality, set out for the woods. We procured a birch, which although stripped of its foilage and barren of all greenery, was triumphantly brought forth from the nearby woods and lovingly deposited in the waste-paper receptacle. The classroom teacher took offense to this and ordered us to meet him at four o'clock. Meanwhile the tree was removed and placed in a snowbank outside. Before four o'clock, however, it was decided by the class that everybody would stay and "bargain collectively" for the right to erect and decorate the tree we wanted.
At four o'clock, after a few minutes of discussions during which several individuals expressed the opinion that the tree should be returned to the classroom, and if properly decorated, the prize would be ours, the teacher somewhat grudgingly granted our request. The tree was promptly returned. Immediately the pupils commenced to have it properly erected and it was decided that everyone would contribute decorations. While some pupils brought decorations from home, others freely spent their pocket money to buy them. Without this combined effort, the tree could not have been the success it was.
The branches and trunk of the tree were encased in tin foil and gave the appearance of being coated with silver. Tinsel and bulbs were liberally employed on the branches and over this masses of angel's hair engulfed the entire tree. To view the tree thus arrayed with only the tree lights burning, was a spark that would set the fires of the imagination burning. It appeared to be suspended in the air. The lights reflected in its silver branches and filtered out through the heavenly mist-like angel's hair which surrounded it. This representation of beauty and mystery gave one the sensation that he was beholding the legendary "Raintree".
The judges must have been thus inspired, for upon returning to school the morning after the judging, it was announced by the principal that room 120 had won the coveted Christmas panda. The fruits of our labour had ripened. Mr. Belbin, the classroom teacher, was the first to offer the class his congratulations.
The panda now holds a place of honour in the classroom, but it should not stay sitting above the
With this in mind, room 120 of the graduating class of '59 presents the panda to Mr. Belbin.
How many of you remember the School song "AMALGAMATED HIGH"?
I found it in the 1963 yearbook.
Words by Charles Hull and Music by Miss Barbara Graham
|Onward and marching proudly,|
With banners waving high,
Our hearts are joyous there to see
Our alma mater glorious,
So give us never failing strength
Push on, push on, donít ever tire,
Again, from the 1963 yearbook comes a: "LITERARY SECTIONÖ. a few samples from budding poets and authors"
Again, from the 1963 yearbook comes a:
"LITERARY SECTIONÖ. a few samples from budding poets and authors"
Me? A Poem?By Nancy Pafford They told me, "Go and write a poem."
I said, "I donít know how."
They said, "Just try. Itís not hard."
I still canít do it now.
I wrote and wrote until I tired,
I know you think Iím stun.
I thought of birds, I thought of bees
At last I thought, Iíll tell the truth
Goddess of the Moon
By Janice Wells
Shimmering lights shine from her hair
A shawl of softest silk she wears
This is the Moon Goddess, adored