Campbell
High: Class of Sixty-One
What happened to the class of sixty one?
Lets go back and take a look. Come with me
I'ts Friday, eight a.m. I can hear them, see
them.
Like Banquo's ghost they walk the halls again.
Class of sixty-one, three hundred and fifty
strong,
Talking, calling, flirting, making dates for
tonight's game
Down the inside halls and past the Dean's office.
Crawford standing there giving out class admits.
Miss Bull directing a freshman to class
Hey! Does Bill Tarr still lock the door after
the bell?
Virginia Jenning's
class reading Shakespeare.
Shylock and is pound of flesh made real.
Marotti recalling past coaching glories
To his Driver's Ed. Class. The girls are bored.
Bryan Misselbrook teaching English, college
level,
McDermott reminds class, "No homework
tonight,
It's football, Morton's pitching touchdowns."
Len Scroggins, "Scrog," to all his
swimmers.
He thinks he owns the pool. Hey, he does! So
what?
Remember Yearbook meetings, HI Y, Girls League?
School Assemblies every Monday. "Hey!
You're in my seat!"
Block C initiations. The administration never
found out.
Those Friday night parties, parties, parties!
"Remember we toilet-papered Culp's new house."
Bill Perkins and the best marching band in
the Valley.
(We lost Mr. Perkins a few years ago. God bless
him.)
Adolescent fever with
all it's false sophistications.
Senior girls flaunting their social cliques
and
Senior boys Hi Y clubs competing for recognition,.
Like wild ponies, unbridled, free, while
Exploring the sounds and thrills of youth..
"Buy hey we're here
now to renew old friendships.
There's Craig, Leroy, Penny, Ruth, Kay all
the rest.
"Is that really Pee Wee Whitewing?"
They're talking, flirting, hugging, reminiscing
How those unkind years have taken their toll.
Some classmates gone,
perhaps forgotten.
Bill, Eugene, Evelyn, Bob, Jack and others,
Classmates all - but really not forgotten.
"Hey! Is that really you? No kidding, Seven kids!"
Some hesitant, not sure but others never stopping.
Eyes searching, misty and aglow with anticipation.
The true sense of urgency now spent.
Sad and empty, dulled through dissipation.
Hey! We are Campbell
High School's class of nineteen hundred
sixty-one.
We're back again, talking, acting like seventeen,
Updating lives, fortunes, families and achievements.
The true meaning of love grown older and wiser.
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