VOL. XVI, NO. 12
MAY 2, 1975
Frosh Can Take Pride
By THOM O'DONNELL

Maine West can be proud of its Freshman Class. In the 16 years that Maine West has been Maine West, there has never been a better crop of frosh.

Naturally, when you kids first arrived in September, you were ridiculed (and rightly so) for your confused behavior; but now one can scarcely spot a freshman in a crowd. That could be, though, that you are still too short to see.

With your heads buried in your new schedules, you caused quite a bit of commotion by bumping into people and teachers alike. In the past month, however, we doubt that there have been more than two or three instances of the slapstick adventures usually associated with frosh (such as dropping plates in the cafeteria). Perhaps applause after each shattered plate bores you.
Also, you must no longer be amazed at the sound of your name being called since you no longer listen two or three times before answering when your name is called. Most have even learned to carry the necessities of school life without leaving a trail of dropped books and folders.

We can be proud of the face that Maine West freshmen have grown up in a matter of only seven and one‑half months.

Franklin D. Roosevelt once said, "All we have to fear is fear itself." To this we must add that we have one more thing to fear - the Class of '79.