Gary Hesse
Our senior year in high school was a most unusual year with the politics going on around us, Viet Nam those of us going on 18 having to deal with, and more. I wish that I would have had more tools with which to deal with life, but hey, we were 17 or 18 years old and trying to enjoy our last year of high school and trying to figure out our next step – college?
Anyway, there was an incident of voter fraud in our senior year which transpired in the ‘election’ of the homecoming court. The boys who served on the boys league commission had the responsibility to interview and then vote on which girls would be chosen. They were interviewed and then judged on approximately 10 different things – poise, etc. 10 categories with 10 points each – 100 points possible for each candidate. It was a good approach, but popularity did play significantly.
Stan Lazarian was the boys’ league commissioner; I was his assistant (having lost the election to Stan). The evening after the interviews we met at Stan’s house up in Sierra Madre Villa and counted the votes. We tallied the votes, added them up for each interviewee, and then divided by the number of ballots. The top scores decided the homecoming court and the highest score was the homecoming queen. 10 of us then paired up and went to the homes of the homecoming court princesses and queen to congratulate them.
Well, there was one interviewee who was not popular with 3 of the judges, and they gave her zeroes in every category. At the time we were not experienced enough to trash those ballots and divide the tallied score by 3 less. So, 50 years later, I would like to apologize to Ahme Sawicki – she should have been on the homecoming court. This has bugged me for 50 years and I wish we would have handled the matter differently, but the most things we had voted on up until that time was class elections – most of us were not experienced to deal with something like this although there were three who unfortunately were (in a sinister way).
That evening Tom Barnes and I went to the home of Becky Furman to congratulate her on being chosen as one of the homecoming princesses. It was fun – I had been in parochial school (grades 1-3) with Becky then reconnected with her in high school! Rest in peace Becky.
Anyway, I wanted to get this off my chest – it wasn’t a topic for a reunion, but I wanted to let go of it and now was a good a time as any! Time to focus on that 55th reunion cruise!
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