Vineland High School - Record Yearbook (Vineland, NJ)

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 jelly-bean counting'' contest by eating all the jelly- beans before we arrived. Just to be different, we chose a king. Hubert Wand, and everyone certainly had a good time at that party, our very first class project . . . Saint again brought honor to our class through his ability on the baseball team ... We were equally proud of Mike Daugherty, fondly known as Mahoney . the champion tennis player ... of Laura who was chosen for All-State Orchestra ... of Clariese and Julie for making All-State Chorus . . . Many of our classmates joined the Hi- Spots Staff, and some of them were elected to club offices for the following year . . . The first Red and Gray Day was held in the spring and proved a tremendous success . . . The friendly rivalry it produced was not only fun for everyone but it achieved the primary purpose of promoting school spirit . . . We remember, too. when the Biology Club travelled to Glassboro to enter a live exhibit in the Science Fair . . . And again it's the little things that happened which we now recall fondly—the walks around the campus . . . the little luncheonette where we fed the juke-box and had a gay time jitterbug- ging . . . the model home and our little escapade . . . even the Virginia reel we did at the train station . . . As a perfect ending to a perfect year, the soph homerooms took class trips—Rieg's. Myer's. and O'Kane's went to Woodside (that missing per- sons hunt). . . Typing, to Atlantic City, (braving that icy water . . .those kids that almost didn't make it back to the bus) . . . Chem Lab. Snake Pit, and 103, to Riverview. (the roller coaster, the Fun House , the Old Mill , the ferry ride across the river and back, the airplane rides, and the bus trip—Mike begging for alms , Jean and the cigar, everybody and the peanuts) . . . It's wonderful to be able to remember, isn't it? Another long year stretched before us. and with it the thrill of being upperclassmen . . . Privi- leged people now, we started receiving the Guid- ance Headliner, and began thinking more seriously about the future. Our wonderful Mr. Matlack had left in June, but this September brought Coach DiTomo to V.H.S. . . . That was about the time that South Pacific” and canasta were sharing the spotlight for main topics of discussion . . . And wasn't it then that we were singing I Can Dream. Can't I? , Some Enchanted Evening , You're Breaking My Heart . There's No Tomorrow , and Mule Train ? . . . Our movie treat for the magazine drive that year was shown in the auditorium. Supplied with candy and pea-shooters, we had loads of fun watch- ing The Fleet's In (or at least the first part of •♦) • • Remember those parodies we wrote on Paul Revere s Ride for U.S. History II. and the contest in Hi-Spots that featured baby pictures of the fac- ulty? . . . French and Spanish students surely recall practice teachers Miss Dallago and Miss DeMaio . . . And who can forget the tuning forks, Mr. Krapf’s jokes, and those experiments that didn't work in physics? . . . Then came our junior play. The Inner Willy —103 and Typing homeroom collaborated on pub- licity and had everything from sandwich signs to white-washed sidewalks . . . Dick Shindler made a perfect impish conscience, with Nicky Possumato as Willoughby, and Peggy. Joan, and Lynn as the three maiden aunts, Hester, Louise, and Olga . . . Remember Dick in the long white things . . . Sherry when she walked in on Nick and had the entire cast in stitches . . . the lemon juice backstage . . . the twins Phyllis and Sylvia, and Sylvia's forgotten lines ... the party afterwards? . . . The class was proud of Jimmy Angelucci when he won first prize in the South Jersey Arr Contest ... of Ruth Weitzman who copped third prize in the girls' public speaking contest ... of

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One of the most memorable assemblies was the one in which the blind Carmelo Cascio moved each of us with his inspiring renditions on the piano. The girls of 103 held a baby picture contest that evoked a chuckle from almost every teacher and student who entered the room. Markham’s and Myer's homerooms, as well as the fellows of Chem. Lab. held Who's Who contests, and Miss Rieg’s girls entertained themselves one bright morning with a talent program. Our pet name for the Biol- ogy Lab was. of course. The Snake Pit . . . One unforgettable event of that happy year was The Challenge. The JAS Boys claimed that they would buy more Hi-Spots subscriptions than would the girls of 103. Bravely accepting the chal- lenge. Durand's girls agreed to the designated pun- ishment for the losers—the consequence of wearing their clothes backwards to school for one day! The fight was on! For a week the battle raged! An then —miracle of miracles—the girls were victorious. The head of every JAS Boy bowed in humble defeat. The Chem Lab was silent as a tomb and the black curtains were drawn for the solemn occasion. The day arrived, ancj a funny thing happened—it wasn’t so bad after all! In fact, it was lots of fun! The boys showed themselves to be good sports as they ambled about V.H.S. in their weird-looking outfits. Many of us still have snapshots of them—lasting reminders of that unusual event . . . Those were the days when we flitted about humming tunes like It’s Magic . My Darling. My Darling . Buttons and Bows , Lavender Blue , and ' Again . . . And likewise those were the days when the girls looked pretty in old-fashioned Gibson Girl blouses and circular skirts . . . and when tele- vision was just starting to become popular . . . Now the memories are coming back in multitudes, aren’t they? . . . We have a faint recollection of the Chess Club under the direction of Mrs. McMicking . . . and another of a trip to the Franklin Institute by the Latin II classes to see Classical Mythology in the Stars at the Planetarium (remember the model train we scrambled onto . . . and the driving tests some of us took . . . and the airplanes . . . and the huge pendulum that intrigued us . . . then. too. remember the fun we had on the bus trip—the songs we sang and the food we ate?) . . . Now. automatically, we are reminded of Latin class itself —the pretzels, the hidden lunches, the paper hats, the orange that mysteriously rolled in the door one day—oh. so many little things—too funny and too precious ever to forget . . . Then there was the Sophomore Party . . . Perhaps what made even more of a lasting impres- sion on us than the dance itself was the fun we had while preparing for it—that Friday when we came to school in dungarees and old shirts . . . when we toted buckets of water (some with holes in the bot- tom. much to our dismay) . . . when we boldly tramped into the woods to chop forsythia and wild pear blossoms, hauled them onto trucks, and ar- ranged them around the gym as best we could . . . when we covered old umbrellas with pastel crepe paper to carry out our theme April Showers . . . and when the band members upset our plans for a

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Bert who walked off with first in the-Pegasus compe- tition ... of our wrestlers. Frank (guillotine) and Jim (undefeated in South Jersey for two and a half years) . . . The most outstanding fad in our junior year was the funny hat craze . . . We all wore 'em and we all loved 'em . . . The girls' gym class even had an official contest—let's see. now—Sylva had the most original (remember what it was?). Julie and Sonya tied for the title of prettiest hat. Sarie Bishop had the ugliest, and Lynn won for having the most patience in keeping hers on . . . What a bunch of crazy kids—wonderful crazy kids! . . . Not long after that, we voted on our class flower, motto, and colors, and when we were meas- ured for class rings, and—well, gee. it felt good to be juniors! . . . Remember Kammer's English classes—the stories and those strange marks on the board . . . and 7th period study halls with the gang —the jokes, the mail-bag, the bobby-pin twanging . . . the after-school sports program for girls—tennis practice, badminton tournaments, softball . . . base- ball and track for the fellows? . . . And, oh. how thrilled we were when eleven of our classmates were inducted into the National Honor Society at the end of the year . . . There was just no denying that our class had it ! . . . Plans were underway for our big Junior- Senior Prom with its unusual Chinese theme . . . We painted scenes, cut strips, made carboard dragons and Kleenex carnations, built a pagoda, hung paper, tacked, trimmed, hammered, stapled, pasted, and wired—and then—on Saturday night. May 20. our slow boat pulled into the Chinese port, and we had ourselves one terrific time! . . . Then came that memorable Tuesday morning when the junior classed moved up to the senior seats in a very impressive assembly program . . . This time that junior class was us, and we all felt the thrilling, yet almost sad sensation . . We wore our rings with pride, and parted for another summer, hardly able to believe that we would return as— seniors! At last! . . . We knew that the golden glory of being seniors was our very own. and we were con- fident that it would be every bit as grand as we had always imagined . . . After the first few weeks we became accustomed to the idea and we began to feel the distinction of being on top. of being the class looked up to by all the others . . . We elected our officers, and gradually realized that we were no longer doing things as individual homerooms, but as a large unit . . . We were all working together now. and everything we undertook was as a class . . . We couldn't wait until that first assembly, that very special one when we could march up the aisle in pairs, ahead of the underclassmen . . . Being seniors carried the weight of responsibility, too, for now we held executive positions in clubs, and others turned to us for leadership . . . Recognizing the need for greater school spirit, we ignited a spark that spread all over the school . . . The Pep Club, that gay bunch from Markham's section, showod its stuff through its ori- ginality and undying enthusiasm for the cause ... It caught on rapidly among the seniors . . . Sound Off and Senior Song were our favorites. Soon the entire student body was cheering and sharing that wonderful spirit . . . Our stuffed chicken on wheels, Peppy, became the symbol, even though he did lose an eye during the basketball season . . . Sometimes we couldn't even restrain ourselves until the afternoon pep rallies, so we started cheering during Activity periods. How the others must have envied us those happy times! Yet. why was there a little sadness in our hearts as we sang the Alma Mater at that last football rally?—We just sort of realized that it was the last for us. and somehow— somehow, we didn't want to belive it . . . Donaghy's girls, for selling the most maga-