Dickinson High School - Gnome Yearbook (Jersey City, NJ)

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Pfisfory of the Cffzss of fame QQ LTHOUGH we all have a heartfelt adection for the school that has been the scene of so many happy memories, yet we are never entirely regretful when the time to leave draws near. Perhaps we have found our four years' routine to be irksome, or it may be that we desire a larger field in which to develop our individual abilities or talents. At any rate, our wistful regret in the hour of parting is only a passing emotion which soon gives way to happier moods. And it is in these last fleeting days that our minds race back to the time-it seems only yesterday!-when we irst climbed the stairs of the 'tschool on the hilltop. As freshmen, we had to accustom ourselves to different hours, strange people, new systems. XVe put on a bold front, but we were really a little afraid of this great building, it seemed so cold, so dismal, so formal. Walking about dazedly, we tried to fathom the puzzle of its long corridors, and the stairs to go up or down, and the rooms so hard to find. We had almost completed our freshman year before we had thoroughly adjusted ourselves to the new surroundings and atmosphere. We were now sophomores. How proud we felt when we first attended the morning session! We began to venture into some of the activities of the school, a little timidly to be sure, but with increasing courage. We now studied Ancient History. Although thrilled by the glorious conquests of Rameses H and Alexander the Great, we secretly felt that these men should have remained dead instead of arising to plague us with their deeds. Oh, well .... y Juniors! We liked the word, and used it freely, we knew than we were the back- bone of the school and held the reins that governed its activities. We felt that the eyes of the rest of the student body were upon us. And now, with unlimited confidence, we invaded every organization and athletic team. School spirit came, too, and those of us who did not take part in the sporting activities cheered our athletes on to victory. Shakespeare found a place in our hearts at this time. We admired Julius Caesar, despised Shylock, adored Portia, and sighed with Hamlet. Our study of physics led us to pride ourselves in our --ahem!-intellectual advancement. Seniors! We had reached this most desired stage in our school life. Chemistry was found to be rather messy, but never quite lost its novelty. l'Problems of American Democracy seemed very insignificant to us seniors. We had greater problems to worry about! Would our pictures for the Gnome turn out well? Who would be in the class play? Would it be a success? What persons would be chosen in the class ballot? Would our Commencement dance be formal? These and other weighty questions kept us awake nights. We have spent four years of our lives at Dickinson-four years of study, of cares and joys, of work and play. Perhaps we could have made better use of them. But new years are coming, bringing opportunities for those who will grasp them. We go forth into the world armed with knowledge to fight the battle of. life. Let us hope that most of the graduates of June 1929 will win out in this battle. We part now never to meet again in a single body. We leave our friends and teachers, however, with the conviction that we will carry on with the true Dickinson spirit for the rest of our lives. 23

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