East Rockaway High School - Rock Yearbook (East Rockaway, NY)

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CLASSES From the homes of diverse parents at the jolly age of five We came into our schoolhouse, not so glad to be alive. Here we've lived together in a non-phlegmatic state As cut-ups some, as scholars some, we often walked in late. We've spent twelve years together as the closest sort of pals And we think wc'rc quite a dandy bunch of fellows and of gals. To keep these memories burning we here do show to all A portrait and description of each one. short or tall. As now we lay aside our books and step out into life— Some to pick a husband, some to find a wife. Some to find success and fame, some to—who knows what?— We leave to each this year book as sincere forget-me-not. To one and all from each of us, however gay or sporty. We show herein those whom we love: the Seniors. Class of '40. DR.

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CLASS DF 1940 There's been a big delusion going on around here. From Monday till Friday, forty-two weeks of each year for twelve years, the class of ’40 has been right on hand, getting an education. Sly teachers know why we stuck to this terrific grind; they had us thinking school was fun! Present day bustlers in the McGovern and Betty Decker manner got their training early. At the very beginning, teachers put us to play with crayons and blunt scissors. There hasn't been a dull moment since. In fact, we've been so anaesthetized by activity that we hardly felt the pain of learning algebra, biology, grammar or typing. We made castles from oatmeal boxes on portable sand tables. We made maps from a sluppy slup” of soaked newspapers and peopled them with native villages of decorated clothes pins. In the upstairs hall of Centre Avenue School, railroad man Dick Blcsscr managed an elaborate system of tracks and switches, while-air man Harper West built balsa models after school till six o’clock. We all had a grand time. School routine was broken by games, stretching exer- SENIOR Prendent. Robert McGovc Secretary. Virginia Krull cises as we faced the open windows, and hilarious races around the rows of desks. Oakley Johnson always won the eraser race because the top of his head was conveniently flat. On Thursdays at Centre and Tuesdays at Rhame, our teachers directed a mass evacuation to assembly, where we were entertained by movies, policemen, glass blowers, and plays from upper classes. F.xtra subjects were a joy to those who like them and a joke to all the rest. For music sessions we sometime traveled to the auditorium piano, horsing along the way. Drawing had a special room and woe betide if Miss Emmick heard a racket from her pupils cn route. That meant we had to form a line and come down the stairs all over again and again. In the proper proportion, they gave us outdoor activity, beginning with lower grade gardens and culminating in the Rhamc-Centre track meet. There Bertha Vobornik won blue ribbons annually, to Centre Avenue’s despair. On track meet days there was no school in the afternoon. Mr. Bormann, in white ducks, mopped his head and recorded the points while teachers in ankle socks and sun-back frocks watched over the separate events. Miss Rudiger with a megaphone reigned supreme. [it] CLASS OFFICERS rn. Vice President. Ruth O'Bncn. Treasurer. William Mcldcnhurg