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

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 DEDICATION Urbane and cultivated, our captain is a man to admire. We pugnacious crew members who hurl salty curses at each other when our tempers become aroused can find in him a model of even-tempered gentility and quiet understanding. He is the ship's officer who is famous for his record of never having yelled an order to a subordinate, no matter how serious the infraction. No doughty sea man whose interests end with talk of topsails and jibs is he; his cabin—stacked with the best art books, classical records, oddities and souvenirs from his land travels—reflects the scope of his tastes. Tucked away neatly near his bunk is a complete set of twenty-four records of the opera Don Giovanni, and close to it is his collection of oddities ranging from drawer pulls to old toys. With special coaxing, he may show an interested crew member specimens of his professional work. With luck, he may take out the official tablecloths he designed for the San Francisco and New York World's Fair or the one with historical slogans which graced the table at Governor Lehman's party in the Executive mansion at Albany. Reaching home port, he rushes down the gangplank to the nearest theatre to see Nazimova or the American Ballet in its latest offering or to meet one of his many artist friends. When Broadway's lights have become too dazzling, he drives his streamlined roadster to Massachusetts to spend leisurely days at the farmhouse that was once a Revolutionary inn. Touring the countryside for antiques and tearing down barns are his particular passions. After long healthful days in the good New England air, he finds his fireplace chair a pleasant place to sit as he works on the art textbook he is writing. And so with this gallant man in charge, we can truly say No wind that blew dismayed her crew, or troubled the Captain's mind. DEDICATION TO

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THOSE WHO SIT AT Our mates, petty officers and capable masters make up the able officers that have brought the S.S. Rock into safe harbor. Our firm admiral, Dr. Studwell, has guided our vessel with a steady keel into the calm waters of knowledge. As we roam the decks on our brisk morning stroll, we smell the tantalizing odor of coffee and we know that our java-loving science prof, Mr. Hermanson, is, as usual, having his morning bracer-upper. The clinking of jars and test tubes belies the fact that Mr. Hoppen is up and about and probably giving Oscar, the alligator, his daily bath. The fast tempo of Mr. Fordham's accomplished musicians cuts through the air to the steady accompaniment of Mr. Carter's morning gym classes. We nearly stumble over two queer looking persons on stools, working on some surrealistic farce just to discover that they aren't from Greenwich village, but rather roaming impressionists from the art classes of Mr. Safford and Miss Duffy. Suddenly passengers come dashing by us with their eyes wet with tears. Curiosity compels us to peer through the port hole. Mr. langworthy's chemistry class is being teared apart by tear gas. The suffering chemists have fled to the whiteness of Miss Cruick-shank's hospital-cabin to be calmed and treated. A door opens—the clicking of typewriters and the command of Miss Barron, '.'Keep your eyes off the keys floats out to meet us. Comment-allez vous? Je suis tres bien-et vous? Another language greets us and the cosmopolitan students of the Miles. Davies and Langenus parlez-en-francais in the American Way. The large cabin on our right opens to the domain of Miss Hickman. In this library, the classics rub shoulders with best sellers and no feelings are hurt. In the history corner we see Miss Catterall delving through a volume of The War Years for some samples of Lincoln's wit to give her History C classes. As we pass on, a dramatic reading of Macbeth interrupts our journey and we turn to see students of Miss Gordon's literary class greatly enjoying the Bard's great masterpiece. Nearby, Mrs. Reilly's enthusiastic description of a verb prepares the junior high school for many verbs to come, while Mrs. Yetter commands the pioneer spirit of the colonists in her eighth grade social studies class. We round a corner and descend upon Mrs. Suits and Mrs. Keyes solving the mystery of x—what for their math classes. We pass on and as we near the mess room a delicious aroma of some savory concoction announces the success of Mrs. Lenz's cooking class. We enter a long cabin and the deafening noise of machinery tells us thatwe are in one of Mr. Lenz's smooth-running shop classes. Mr. Davison and Mrs. Joy take great pleasure in simplifying the labyrinth of math for students and as we pass their department, a long, sunny cabin brings us to the business department where Mr. Halford displays his skill in economics and salesmanship. Miss Rudiger and Miss Tice are instructing their girls in the speed passwork of basketball in the gym while Miss Kane's Latin classes are translating Caesar into We came, we saw, we conquered and thinking of what a marvelous cheer it would make. OFFICERS OF THE S.S. ROCK AND THEIR ASSIGNED POSITIONS ENGLISH Miss Elizabeth Gordon—English 3,4 Miss Mary Kane—English 2 Miss Agnes Hickman—English 3 Miss Adelaide Langenus—English 1 Mrs. Annabelle Reilly—Junior High English LANGUAGES Miss Adelaide Langenus—French 1 Miss Mary Kane—Latin 1,3 Miss Margaret Davies—Latin 1,2, French 2,3 MATHEMATICS Franklin Davison—Elementary and Intermediate Algebra, Plane and Solid Geometry, Trigonometry, Advanced Algebra Mrs. Frances Suits—Junior High Mathematics Mrs. Ethel Joy—Elementary Algebra Frederick Hoppen—Commercial Arithmetic, Junior High Mathematics