Forest Hills High School - Forester Yearbook (Forest Hills, NY)

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Y MXSS H. C-RXBBx1w -4: NRS. E. DEFAR STRATNE k ADNHNX AS SXST ANT GUKDANCE CH NRMAN KA l I GO. ADVXSER COLLEGE ADVXSER 1 MRS. H. McCANNA f MR. F. BARTLETY

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Reel. Square dancing soon hecame the nragen in the girls, gym. lylemhers ol the Hsmart setn could always loe uncovered in neat squares, practicing to the latest hillbilly records. Since the Virginia Reel met with such great enthusiasm, more difficult steps, such as, HHonor your cornerf, and Hpromenade . . . all promenade, Were added, and the girls soon realized to their great delight that they were ahle to do a variety ol square dances. It Wasrft long alter this that the girls were ready to learn the rhumha. School was proving itself quite economical, for the girls no longer had to pay for lessons at Arthur Murrayss. Ann Levy and Fanny lgnatios were foremost among the great dancers of the gym classes. When the girls thought they lcnew the rhumha fairly well, they Went on to the tango. Vvhile most of the delicate damsels struggled through the course, Dolores Steinthal and Barbara Leonard found that gym class Was a cinch, since they had had experience dancing in the Victory Show in their first year at Forest Hills. Jo Raslcind stepped out into the limelight this term hy winning the girls' tennis tournament. For adding more feathers to the class cap, which was already quite well hedeclced. she received the thanlcs of her grateful classmates. Still faithful to the leaders cluh at the end of seventh term Were Hermine Kivelson, Rilca Lax, and Elea- nor Homhach. Jaclcie Aptel was hard at Worlc malcing up for lost time since she had not become a leader until her Senior year. At last, the ultimate goal was reached. Yes, the girls had loecome honest-to- goodness, real, live SENIORS. Ch, those marvelous people! How wonderful they loolc strutting down the hall With their flashy Senior huttons and chapeaux. But, when we come to the gym, everything looks differentffo the horror of the department gym suits are torn, with missing lauttons, missing helts, loolcing as if they hadn't loeen cleaned since the previous summer fwhich in some cases may he truef. Part- ing With these precious hits of clothing that hold such fond memories will doubtless hrealc the girls' hearts. But why he sentimental when the new freshmen will need these gym suits because of the acute shortage of materials? So, f-1 with a remarlcahly unselliish attitude, We leave to the Girls, Gym Department of Forest Hills High School, our beautiful blue gym suits. Do with them what you Willl Pk P14 Pk ik Dk THE BELLS In the long years to come, we'lt remember the hells, VVe'll remember just how they rang, As early each morning, they totlecl out like knetts Anal called us to class with each ctang. But each afternoon, unlike morningys gloom, They sounded like calls clear and true, .L As their ringing tune quickly emptied each room, 1 I liked the last hell, diotn,t you?

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UMy teacher asked me to write a composition on the Forest School. That was three weeics ago. I have just completed the 'final draft of the manuscript, and ai- though I am not superstitious, and do not believe in homework miracles, I must admit that Lady Fate has smiled down rather favorably upon me. ushe began her magic speii on a Xvednesday. I re- member it was a Wednesday, because it was the first time I had gone to the oth period Study Hail. On Monday and Tuesday I had been chasing after Mr. Schwartz, trying to get my Chem. 21320 changed to Chem. ZPSO. You see, I aiways balance equations bet- 4 f ter in the afternoon when fm fuiiy awake .... MR' R' MCINDOE uHowever, fm beginning to wander from my orig- inal story. As I was saying iym sitting in the Study Hail, minding my own business, not making a sound, just reading my Daily News, when Mr. Mcindoe f-- heys the head of the Forest School f-4 comes hurrying down the aisle. He pauses near the piano, says a few words to Mr. Swirsicy, and starts iooicing around the auditorium. , UBeiieve me, there must have been at least three hundred students in Study Hall that afternoon. Weil . . . he glances over two hundred and ninety-nine of them and then his gaze fastens on me. ' 'Tm spell-bound . . . petrified in my seat. Bly brain starts whirling very fast. I see pictures of a 'tiring squad taking aim at a strangely familiar Figure blind-folded against a high, gray wail. Somebody yells KFireV and a barrage of anecdotal cards come Hying out of the rifies. 'SMr. iVIcindoe's shadow tails across my face, and I am wondering how he ever found out about my cutting history. usuddeniy, I realize Mr. Mcindoe is talking to me, and his voice is quivering, almost pleading. S . . . and we need a Hail Niarshai in front GRADE ADVISERS of the Library. You'ii get ' Mondays and Fridays off- duty, and a pass out of the building for the period. Youyii receive service credits too. Fifteen credits for the term and one additional credit for every Freshman you find wandering through the haii without a pass . . . What do you say? Vviii you take the post? . . . ' FM the moment Tm COD- Miss G. FARLEY Miss M. wluviorr