Greenport High School - Beachcomber Yearbook (Greenport, NY)

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Class The caps and gowns flow down the familiar auditorium, marking our last day at Greenport High. Each one of us is looking to the future remembering the past four years. It all started on a perfectly normal September day. We had assembled in our homerooms without too much trouble. Freshman year was a mad scramble of lock- ers, “big kids’ , and new teachers. Early in the fall we elected officers — Jackie Ed- wardson, president; Richie Chute, vice-president: Joan Helinski, secretary; and Shar- on Thornhill, treasurer. Months passed and soon it was time to think about our first dance, the Emerald Isle. Much planning and hard work molded the gym into a little bit of old Ireland itself. Although the dance was a financial flop (we made a profit of $1.65!) we learned a lot about organization. Sophomore year brought new status to the class. We elected Bob Wells, presi- dent; Gary Klipp, vice-president; Gigi Wells, secretary; and tyrant Harris Levine as our “tax collector”. Our semi-formal Sleigh Bells, with ‘sane, adult-type’ music didn’t go over too big — kids just like to be kids! Spring Fling, transforming the gym into a garden of thousands of paper flowers, was a huge success. Fall again, and upperclassmen! Already we started to exert our pressure on the “lower classes”. We conserved on decorations for our Halloween dance, “Be-- witched”. We made a pretty fabulous profit though and everyone seemed to be en- joying themselves in spite of the simplicity. The sophomore officers werc carried over through the junior year and they handled the class very smoothly. December 4th — our class rings were ordered. Nothing can describe'liow we felt — our progress through high school was for the first time truly visible. Our romantic “Coeurs d’ Amour” brought a flurry of heart-throbs and heart-aches at our Valentine dance. Spring caught us up with the excitement of the seniors. Our ring» came and

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CAROL ANN WIPPERT “As the sun colors flowers so does art color life ’ Purple Quill 1,2,3,4 (Grade School Editor 4); Old Town Arts and Crafts Award 2; science fair 1; library club 2,3,4. SHIRLEY LOUISE WYSOCKI “She’s small, but like a bomb, she causes a lot of disturbance.” Purple Quill 4; yearbook 4; girls’ chorus 3; softball 3,4; volley- ball intramurals 4; library club 4. FRED WILLIAM YOUNG “A willing helper never lacks friends.” Mixed chorus 1,2,3,4; track 1,2,3,4; Mattituck Gun club; vol- leyball 3,4; science fair 1,2,3,4 (2nd prize 1,3); play night 3,4. DAVID ALEXANDER ZIPKAS “He who has the ability finds his place.” Purple Quill 2,3; yearbook 4; basketball mgr. 1,2,3,4; track mgr. 2,3; future teachers’ club 1,2,3,4; library club 2. Senior Honor Society Honor Society SEATED: S. Grodski, L. Randall, Mrs. K. Diller (adviser), L. Hanff, J. Helinski. STAND- ING: H. Levine (V.P.), R. Wells (Pres.), J. Jurzenia, V. Wells (Sec.-Treas.), R. Terry, C. Brigham.

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History we had days of holding our hands out proudly for all to admire. After suffering through tough regents exams we drifted through a beautiful “Polynesian Night at the Prom. Summer brought us the realization that now we were the “big kids” — SENIORS! Our magazine drive really brought the stragglers into one great big group. Our suc- cess story was fabulous — over $8,000 — the new record. The Class of ’66 was now the best, financially at least. After electing Gary Klipp, president; Johnny Adams, vice-president; and Gigi and Harris again as secretary and treasurer, we sat back and watched the underclassmen struggle through the dances and trivia once so im- portant to us. We cheered our team with added vigor through “Class Cheer” when we could scream to the world our present status as the Top in the school. Our wave of school spirit carried on to our much improved basketball team and helped to bring the seniors together. Despite the few (?) morning headaches, we had to con- tend with college boards, applications, acceptances, and interviews that caused us much anxiety and some studying. Mid-terms brought a few repercussions, but to most it meant the long stretch to Washington. Finally April came and our four fabulous days are ones that bring many personal memories of great times — some never to be forgotten (our chaperones are still trying to recover). Now at the last stage of our high school career, we can’t help but speculate who will gain fame, happiness or sorrow. Many of the faces so familiar, in time will be forgotten. This is the last time we shall move together as a group, as a class, as the Class of the year — 1966. Each of us looks to the future and I w'ish you luck. S.B. Honest, I didn't do it