Richard Montgomery High School - Rocket Yearbook (Rockville, MD)

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THE ROCKET back to school. Just think—we would be Juniors! Now for sure we were rising in the world. Finally the day came when we merrily trooped back to school to be honorably reinstated. The only shadow on the scene was the separation of the commercial and academic groups, for many friends were parted. We often saw each other, but life was not the same. This year, we again welcomed many new students into the Class, several of which came from Gaithersburg. The fun and parties soon began for this was our “coming-out” year. Our initiation into society was somewhat painful though, because we were literally forced to take disagreeable doses of unique mixtures This was soon over and sometime later we “returned good for evil” by giving our senior “dictators” the loveliest of “Balls”—at least we thought it was. In March, 1930, we proved to the public that we did have some talent among us. by having Alvin Perkins represent the School in the County Oratorical Contest. Now that we are Seniors and life is becoming more rosy every day, we are disheartened at the thought that in a few short months we will be disbanded. This year we had the extreme pleasure of putting the new Juniors through the exercises required to become a respected member of society. Oh. how they did squirm! They were good sports, though, ami also returned “good for evil” by giving us one of the most delightful “proms” which K. H. S. has ever seen. Everyone had a grand time. We are again honored by having Alvin Perkins represent the school in the County Oratorical Contest. In this Class of ’31 we are proud to say that we were well represented in both the Dramatic Club and School plays. Someone from this Class will surely make a second Lynn Fontainne or Alfred Lunt. Both the hoys’ and girls' Varsity athletic teams are doing splendid work. Most of the members of these teams are members of our Senior class. Vow. friends and underclassmen, vou have had a brief view of the history of the Senior class. We hope we have set a good example for the classes to follow in the years to come. Carol W. Snyder. Page Twenty-seven

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THE ROCKET {Streaming from buses and automobiles, and coming on foot, a host of excited soon-to-be Freshmen arrived on the front lawn of R. H. S. This was way back in September, 1927. When all had arrived, some brave soul from the Faculty succeeded in getting a rather distorted line formed. After seeming hours of waiting, during which “Hunk” danced about like an athletic fairy, we were herded into the building to take entrance exams. What exams they were! The fear of not passing which those exams had created was soon forgotten when the news began to circulate that due to ineompleted building conditions in the school, we would not have to return till a week later. When we returned the next week we were again told that school would not start for another week. And so it went on till it really was October before we started to work in earnest. Our class was divided into two sections because of its size. However, we came together each week when the Freshman Club met. Miss Irene Schwartz (Mrs. Emmett) was our able Adviser. In January, the ('lass was honored by having many of its members elected to tbe Citizenship Society. Each month some new names would be added to the coveted list and—yet some would be taken away. Finally June came and we all rushed forth from the revered halls of learning to a bright and beckoning summer. But summer was as a fleeting moment and to our dismay we were again in martial lines before the building erected for our edification. A few of our friends of-the-vear-before had departed from us, but in their places came new and interesting would-be-students. There was one consolation about returning to school—we did not have to sweat over seemingly inexplicable questions to regain admittance to R. H. S. (.’lass work and activities began without preliminaries. We felt sure that we were headed on the path to success. We were each given the privilege of joining two Clubs. Many of our members went out for athletics, and to our pride and pleasure, were successful in gaining entrance to various Varsity teams. Our girls won the interclass basketball championship. When Field Day (Educational Day) came we were well represented in R. H. S. activities. Tbe year passed swiftly and before we realized it we were confronted with the -good old summer-time” again. This time summer did not pass so quickly, because we all wanted to get Page Twenty-six

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THE ROCKET Class Prophecy GW9 kars have rolled by, and I start a journey through the Kiates. Of all -Jf the trips 1 have ever taken in my forty years, this was the strangest. 1 decided to go by aeroplane, and as 1 entered the office I saw a flashy-.ooking. young aviator who was to pilot our plane. He was none other than our old class president, Jack Lake. He had lost none of his good looks; he was still laughing that horse laugh we had all learned to know as a danger signal. The first thing he greeted me with was one of his far-famed atrocious puns. My attention was then wrenched from pleasant thoughts by a laugh that rang with astounding familiarity and I turned to face Miss Helen Butts (she did not boast that name now), laughing away and speeding along on a typewriter, just making the keys sing. 1 was so delighted to see her 1 almost hugged her despite my wife’s protest. After leaving, boarding the plane, I had further elusions in store for me. I met those three pals, Charles I’rettyman, Francis Ingalls and Calvin Linton. I learned that a new firm had just been established—“Prettyman and Linton, Attorneys at-Law.” They were bound to be successful because they had no end to new ideas. Ingalls was a business man, now married to a (Miss--------), and running a poultry farm, and at the same time, preach- ing in a small church in Podunk Center. Before my arrival at Rockville, 1 thought 1 would visit Sait her sburg, where I found our old friend Dntrow, running a printing shop and keeping store. His “pep” was not gone, as well as his famous whistle (you know, that noise that almost drove Abell Archibald Norris, Jr., crazy). Just as my thoughts were on him, behold he arrived! He was still driving that old Chevrolet. My journey back to Rockville would not have been complete, if I had not attended a show. Here, to my surprise, 1 saw the advertisement on the bill-board, “Those Big Town Girls” with Xookie Fisher and Eleanor McAfee starring with that over-famous comedian, George Bennett (who, by the way, as a side line, is president of the Bennett Chain Stores). This picture was a revival of old days and the stars lacked none of their vim and vigor. 1 had no sooner stepped out of the theatre, when 1 was hurtled out into the air by a flying auto. It came to a stop, a perfect three point landing. When I gained my senses, a rather handsome gentleman was stooping over me and was making apologies and said, “Sorry, but my tires needed air. It was none other than Horsey Howes, lit is now President of Maryland t ni- Page Twenty-eight