Robbinsdale High School - Robin Yearbook (Robbinsdale, MN)

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c To us school is a part of every-day life and thus has its formal aspect. This is made up of classes, teachers and honorary societies. Tradition and scholastic achievements are their background. They are presented in the first section of this book. INFORMAL Informality makes for difference and we of R. H. S. have our own ways and means which single us out as typical Robbinsdalites. Our clubs, dances, and athletics are products of our own ingenuity and reflect our individual likes and differences in entertainment. N T S FORMAL

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Dear Classmates. November 29 . . . the usual drab Monday . . . the day after Thanksgiving vacation . . . students crowding the halls with last minute lesson preparations . . . girl; standing in the hall near 203 laughing and talking . . . everyone going his own placid way . . . suddenly the girls' expressions change . . . silence falls over a part of the hall . . . heads bend over a hoarse whisper . . . the rumor visibly traveling down the hall . . . leaving a path of shocked silence in its wake .. . students running for verification from faculty members . . . yes. it was true . . . Mr. Eid had passed on that morning. Incredulous students gather in groups . . . everywhere is the inevitable discussion of the one topic on everyone's mind . . . reminiscences of recent jokes he'd told ... the good times had in that first hour social class . . . exerpts from his famous scrapbook . . . his passion for The Reader’s Digest'' ... his conscientious work on the stamp sale . . . the last time he brought out his bag of tricks . . . the hundred and one thoughts and memories shared by the entire school . . . the sincere admiration and affection felt by teacher and student alike . . . the shared feeling that one had left us who could never be replaced . . . the knowledge that one had gone from us that we would not forget . . . not that November 29th nor ever. This is in memoriam to teacher ... to friend . . . to Mr. Eid. Yours sincerely, —RENEE E. FREES.

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