A B Davis High School - Maroon and White Yearbook (Mount Vernon, NY)

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Mr. jewell arrived at Davis in September, l945, from the Nichols junior High, when there was need for a biology teacher. He participated in many sports during his college days, and was especially enthusiastic about football. This fall be acted as assistant coach for the football team, and helped the new coach, Mr. Elder, get established. He is shown with his family on the opposite page. Mr. Copp, a Phi Beta Kappa graduate from Colby College, Maine, is studying for his master's degree at Columbia Uni- versity. When he isn't engrossed in his studies, he enjoys play- ing on his trumpet, and is a regular member of Fred Pisani's Band. He has even played in vaudeville at Loew's Theatrel Dr. Landis, always a good sport, gave a peppy electioneering talk for her candidate, Mr. Caville, at the Ci. O. nominating convention held in December. Her Bulletin Board Committee this year arranged very attractive, colorful displays in Davis halls. Most of Miss Taylor's gym students probably never guessed that she has a lovely singing voice. After receiving her degree' from Columbia University, she started taking voice lessons and now sings in the Vernon Heights Congregational Church Choir. Miss Waltheir is a go-getter and a hard worker. She has sponsored the junior Red Cross for many years. She spends many hours overtime packing up bottles to deliver to C-rasslands. Her spare time, Saturdays and Sundays, is spent on her upstate' farm. Mr. Phillips, dearly loved by all of us who prefer to call him Pop , is a wizard at the game of chess. His clever coaching has kept his chess team second to none in the county. When Mr. Avery is finished teaching for the day, he rushes home to Ossining and his family. He has a very attractive wife whom he met while they were both attending Cornell Universi- and tvvo lovely children with whom he loves to spend his free hours. As adviser of the Stamp Club, he has interested its mem- bers in sending stamp collections to hospitalized veterans. Bringing happiness to others seems to be his motto. Page fifteen

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. H V - -if -- fow short Qui' gfappy czgs ppear Did you ever have the unfor- tunate experience of acquiring a headache five minutes before a geometry test? At those crucial moments, when all courage left us, it was Mrs. Morgan, nurse and head of the Davis Medical Staff, who informed us that the head- ache was not quite so severe as it seemed. For saving face and con- science, Davis students owed Mrs. Morgan a great deal Chest X-ray examinations given to l5OO stu- dents, were just one small part of Mrs. lVlorgan's work. She fair- ly flew through the halls on her medical missions. ' The Safety-first posters for the' school parade in May were re- sults of a carefully planned pro- gram by the Davis Art Depart- ment. The hard-working artists have always been none other than lvlr, Dodds and lvliss Nourse, the latter superintending the art work for the Maroon and Vifhitef' OTHER TEACHERS lTopl Miss Sherman, Mr. Nielsen, Miss Nourse, Mr. Dodds, Mrs. Morgan, Mr. Oswald, Miss St. john, Miss Taylor Students had more opportunities this year than ever before, to attend operas during school time. Mr. Nielsen made arrange- ments for them to be excused. Mr. Singer, band and orchestra conductor, a newcomer to Davis, filled the vacancy left by Mr. Licht when the latter was appointed Music Supervisor. The Home Economics pupils under the direction of Miss Sherman and Miss Redmond, gained practical experience in serving, cooking, and cafeteria management. Last, but certainly not least, was the Physical Education De- partment. We missed Miss Wight and Mr. Coffin, both of whom, we are sorry to say, were retired because of illness. As- sisting in the two departments were Miss Onoda and Mr. Elder. Their efforts were concentrated on helping to build a physi- cally fit America. Page fozcrteen

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CQZLQ Gfock Period One, you start full of pep, ln this math class you've got to be hep. Figures and theorems go tumbling past- You could catch 'em, if they weren't so fast. The period lags, the minutes crawl, Time hangs heavy, as if trying to stall. You wish they'd invented a much better ticker To make those clock-hands turn a bit quicker. But on to your French sans a moment of spite, Finding you ought to have studied last night, For the teacher decides to quiz all the class With a verb test you're sure you cannot pass. The clock ticks on and laughs at your pl ight As you pensively gaze at your paper so white. An obstinate tick-a refractory tock, As the minutes creep across the great clock. From third floor to first you leap in a bound, Rush into English--all fours off the ground. Gerunds and similes clash in the air, As the agonized teacher tears at her hair. But nothing compares to her anguish as some, For time on their hands, revert to their gum, And chewing in time to the second hand's beat Help pass the time by tapping their feet. Off to history where things never go right The date you recall is the cute one last night. Battles and treaties and Paul Revere's ride Get you confused-you wish you could hide. The clock proves no aid, and slowly does drag Till students and teacher are limp as a rag. Nation-wide problems just don't mean a thing, Patiently waiting for that bell to ring. l-lunger pains gnawing, you stagger to lab, With nitrates, potassium and sulphur you dab. Page sinqtccii. Food on your mind, you look at the time The way those hands creep is really a crime. lt's lZ:l5 now-half an hour to go, Never before has time seemed so slow. You look once again, for action you yearn, The harder you look, the slower they turn! Lunch! Food! Fodder! Grub! Yum! Crunch! Zoop! Blub! Oom! Crack! Ugh! Ahh! Rush! Crush! Times up! Blah! l-lot dog! A minute and a half to go! Mustard! Ouch! But these kids shove so! l-lash! What goes into this, nobody knows! Milk! You spilled it all over my clothes! Appetite dulled, you stampede to gym To hang from the bars and risk life and limb. But you don't mind, for bones are soon mended Time you don't notice while hanging suspended For, though we all know that exercise ls sure to make us well and wise, The fun in gym is practically nil Because that clock stands almost still! Reluctant feet dragging, you reach study hall Time spent gazing at the clock on the wall. l-lalf in a stupor, half in a daze, Your eyes take a strange fishy glaze. The second hand moves in slow, palsied jerks, Assured that George poured glue in the works. Time is now crawling on hand and on knee, You dream of the bell that'll make you free. Spirits are soaring, the weather is fine, But pity the one who stays in period nine! 4l