Abington Friends School - Outward Bound Yearbook (Jenkintown, PA)

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Hisiory ally we never failed to make some contribution, but as far as we were concerned it was all one big joke. Perhaps one thing that caused great commotion throughout the entire school was the rain of crushes which we all seemed to have. The objects of our affections were either faculty members or 1946 seniors. In order that we would be ready to enter ninth grade, we found it necessary to begin using lipstick. Of course this was sometimes used as a war weapon, and there were many times when we slightly resembled an Indian tribe on the warpath. Even though there were many troubles, we somehow managed to complete eighth grade. Ninth grade made us a real part of the A.F.S. high school, for we were now freshmen. Bobbie Herzog entered our enterprising class just in time to help with Freshman Day. The writing of our play and poem, and the composing of our song took quite a lot of time and energy. It was here that our famous discus- sions really began. Naturally, there were the good old cooking and sewing classes with their same type of creations. We also had science with those flying shoes of Margie's. Two things which greatly endeared us to the teachers were our premeditated fits of sneezing and coughing. We found, upon reaching it, that tenth grade was to be a year of deinite achievement, with a few minor catastrophes thrown in on the side. We had four new class members in the persons of Helene, with her talk about Young People's, and that laugh, Dottie and her knitting, Claire and her unusual opinions, and quiet Ginny with her remarkable ability of concentra- tion. An important problem faced us almost immed- iately: the choosing of our class rings, and what a problem it was. After weeks of bickering, one pattern was finally chosen, in two sizes no less,-will our class never be able to make up their own minds? Our sophomore play added more laurels to our crown. Our overactive brains had been searching endlessly for a sensational and devastating project that would put some money into our treasury. We Hnally decided upon A.F.S. pencils. Despite our enthusiasm, we ended up by making all of eight dollars. As usual, we were having trouble with Latin. Could it be that that portable radio concealed behind a mound of books was more interesting to us than the famous All Gaul is divided into three parts ? It was in tenth grade that, in the midst of a softball game, a piece of glass was broken in the history room door. Will such days as these ever be seen again? With the gfamor of being juniors went class rings and junior Prom! On November fifth, in the John Barnes room, whose solemn atmosphere was broken by our grinning '50 pumpkin, we were presented with our class rings. Almost immediately after the first bell rang in September of '48, discussion began on the Junior Prom decorations. A decision was finally made, but only because we had no veto power, and work was begun. That stardust in our eyes wasn't from dreaming, just the opposite: putting sparkle on our notes. It was worth all the effort though, for our Prom was quite successful. Prom work wasn't the only way we used up our energy. There was the class project, and for once, we chose something worth while, to the tune of one hundred dollars. In our junior year we were introduced to that early morning sleep robber, math refresher, in preparation for those easy College Board exams. Lynn and Barbara Ruch were the first to get driver's licenses. By the end of the year most of the others had theirs, too. Our junior class party was at good old Medford Lakes, where we had one last fiing before assuming the dignified air of full-fledged seniors. We had reached the top at last, and strangely enough, we didn't feel any different. We soon found that the senior year was one of work, work, and more work. There were, of course, our regular studies, but also, such things as preparation for Arbor Day, Class Day, and Graduation. The Senior Prom was an im- portant and hard job. Never before had there been so much discussion or argument concerning anything. When a final decision was made, the actual preparation was begun. We were found with calloused hands and snowflakes in our hair, but wonder of wonders, we made money on the Prom and everybody had a won- derful time. We were soon slightly snowed under by our newly ,assumed responsibilities, wondering what had happened to those hilarious spare minutes we'd once had. Of course we did find them, and they were crammed with all sorts of odds and ends, like Stef's death scene in the chem. lab., jeanls terror when con- fronted with that lizard, our pollyannas, especially the pigeon, that I-Iallowe'en caterpillar, and those well remembered current event speeches such as, Pope Pius XII Has a Cold. Two things which we cannot forget are the class meetings which were held almost every time we turned around, and those mile long minutes with their The twenty-third regular Thursday meet- ing of the year . . . Jean's fiashing camera, the hours spent in the dark room, Saturdays spent setting up picture pages, mad frustration--all these phrases bring memories of this yearbook, a yearbook which shows better than anything the history of the Class of 1950. Tlwenly-lhree

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