Bronxville High School - Bronco Yearbook (Bronxville, NY)

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DEDICATION x 'I 1 EELING the importance of health, strength, and coordination in this great conflict, we, the Class of 1943, dedicate our yearbook to those who have helped in the creation of a high standard of physical welfare in the Bronxville School-to the Physical 'Education Department: Miss Tyler, Miss Wolfe, Mr. Lynch, and Mr. Matthaei. 7 1 fi ., ' 1 .i K X x X I o 21FiE'f if

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UNDER THE BIG 'TOP To the strident notes of the calliope, the parade worked its way down Pondfield to the Big Top where already had been assembled the most educated group of ringmasters, lion tamers, and barkers ever brought together under one roof . Yes, there they were, waiting expectantly for us, and we, we were quickenirg our pace, for it had happened at last, it was September 8, 1942, and the opening day of the Big Show had arrived. In the gym the members of the cast, artists and acrobats, cowboys and clowns, comprising the most colossal collection of celebrities and curiosities ever assembled' in Bronxville- in other words the Senior Circus of 1942-1943-were counted and checked. To mention only a few of the stellar attractions, there were Muscle Man MacArthurg Lee Perry, expert of elegant eques- trianismg Indomitable Jayg the Edgemont Equilibrists, special- ists in their breathtaking act of balancing Scarsdale on one shoulder and Bronxville on the other, Bulldogging Becky Barnes, the Pulchritudinous Plainswomang together with that invincible veteran of many past performances, Miss Penney, the Cyclonic Cyclist. There were also the Big Cats, the Trained Seals, the Living Art Models, the Ponderous Pachyderms and many other great features comprising a glittering and glamorous conglomeration of talent. As the troupe marched past the lines of trainers in the gym we noticed many familiar faces, and a few unfamiliar ones. Among the latter were those of Mrs. Magaw, who would teach us shorthand, typing, and business, and of Mr. Long, who would teach history and also act as faculty adviser for the Mirror. Having by this time passed through the regular lines of registration, we then were herded into a new line, a line ominously referred to as the census line . After waiting for a most pleasurable hour and a half Cduring which time no harsh words were uttered concerning the stupidity of waiting so long for some silly census that probably didn't mean any thing anywayj we arrived at Miss Sanford's desk and found that she wanted the answer to that vital question, Have you moved? Although we told her then, she apparently didn't believe us, for a month later we had to fill out cards giving exactly the same information. When we had finished regis- tering, and were good and tired of standing in lines, we went up to the bookroom and stood in the longest line of all. This was a pretty terrible experience, but when it was over, we were all ready for the opening display of the most stupendous production of them all. Things got going very quickly that first week. Our growl- Q, ing goliaths of the gridiron had started practicing early in - Awix September, so they were already well under way when school - .fm T W opened. Not to be outdone by the football squad, the wind- ,Q N Q Ragtime Cowboy Joe K Keep it clean 3.4 L 'u' - - If ,Way down under S I .--- -- Stamp1ng Room Onlyn Ns-. ' 1' 'flu ' Thr Way You Look Tonight Those local yokels! Shout For Joy Page seven