Bronxville High School - Bronco Yearbook (Bronxville, NY)

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two rivals were superb. After speeches by the Bronxville and Scarsdale coaches, lusty cheers for both teams, and danc- ing to Larry Kent's orchestra, the members of both schools departed happy in victory or defeat. But Scarsdale was not allowed to rest on her laurels, for the soccer team was still in the reckoning. Two games with Scars- dale gave the Bronxville Booters one win of 2-1 over their maroon opponents, and a later triumph of 3-0 over the Scars- dalians. The games displayed the excellent team spirit and playing of the soccer squad, and the victories were a credit both to the coach, Mr. Ritchie, and to the team members. Next year's soccer team will have hard sledding to play the same class game without the aid of those sharpshooters, Theissen, Parton, Eastman, Syska, Drake, Hansen, and Horner who are leaving the team. But turning again to our more studious side, we discovered that Book Week had begun, and we hastened, class by class, over to the new library where Miss Krumwiede was kind enough to place a variety of new volumes at the disposal of the High School English classes. We enjoyed communing with literature, and wished that we could spend more time in that pleasant pastime. However, the Thanksgiving holidays were fast approaching, and we realized that we must carry out the Bronxville tradi- tion of preparing Thanksgiving baskets to be distributed by the E. N. A. This we did, under the able direction of Peter Fitzpatrick, with the result that thirty-seven families were given a happy Thanksgiving. This knowledge made us appre- ciate our own festivities more. Upon returning from our brief vacation, we found another soccer engagement looming up, but this time the victory went to the opposing Hackley team. The Bronxville team played an excellent game, but we were unable to stop a superior Hackley squad which triumphed 3-2. It was the last game of the sea- son. Suddenly the realization dawned on us that the goal period was almost over. Where had our precious time gone? In the few hours left for us we studied frantically, but it was no use. On Friday we trudged sadly home with our goalbooks, waiting with heavy hearts and long faces for the protests and grim decrees of our irate parents. Ah! But why worry? One nice factor in the goal period sys- tem which we have in Bronxville is that even if you do do bad- ly one goal period, there is always another goal period ahead, during which time you can vow to get nothing but distinc- tions . And so it was this time. We knew that if our marks were good for this third goal period, they would be okay for the semester, and after all that's what counts. So we didn't worry about that second goal period. We had other things to worry about-especially about Becky who had contracted the Hellcat pneumonia. We all breathed a sigh of relief when she returned just before Christmas vacation all brown from her recuperating jaunt to Florida. And about Christmas vacation--what a vacation! The Sen- Play, saxophone, play Dontt let it get you down, Holly Dribble champ Howsabout a pass? You can reach it, Art xv f, .XV L, lv it X-N QQ... CX a-k , X Q., .X fl .' rv ' I o , '- u . , Q ' 4. 7? , Pugw twcniy-fltrce

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. ff-1 .' ': . if -' -P QQ? f X Page twenty-four iors started it off in a explosive manner by pitching in and working up a bang-up Baby Party. Yes, it was wonderful fun that night when everybody stepped back into character, 'Ca- Gai' lVIorley and Di-Dee Foster were big contributors to the hilarity, and in the background was Nurse Dusty, every ready, and most able, we're sure, to bandage the cuts and scrapes we got sliding on the floor while partaking in those breath-taking games which we liked so much. The zenith of the evening's fun Came when Santa Taubie, with the aid of President Pete, gave out presents to each senior. Well infected with vacation spirit, if not Christmas spirit, we left the next day amid shouts of joy that sounded through the entire school. Jay Dom left for vacation with us and never returned. Why hadn't we thought of that then, too? We un- derstand that Jay is in service now-a good tough man to be helping out his country, we'll all agree, but we're sorry he left us so soon. Barbie Mason, as the Virgin Mary, was lovely on Christmas Eve, a swell memory for us to collect of this most important school year. Yes, it was a marvelous vacation, and we all came back to school with our minds set, determined to live up to all the fine resolutions we had made after New Year's Eve. But by the time we'd been back at the old grind for a week, that resolution about never being seen in Bellis' again weak- ened at the knees, and we found ourselves littering Mr. Bellisl floor with just as many butts, and wasting just as much time as ever. Of course some of the bowling alley bums, and brun- ettes too, had gotten out of the habit of spending time wading through Bellis' blue blur. And some of them have become pretty fancy at knocking down the ten pins. Having practiced all during Christmas vacation, that super leather-sphere-hurling squad came back to start what had been predicted by both Optimistic Matthaei and Coach Shroyer to be the toughest schedule a Bronxville basketball team had faced in many a century. In spite of the fact that the one dribblel' girls had priorities on the main gym, and the basket- ball team had to wait until what seemed like midnight before it could practice, with the skillful encouragement and coach- ing of Ed Cno, not Michalskij Shroyer, it became a pretty hot little ball club. Just about this time the solemnity of the war situation hit us right between the eyes when happy-go-lucky Keith Leavitt left us to haunt the hallowed halls of Montezuma, and chum Herk Eaton was called into the air forces. Both are swell kids, those Edgemont equilibrists, and our whole cast wishes them the best of luck in their new and bigger show. With a gasp and a gurgle we realized that the senior play was upon us, and oh! did we lessen the value of coupon num- ber seventeen in a last minute scramble to urge everyone on to purchasing 'tjust two more tickets . The play, Heaven Can Wait , was superb-it couldn't have been anything else Higher, higher Long arms have their uses Muscles scores again High, wide, and handsome Night life doesn't seem to bother him 'tThat's our man! Smile for me . . Up and over Nice going, boys