Bronxville High School - Bronco Yearbook (Bronxville, NY)

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with Miss Holly's direction and Pete Fitzpatrick in the lead, supported by Lindsey Grant and Ed Levy. La Manzer gave her usual star performance while Bert Marston and Cinnie Converse as the poisoners made us sit up and take notice. But will we, or can we ever forget bewitched, bothered, and be- wildered Dick who, as Max Levine, stole the show? And then there was that friend of the world's, or of all the Seniors, any- way, who, after having so cleverly manipulated the business end of the play, was able to announce that we Seniors wouldn't have to pay any class dues. Cheers for MacArthur!! Our fourth goal period started off in high as we went to work on Scarsda1e's Basketball Team. In a fast game of beau- tiful playing we defeated them 37-29. The transportation troubles forced us to initiate a new method of running these two inter-school classics. Each school was given a chance to see a game. Scarsdale came down to a solid Bronxville crowd, and Bronxville went up to play an entire Scarsdale house. If Scarsdale had any idea of winning, we promptly disillusioned them by beating them both times. Dana Gumb blazed forth in the first game to sink 16 points fand the Scarsdale teamj, while in the second game pretty boy Sherman ran wild, so there was simply no hope for Scarsdale. Morley, Moffett, Michalski, Syska, Yager, and McCleary all were influential in causing the team's final won and lost column to read eleven won, three lost. This team has been one of the most successful in Bronxville's history. They exhibited poise, style, and ability, a rare com- bination to find in a high school squad. The school is proud of them individually and collectively. On the intellectual plane we had our moments, too. In the annual public speaking contest our little Caesars whittled a fine reputation for themselves, though it does seem that the Juniors CJim Ashbrook, Jack Ryan, and Ned Rileyj ran away with all the honors. However, for the Seniors, Saintly Sad- ler, Bubbles Brown, and Juke-Box Johnson held down the feminine end while 'fSorority Sherman, Rugged Rosse, and 'tFoggy Foster did right well for the men. This year the P. T. A. stepped out of character, for instead of the usual Bridge, they put on a rollicking Musical, The Bronxville Buggy Ride . The students, parents, and teachers got together and for once agreed long enough to turn in some great performances. Every morning at the crack of dawn about fifteen sleepy girls trekked down to the gym to learn a tap routine under Jon Tyler's direction. Later on, when evening rehearsals started, we found people milling across the stage, bumping into curtains, lights, and Fulton , while You Can't Ration Love on three different pianos and in three dif- ferent keys filled the air. How a show managed to arise out of it all is more than most of us can fathom, but much to our amazement it was a hit. Our local talent, namely, Leta Schoelles, Ann Roush, Al Birke- lund, and Tommy Middleton, lent enthusiasm and understand- ing to their roles. The prize casting of the show, however, was f'Eastman and t'Theissen as the anterior and posterior ends of the horse! One of the biggest hits in the show was a snappy trio by Profs, Moore, Shroyer, and Lloyd, while Mr. Bultitude brought down the house with his impersonation of Expressive, arcn't they? Kick 'cm in the shins - : I' 3 Page tzucniy-seven

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-1-1 ef' 'p g sl, . A-'Q p Page twmfzty-eight Taubie . Another bright spot was the quartet of fathers who stopped the show with their rhumba routire. It was one of the best shows old B. H. S. had seen for a long time. A debt of gratitude should go to all those who gave their time, energy, and sleep to put it on. Our group has suffered a noticeable loss, several of our prize members having taken leave of us to go on to bigger and better prospects. Matt Meek and Chad Hansen left us for Yale, while Charlie Parton and Lindsey Grant took the path to the West, going to Kenyon and Deep Springs respectively. Several others of our illustrious group are planning to leave, such as Pete Fitzpatrick who enters the Army Air Corps. If many more go, it looks as if the girls might have graduation to themselves. We had a change of class officers in mid-February owing to the absence of Vice-president Parton, Treasurer Kellogg, and the prospective induction of Fitz . The new officials includ- ed PreXy Lowrey, Bashful Bowers, and Money-man MacArthur. Round about March first, the results of our annual Band Poll came in and Harry James found himself atop the pile, while Dorsey and Miller ran second and third. According to custom, several members of the Mirror staff went down to Alan Courtney's WOV Cfor Victoryj and enlightened the world on our discoveries. We had an Assembly in which we played the best records of the winners, and most of us were agreeably surprised at the choice of records, and at Frank Sinatra's high soprano! After the strain of the last goal period, we began to realize that spring was here, and with it another excuse for not do- ing our homework. We thought that we could just last out until the spring vacation-that scanty respite given to us to recover from our spring-fever. In the back of the minds of some of us there lurked the gloomy shadow of the Scholastic Aptitude and Achievement tests on April 10th but we put on false smiles and tried to bear our trouble. The spring sports were slightly varied from the good old days when we used to go out and catch a few flies, or practice a few back-hands, and then call it a day. No, there was no baseball or tennis this year, but, in their places, a Lynch- Matthaei thought-up commando course! No more two easy gym periods a week, but, rather five required periods, three of which had to be done after school. We griped plenty at first, but after a few weeks we were making the monkeys look silly climbing ropes and jumping off cliffs. The obstacle course which was built along side the gridiron brought to some of us the grim realization of how clumsy we actually were, but even the weightiest of us get over that wall now. The track team was continued as usual, and in spite of the enticements that the commando course held, Mr. Lynch had an extraordinarily large turn out. Eastman, Mabry, Morley, Trapp this third year on the varsityj, Kent, and Nowak were again out there pounding their feet off for Bronxville's glory. Although track was a substitute for the military condition- You can lead a horse to water . . . 'tFrom the tables down at Mory's . . Junior rockettes Get that kick! VVhatls Schmalz doing there anyhow?