Brooklyn High School - Eaglet Yearbook (Brooklyn, OH)

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'lb' Miss Weber Mr. Kerin MORE FACULTY Tom, tom, tom! Don't be fright- enedg it's not an lndian war, Miss Weber is showing Mr. Kerin how she teaches rhythm to the girls in the phys- ical ed. department. Mr. Kerin keeps the boys occupied with basketball. touch-football, volleyball, soccer, ten- nis, and mushball, while Miss Weber thinks that girls should know some- thing about marching, folk dancing, and stunting. Homemakers are the speciality of Miss Hill and Miss I-lemminger, who teach the girls to cook and sew. Some girls won't make hard biscuits, nor boys either because Miss Hill has a class of senior boys who are famous for their cinnamon rolls. Besides teaching the girls to place their stitches just so, Miss Hemminger designs the costumes for plays and operettas. Ml-leroes are made, not born. So are farmers in the agriculture depart- ment where Mr. Billick and Mr. Cleeves are the authorities on vegetable gardening, farm crops, farm management, poultry raising, husbandry, or rural law. The prize winning crops and cattle you saw on your last trip Hmongst the hills of Somerset were fruits from practice projects supervised by Mr. Billick. Amid the buzz of saws and the pounding of hammers in the indus- trial arts department Mr. Dixon moulds Somerset's future carpenters. What does x equal? Oh! Yes: x equals three when the mathematics teachers get together. lt's strange we can remember x because Mr. Menser's 9? problems of eighth grade were still occupying our minds when Mr. Fry- singer first told us about x in algebra. Then, too, Mr. Griffith's imaginaries and square roots and Mr. Frysinger's plane geometry and trig helped us to forget our first experience with X. Mr. Dixon Miss Hs-mrnim.u-1' Mr. Ulm-vm-s Miss Hill Mr. llillic-k Mr. Mensoi' Mr, Griffith Mr. Frysingrvr

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tlgi' FAREWE LL TO THE CLASS Robert Van Zandt, President Robert Specht, Vice-President Jennie Sicheri, Secretary-Treasurer As freshmen in 1933, we were as green as unripe grapes and in many ways comparable to them. Even though our affairs of state were handled ably by Chuck Morocco, our verdancy gradually became blue with the addi- tion of red always the companion of a blush. With a more just foundation for our sophistication we entered our sopho- more year. But don't be misled: we could claim no connections with Sophists or their art. However, our Sophomore-Senior dance out-Maxwelled Elsa Maxwell. Now that we were juniors we resolved to 'fmake the mountain come to 'us' and to personify the evolutions of the oak and acorn. We failed to do a Mahomet, but we did succeed in explaining the intricacies of a quagmire to the Seniors on field day. Taking a wee bit of Schmaltz and a goodly portion of swing, which was stirred round and round in our minds, we gave to our brothers and sisters the Iunior Prom and the Football Dance. We were always so impressed with the seniors of the past but we fail to see anything impressive about ourselves. True we are proud of our ac- complishments but we don't feel the dignity we always associated with our new positions. ln an effort to effect the front as custodians of the under- classmen, we played host and hostess to the Freshmen and sprouted a few gray hairs thereby, In an attempt to halt these signs of maturity the faculty planned two parties for us and added the Iuniors as a de-aging agent. The year book and the Senior Class play greedily took Seniors from circulation for a few months but restored them in time for the irksome commencement preparations. lt is over now and we are reluctant to go. We have seen many leave us in the past and we know now that the ecstasy of seniors at commence- ment time is hypocrisy to the nth degree. If asked to tell our reactions upon graduating, we Seniors would say that we take more sorrow with us than we leave behind. OF Tl-IIRTY-EIGI-I