Carteret Academy - Carteret Yearbook (Orange, NJ)

Page 32 text:

28 Class Histor Our four years' soionrn at Carteret began on a bright sunny day in September l95l. Vile started bv meeting our teachers and becoming acquainted. Then the true scholastic ordeal commenced f- battling algebra and its intricate problems, and for those undertaking Latin's inimitable declensions, together with reading such mythological stories as this erudite tongue enjoins on the unsuspecting student -- it was veritably rough going. After a month of this elevated atmosphere came what might be termed our intellectual dessert - achievement tests in English, Mathe- matics, History, Language, and Science. Vve prefer not to mention the results, so kindly forget about the same. Uur football team was just terminating a fine season with a 3-4 rec- ord, when we began preparing ourselves for basketball. Some of us played on the J. V.'s and were astonishingly proud of one another. The Varsity unfortunately had an extremely difficult season and finished with a 10-9 score. The real jolt was yet to come--at the end of January, when we took our beloved Mid Year Exams. Again, no comment as to marks. After a successful basketball season, spring ushered in baseball and all its concomitant expectations: but, with a tough schedule in the offing, and insufficient material to draw from, we won only four games. June finally set us free. The first and most formidable part of our enterprise was over. Our freedom was short lived, however. September arrived. We were haughty Sophomores. Wie would grace the halls of Carteret. The routine preliminaries accomplished, it was time for those inevit- able achievement tests. Once more - the less said, the better. Those taking second year Latin found Caius Julius Caesar inflexible, and for those in Spanish II, Don Quijote de la Mancha - often considered a visionary character, was certainly no idle sinecure. Biology was fun Nl Y?-'? Rl ntsnu MONDIAL

Page 31 text:

What Would Happen lf? Mr. Schoenfeld forgot to give home assignments . . Bob Lynch grew an inch or twoi' in height . . . Bob Dodd made the Honor Roll for Terry's sake . . . Mr. Barrett didn't say absolutely twenty times a day . . Bob Van Dine had all the Hilltopper money to spend . . . Johnny Warms ever got mad at . . . The parents really wrote their sons' 'Lnote from homei' for Mr. Schoenfeld Mrs. Smith lost the keys to that precious library . . . Our Detention Expert were psychic . . . Billy Qhimselfj Greco became serious . . . The Junior Class should rough it up a bit in Chemistry . . . Mr. Grant really got tough with the students . . . Mike Lewis could take all the pictures he wanted . . . Danny Metrick asked a question without nanswering it at the same time Fatty Thompson developed a wasp-waist in the future . . . Mr. Hammond were not a perfect disciplinarian . . . Angelo Fusano had beauteous Miss Monroe to pose for him . . . Anthony Rega decided to leave school and take unto himself a wife . . . Joe Pica played at all our assemblies . . . Mr. George had 'gtwice as many speaking assignments to fulfill . . . Mike Levenson combed his hair . . . Carteret took in pretty coeds . . . George Olear wasn't loyal to . . . Mr. Claycomb ever resigned permanently . . . Carteret started uSaturday afternoon detentions . . . The Senior Class showed hrains,' instead of the antics of clowns . . Joe Stasi didn't day dream . . . Mr. Laity was a real New Deal democrat . . . Grayson Wyman got a usixty five on his card . . . Charles D,Amato didn't have a question to ask . . G'Little Mat Palmieri ever got a 'ccrew cut . . . Mr. Hopkins was a 4'mad driver . . . Ronnie Travisano 'shit you right in the mouth . . . John Williams saw a uflying saucerw over the Dormitory . . . Henry Woitscheck read the ufunniesi' on Sunday morning . . Mrs. Graf taught 'finterior decoratingi' at Carteret . . . Mr. Miller had some tip top scholars in his classes . . .

Page 33 text:

df '43 vq 'd I bv-B sw, ms NE M H . L wi JJ 1 ,IW e .xi l' G fl --being bloodthirsty ourselves, we delighted in slicing up poor little frogs-for the advancement of science, that is, not for the delectation of us students. Then came Christmas, with its colorful dance and our opportunity to show the upperclassmen a Ray Bolger step or two. The Yuletide recess was a happy one, but on returning to school Qhardly a month afterl - you guessed it - exams! No comment. We simply con- vinced our innocent parents that the exams were wicked and the teachers inexorably demanding. We began the second semester with renewed interest - clubs, the Spring holiday, and the summer vacation ahead of us. We did com- mendably in athletics - the football team wining five and losing one, the basketball team taking fifteen and dropping three, and the baseball team achieving a worthy record. Then - the most cherished of months - June. In September we were reverent Juniors, but not all of the original members were present. There were new faces, new teachers, and a dynamic and forward-looking new director - Mr. Thompson D. Grant. fMr. Roy S. Claycomb resigning to become Dean of Boys-his onerous duties now devolving on Mr. Grant.l As Juniors, we found English literature perhaps the most indomitable of adversaries. This was also the year the Student Council sold candy and soda at lunchtime in the gym, and attended to all other exigencies of the moment. For the first time, March brought college boards with it. We acquitted our- selves very well - we are told. As for athletics, our team signalized itself, posting an eighteen to two score and participating in the Eastern States Basketball Tourna- ment at Glen Falls, New York. The squad made a top showing but after the first game, we lost, and came out fourth in the Tournament. 29