Chelsea Vocational High School - Chelsean Yearbook (New York, NY)

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.Siafufafofy We, the graduating class of june, 1953, bid you welcome to our Commencement Exercises. It is a joyous occasion for us, the graduates, and we hope that you will share our happiness because we have at last at- tained our goal. To-day will see another cycle in our preparation for life completed. These years at Chelsea have passed all too rapidly. But we all desire that whatever we do or wher- ever we go, Chelsea may have reason to be proud of us. We pass as graduates from here determined to do everything within our power to warrant the feeling of pride that is in the hearts of our parents, the school's faculty and our own. Our successes, great or small, we shall always bear in mind are due in large part to you. It was you who taught us that there is no royal road to learning and that only through diligent labor can we achieve success. Our physical, mental and spiritual growth has been guarded and guided by you. Now that we are beginning to understand more fully and to advance in our shops and studies, it is time to leave the classroom and its apprenticeship to enter the trades for which Chelsea has equipped us. Chelsea has taught us so that we can compete in a competitive world and contribute intelli- gently to our community, city and nation. We cannot but feel a debt of gratitude for the lessons we have learned. We shall leave here with the feeling of being better pre- pared for the problems ahead of us and thankful for the happy memories of our school life. DONALD WYNNE 'lfaiahcfofy Mr. Driscoll, members of the faculty, hon- ored guests, parents, and friends: I am sure that there was a day in the school life of almost every Senior here when he expected to say Farewell', to the school in a much less pleasant manner. One may have failed a subject and been tempted to throw in the sponge, another may have had a temporary disagreement with the laws of the school and felt that the school was down on him, another may have had financial trouble at home that seemed cer- tain to cut short his career at school. Obviously, none of these things hap- pened. We took heart, remembered that one battle doesn't make a war, and went on to pass our subjects. We learned that our teachers wanted only our cooperation, to extricate us from difficulties. We found, sometimes, that our parents' desire to sacrifice for their children is almost in- exhaustible. And so our farewell today is not a hurried thing, or an embittered or regretful thing. VVe feel, perhaps, a touch of sadness at leaving good friends, on the faculty and in the student body. There is a realization, too, as we face the outer world, that school was, to some extent, a shelter, certainly that here we had more good times than bad embedded in our memories. But I do not feel that we shrink from the world of hard work, or military service, or more difficult education that we now enter. It is the test of Chelsea's success that we face the future with confidence. Here we have worked with hand and brain, with the tools of our trade, and, most important of all, with what every man most needs-good companions, co-workers, friends. School is said to be not only a preparation for life, but also life itself. If this is so, we are not mere novices but in- stead are entering another phase of a con- tinuing challenge which we not so much conquer as willingly embrace. It is appro- priate and most agreeable to us that we should emerge from our high school career in these surroundings-our school, so much more pleasant than its outer shell, our schoolmates, to whom we wish continued success, our faculty, whom we can proudly call our good friends, and our parents, to whom we may today bring the measure of happiness they deserve. THOMAS MoNrAcN1No

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eminificin The Big Fix 4.,.,... . . . Excuse Note from Home Blues in the Night . , . .....i. .,., H omework Dark Victory .,...., .i,,,,...,.,.. G raduation The Rackets Squad . . , ..., Audio Visual Aid Squad The Thing ..,.,.... Tennessee Waltz . , . The Desert Fox ..... Because You're Mine ...,.. Breaking the Sound Barrier . . , Steel Trap .....,...,., . . . The Snake Pit .,,, ..,,..,,......Freshman . . . . Fire Drill . . . Mr. Murphy . . Room Pass , , , . . Dismissal . . . . Lunch Boom . . , , . Gymnasium Have You Heard . . , ....... . . . . . . . Faculty Meeting Dear Hearts and Gentle People . . . , , . Side By Side .,,.. ..,..., . . Faculty . . Guidance Otlice .ggream of Condciouzinefid A Freslnnan Thinks I'm getting a job tomorrow. This auditorium is like the Paramount. These pillars are in the right places. The Annex is conven- iently located. Climbing stairs is good exercise. Gee, the Dean is mean looking. I'1n sick-I'll go to the medical room. Do what he says. He's on the Service Squad. 28 A Sophomore Thinks I'll go Saturday. Good auditorium. Too bad they cant he moved. The Annex is just three blocks away. Four flights isn't much. The Dean is a big man. I'll try. I even look sick. Don't push-I'll stay in line. A Junior Thinks XVho needs money? Auditorium's O.K. PP' ??? My feet hurt-I had better not go. Two Hights is enough. The Dean is almost human. VVhat do I have to lose? Iill get you after school. A Senior Thinks My girl's working. Let's go to the Paramount. Timber! Taxi! Let's stay here. the teacher might C0ll1f:' down. Paisanol I'll die here. XVho do you think you are, Captain Video?

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Charles McCanis Edward E. Brennan Best Dancer Best Ballplayer Pele' VlC0 l0 Joseph Rogus Stanley Parnes C0I'Hedl0f1 Besl Dresser Class Polifician Gerald Nash Edward Corcoran Warren Hutchinson Class Grubber Mosf Popular Besl Afhlefe