DeWitt Clinton High School - Clintonian Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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LCONOIVIICS ii OI VICE SQUAD But. now, I hear an orchestra strilcing up somewhere inside, and I Icnow that the hour ot dinner is last approaching. So Iet us proceed with our program and the question ot the evening, which promises many interesting results. Since this dance is one ot the Iast great functions which the Seniors will attend prior to graduation. they must have decided just what they have got out of school, and which part ot their school Iite wiII remain most strongly in their memories. There- fore we asIc: Hvvhich ot your tour years has made the greatest im- pression upon you, and why? Vve have a fairly Iarge crowd ol spec- tators, so suppose'n we shove ott. VVho's the First victim, Johnny? Park: Coming right up. IVIay I present IVIr. Cvleep, graduate come- June of Clinton, and captain of the scI1ooI's bridge team. I'IoIIy: DeIigI1tedI Step right up here, urder this artificial palm. and give us your story. A IittIe cIoser to the microphone, now. Thats right. Go ahead, now. Geep: VVeII, Mr. Butterlingers, you may consider me very sen- timental to taIie the first year as the Ioest. hut I have my reasons. You see, Ioetore l entered Clinton that day in September I936, I was onIy a hoth in hody and in spirit. I had never heen on my own, never felt myself responsihle tor my own actions, Inecause I was young and responsibilities had never heen thrust on me. My parents and my teachers in Puhlic School had nurtured that teeling, and everything that I did there was carefully supervised. But, now, I was Iyeing thrown all on my own into a world of nine thousand Iaoys. I didnyt waIIc the lew hloclis to school any more: I rode on a crowded subway. I didn't follow my cIass through the halls Iilce a IittIe sheep to the clapping hands ot a teacher: I trod my own path through the maze ot alien halls unguided. That year I can definitely marI: as the turning 23

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THE M RCH OF TIME Piacez Any interesting point in tI1e vicinity oi New YorIc City. Commentator: Good evening, Ladies and GentIemen, and weicome Ho to anotI1er presentation ot radiois most popuIar teature. EHCII weeIc at tI1is time, tI1e wandering miIce ot Station VVGQF taIces you to some new and important scene ot American Iife and interviews peopIe on tile spot on some pertinent question. Later in tI1e program, I stiaII reIate Iiow you, tile radio audience, may win a big Castm Prize atm-so- Iute-Iy Iree. But, now, it is my pieasure to turn tI1e air over to ttle two gentIemen wI1o wiII conduct tI1e eveningis activities in ttleir own inimitatJIe tasI1ion. Take it away, .IoI1n Parkson and HoIIy Butter- tingersI y: Okay, IVIiIton, weive got it. Greetings and saIutations, La- dies and GentIemen, and weicome again to anotI1er I1aIt-Ilour ot your favorite, and my Iavorite, program. I wonder it any ot you Jotm Kierans Ilave guessed. from time Inxm ot conversation and tI1e en- 22 SERVICE LEAGUE ttlusiastic cI1eering and singing tI1at rise above my voice, wtlere tate Iias Ianded us tI1is evening. II you Iiavenst, we,II reIieve tI1e suspense. Our traveIIing apparatus is situated in ttle magnificent, gaiiy dec- orated Iotntmy ot New YorIc's Astor I'IoteI, wI1ere tI1e Senior prom ot De Witt CIinton I'IigI1 ScI1ooI is being I1eIcI. About ttxe Iustliy car- peted I1aIIs are stroIIing many young men, respIendentIy outfitted in tuxedo jackets and starctmed st1irts, and escorting tI1eir Ioeautitui, Ine- gowned udatesf'

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l5lOl.Ul,1Y 5QUAlJ Q9 N poinl in my lille,-a Cllilllgt? lirom a boy w lose main olmiecl in lile was growing ancl lo wliom llle routine ol' sCirool Came only inriclenlally, lo a young man lor llie lirsl lime aware ol l1is own incliviclualily. l cannol say lllal l passecl llsirow llwe Cocoon stage willioul growing pains. lor every lresllman lcno li1e lmorror ol imeing a lreslr- man. l was a lypiral. lmewilrlerecl Ferc aping al llle Seniors. lior- eign l.c-gion lials. losing my way lo llle gram room. jumping every lime an inslruflor Crarliecl llle verlmal w lvlosl ol il was agonizing. a vonslanl paracle ol' losses ancl lJ6'l-llflfl nl . . . lime iirsl micllerm. wllen i was almsolulely sure ol. llunliing, l scare-cl llillf out ol' my wils al siglil ol' llle neally prinled lelllal Cl enl . . . lile lirsl lale- ness. wimen l was lianclecl a yellow slip anc Q . ' l lecture lay Wir. .luil- leral . . . ll1e many pens i lost. and llie ex missecl because ol lllem . . . lime scene in lime pool, wlien i llacl liorgollen a towel liclcel ancl was llie lxull ol' well cleservecl scorn lrom Mr. iamlmers. Somelimes. il seemecl llml llwe wliole worlfl. Icling all lime Seniors ancl lulors. was converging on me lo wrea ' . xslruclion. Yr-l lliere were liappy sicles lo tile piflure. wlslirli lreque over'- sliaclowecl line olliers ancl macle lilose flays seem lilce pa om paraclise. l remelnlxer mosl Clearly my lirsl Cliow lvlein an llie llirilling games ol lalmle liocliey in llie luncliroom . . . tile lovely spring N clays. wlien our gym class lellt lime worlcl ol. nspolsn ancl lmaslaellmall lioops ancl wenl inlo llie open liielcls oulsicle lo play soccer ancl sollf liall . . . ilu- joy ol llle goocl reporl farcl ancl llle leeling ol' prifle wlien my lirsl scliolarsliip rarcl was reveivecl. lVlosl ol all. l rememimer lllal lirsl lloollmall season. lime lmesl one in my lour year slay in Clinlon. l can slill see Umor'-l Guernsey on llle plallorm cluring llie lloollmall pep assemlmlies. willi llle loollaall leam anal line Cll6'f'l'lf'ZllllIlQ squacl in lmaflx ol imim. punrliing enlllusiasm inlo us willi rileers ancl rousing songs. Nlaylme we were peppier in llwose clays. loo. lor liow we clieerecl I-l