De La Salle High School - Delta Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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First Days Are Always Bewildering The first days of every year at De La Salle are days of great confusion and general bewilderment, especially for those newcomers, the freshmen. During the two days of registration, everyone, including the veteran seniors, Is hurrying about trying to find his home room; buying books, paper, pencils, and other supplies; and waiting to be assigned a locker in which to place all these valuable articles. Having adjusted themselves to the locker conditions, all set out in search of their classes— and search they do. Just os Mrs. Anderson soid, when asked how the first few days looked to her, Everyone seems to know his way around quite well except the freshmen who are continually getting lost and traipsing into the office, using it as on information bureau. There are many new things the freshmen must get acquainted with around the school. One of these is learning to call the Brothers as such. Many slips of the tongue are made during Top—Two of tho new freshmen ore receiving o cordial welcome from Brother Bernard. Shokirtg hands « John Welsh and, next to him, Raymond Swodner. Bottom —Two freshmen, Marty Campion and Dan Casey, are receiving their cords from the school secretory, Mrs. Anderson. these busy days, and they are often referred to as Father and sometimes as Sister. When some of the members of the faculty were asked their opinion as to how they were affected by the confusion, there were many varied answers. Brother Bernard stated that the freshmen showed os much intelligence in conducting themselves as any other previous class, but it was a task getting them to Page ten

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V 9 y lid flame-colored forests and c breezes, we suddenly see that ime for us to approach again Mississippi-guarded sanctum ig our a b c's. After a happy Hi-Ho to the many Joes we've possibly forgotten during our summer solace we buy books and just bang around for a time. We see that autumn is again here with our annual retreat, homework headaches, and wistful waits for streetcars. Autumn brings the time of roughin' up the pigskin a bit—the time when gay gals in blue jeans hop in the old jalop and buzz out to the bleachers to lend the support of their feminine finesse to make this first game a smashing Islander victory—when homecoming buttons veritably blare forth their threats to our challengers whose defeat we believe, with the faith of Job, is certain. We'll always remember, too, the fun we had at the Homecoming Dance and dinner at the Red Feather with that best gal. Our autumn, too, is the season of Hallowe'en and of the pumpkin which recalls to us the efforts of our Pilgrim Fathers who led us to observe Thanksgiving with its turkey, cranberries, and all the fixin's. It's the season of the hunter, who, at the crack of dawn, with his trusty bird dog, frightens the haughty mallard as it ducks and splashes about in the echoing retreats of the marsh. With autumn the beginning of the school year, we like to think our freshmen personify it, for, like the autumn sun peering into a country valley of peace and contentment, our freshmen are taking their first look at a high school career of pleasure and achievement.

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realize the tact that the subjects assigned were given them for a specific purpose. As a result of the entrance exams, the courses were assigned to each student to best suit his first days at DE. In the cafeteria Brother Thomas was having a hard time getting the freshmen to understand that they had to have tokens to buy food. It became increasingly difficult when a pack of empty stomached freshmen came clamoring up to the counter, with eager outstretched hands, for their favorite dish —spaghetti. To the freshmen the lockers are a new, fascinating delight—a private little compartment with a secret combina- Top—Our bookkeeper, Mr. Thompson, Is pictured receiving the entronco feos of three incoming freshmen, left to right, Larry Schulte, Joe Hale, and Ray Moriani. Conter—Leading the cafotoria lino is froshman Ronald Thoisen. Selling milk at the counter is Tom Javis. Bottom—Brother Albert and his assistant. Bill Lininger, are shown selling books and paper to Ed Foley. Waiting in lino are Dennis Brandstetter, Bob Grant, Jim Polzak, and Bob Hazeldine. tion known only to him and the tall fellow looking over his shoulder. These secret combinations often present quite a problem, especially when the student has only a minute and a half to get to his first class and finds that he can't recall his combination. It isn't only the freshmen who forget their combinations, either. On the Monday morning following Christmas vocation, one of the more prominent seniors, with a rather high IQ, came into class several minutes late with a big overcoat on and a lunch under his arm. When asked by the Brother if he was cold and hungry, he replied with a sheepish grin and a rose tinted face, I forgot my combination!'' Other students, with all their experience over freshmen, also find some things at school bewildering. Pag© eloven