East High School - Orient Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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Left to Right: Social Chairman McCarthy, Advisor Bacon, Advisor Neun, President Viergiver, Treasurer Turula, Secretary Voung, Vice-President Howard —---------- CLASS OF JAN. 36 “— CLASS HISTORY Nothing is more susceptible to metaphorical description in the undulations and vicissitudes of high school life than the treacherous, mutable waters of a sea—a sea of Education. The Class of Jan. 36 sailed their first year in an one-masted scow'- called the East High Annex under the command of a little, sawed-off apprentice seaman named Peg-Leg Swift. Peg-Leg shoved many a sailor into the hold and then shouted, Man Overboard! (What he really shouted is censored). From that little, one-masted scow which docked on University Avenue we took our second-year passports and transferred to the Big Raft on Alexander Street. Oh, woe to the poor sailor when he first visited the Stately Ship thinking that knowing two lines of the school song was knowledge, and then finding that he must pilot his own canoe across the turbulent stream! About the Third Year, after the most serious signs of seasickness had disappeared via the plank the average seaman began to distinguish the crew from the crowd he learned one whole stanza of the Alma Mater and sang it with plenty of enthusiasm—though he wasn't sure just why. Yes, and in this year of Junior-joy we became aware of an enemy within our midst—a pirate and his band of thieves; it was Long John Merrell and his robbing cutthroats working silently and swiftly throwing men in irons—throwing them without warning into the sea with lead weights around their necks. So it was that we had to fight the Mutiny On Our Bounty and struggle on through typhoon and trouble, some riding high in swift speedboats, some still poling their rafts, and some—not even swimming. Every sailor who had learned the laws of navigation had, by the fourth year, maneuvered his fragile craft into the Senior Sea By weathering the hidden reefs and sudden storms he had learned all the ropes. Nevertheless, whether it was by lifeboat or by the officially charted course, we musterd together a small but worthy crew. We elected a captain and proceeded to put things in shipshape order. The crowning achievements were a three-act play and two incomparable parties. To Miss Elsie G. Neun and Mr. K Niles Bacon, the class navigators, who poured many a barrel of oil on the troubled waters of Jan. '36, we owe more than we can give. So out into the currents of life we go to drop anchor wherever we may and, Oh, yes, we did even- tually learn all the words to the Alma Mater, and there is a meaning behind it all. —Bernard Mezger 7 MANUEL EBER Standard Bearer ANGELINA CANTELLO Guardian of the Flag