Egg Harbor High School - Laurel Yearbook (Egg Harbor City, NJ)

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UNDER THE BTG TDP Library Assignment Sometimes Egg Harbor High School reminds us of a locust, perched on a leaf, moving wildly to shed its old too-tight skin, and to expand its custom built new one. For truly we are bursting our seams. We're growing! And although it's a good healthy sign, the process is often uncomfortable and sometimes peculiar. Already two class rooms have become four. Mr. Mohr has squatters quarters for his Phys. Ed. equipment in the old War Stamp Booth. The Lab has evicted Mr. Kizawichs General Science and Mrs. Saalman's Biolf ogy to the lower floor long since. fThe plants grow better too-no aasl. Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their country. Study Hall--Wood-burning. The poor tired old gym gets its face lifted for so many affairs each year, and rallies so valiantly for the next one, it really de- serves a medal. The improved stage, with lights and new curtains, have been a great help.

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IN AND ARUUNU THE SEHUUL The Creative urge-But what will it be? 2 C. flour. 1 t. baking powder . . . cmd smell those This year's new oil burner, Mr. Mor- genWick's pride, has been our biggest, al- though invisible blessing. No more sooty film on the desks! Last year's record crop of ducks from Mr. Wallace's manual training classes has given Way to more domestic gadgets, tie and pants hangers, lamps, bookcases and the like, all to the tune of that rasping drill press. Across the Way, The Home Economics room, gives with the smells-cookies, onions . . . Luscious! Except just before lunch! O, my empty middle! onions!! On the top of the library stacks Shakespeare and Washington still keep solitary vigil, apparently not too happy at the recent trends of Education. Mrs. l-lutt's office, reminder of the patch test and physical exams, would be crowded quarters if Drs. Brown and Frank didn't stagger office hours. The top floor holds classes to the clatter of the typewriters, mingled with the Easter egg dye smell of the ditto and those from the Chem. Lab. across the Way. The less said about them the better!