Emerson High School - Altruist Yearbook (Union City, NJ)

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THE ALTRUIST 01101110113 ini: 1 iirimnirriuuifmiririirincpuvgfizniuiiuioi ,gui 1 10:1 1 vi init 5111122-:g'a Miainrg Chapter 1 A NEW HOMELAND In the bleak and dreary winter of 1928, a band of timid Freshmen entered a new world, Emerson High School. They were inexperienced and ignorant in the ways of high school. They wondered what the future held in store for them. Would they succeed? Although they were hampered by many hindrances, they were determined to pass the first year with honors. They were severely taunted by the cold upper-classmen, who mocked their innocent mistakes. They experienced difficulties trying to become used to the new high school system. They encountered many other trials and tribulations too numerous to mention. Nevertheless, they endured the Uacid test'i and managed to pass the hrst year successfully. Chapter 2 PROGRESS OF A GREAT CLASS They now were sophomores and considered themselves as older students. They lost a great deal of their shyness, commenced to take part in other activities. Many of the members joined various clubs which held a special interest for them. Others found places for themselves on Emerson teams, wishing to represent their school in athletic competition. The class realized that a great deal of money would be necessary for the senior year, and it was this term that first marked the serious consideration of finances. During this term, the school held a two-night bazaar, and the February Class of 1932 had no little to do with its success. They now had completed their second year and realized that they were nearing the goal that two years previous seemed to be out of their reach. Chapter 3 SUCCESSFUL ACHIEVEMENTS They assumed the dignified air that is becoming to all Juniors. They had undergone a great change since they had hrst entered high school. They now acted like ladies and gentlemen. On june 6th, 1930, the junior-Senior Reception took place in a most beautifully decorated gymnasium. They kept up their reputations as interior decorators when they presented the magnificent Hjack Frost F rolic' which was a great social and financial success. Some of the students were beginning to display their histrionic abilities. They had learned to love Emerson and were beginning to look forward with pensive dread to the day when they would graduateg a day, that three years before seemed so distant. The class was now limited to two rooms, and a keen but friendly rivalry existed between them. They finally passed the third year. and settled down for the last lap of the short but happy career. Chapter 4 CONCLUSION SENIORS! They had achieved their objective. They were the model students of the school: the students that the lower classmen were to look up to. Their achieve- ments were many during this year. First. they revived the weekly paper, the ALTRUIST. To the surprise of the faculty, they made a success of it. On November lC0ntinued on Page 707 Page Ttrwlzty-s61'e'rz

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THE ALTRUIST niniuioioioi 111:iciioioioioioioioiooioioioioioioioi lining ini 1101011 Marion Struss leaves her innocence to Mildred Taylor. Mildred De Vries leaves her ability to sing Mammy songs to Anna Ten Broeke. Ruth Heller leaves her HSchool-girl com- plexion to Rita Moreau. Mary Keating leaves her efficiency as a private secretary to Frances Dorernus. Florence Leeenson leaves her enunciation and articulation to Tillie Eck- Rose Ekhouse leaves her insured dancing feet to a Ziegheld Follies girl. Edith Macdonald leaves her Empress Eugenie hat to Elaine Sissik. Annette Sachs leaves her charming person- ality to Beatrice Sazfoye. Albertina Van Buskirk leaves that voice with a smile to Anna Ten Broeke. Julia Sherikjian leaves all her gossip to the Altruist. Alice Walter leaves her valuable Latin notebook to any one in distress. Betty Weber leaves her Ballyhoo collec- tion to anyone who wants them. Boris London leaves his brawny build to Albert Mecca. Frank Korbett leaves his good marks to his brother, Charles. Edmund Jasuale leaves his villainous ways to Carmine Forinisano. Sidney Gendell leaves his old hat to Shepard Eisenberg. Nathan Warren leaves his key to the Altruist room to the next Business Rlanager. Anna Wache leaves her sweetness to Isabel Stuber. Sylvia Vairnan leaves her popularity to Belle Vairnan. .rlrax Salronjian leaves her haireomh to Greta Garbo. Lillian Flaig leaves her llirtatious manner to .-lnita Gambi Hilda Cooper leaves her slim figure to Marie Dressler. Frank Vacrarella leaves his humor to Kenneth Waller. Page Tulenfy-six Joseph T ubertini leaves his dramatic ability to Leonard Harrison. Bruno Toniei leaves his unobtusiveness to Lily Frenzel. Napoleon Papale leaves his seat on the bench minus a few splinters to Vincent lllc Court. Irwin Paluighi leaves his marcel wave to Lawrence Saarns. William Orriss leaves his laugh to John Bradisch. Nicholas Marcello leaves his Physics experiments to anyone who can't do their own. John Mohn leaves his knowledge of German to Dominick Restucci. Charles Mohn leaves his smile to Fred Sazvarese. Edmund Marchesi leaves his Harlem Strut to Jack Harris. Joseph Zahar leaves his complexion to Howard Elzlers. Alfred Paulsen leaves his ability to be helpful to George Despres. Walter Jacobus leaves his seat in the Gate Crew to anyone who wants it. lllildred De Vries, .Yathan llarrerz. Alfred Paulsen Ellinuglgts lsn't it strange How quickly All has passed? Yesterday We enteredg Today We leave. Some will meet Liberty and freedom Others Toil and care: But for all Begins a new day. G Victoria Cllletejian 0.0

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TI-IE ALTRUIST 11011 2 xi :ix is ini in 1 ioioinioiocno 0111103010111 111 1 14 2 1 xi 1 riozf tflimpaea ni Qnapital life A nurse's life is much like the life of any other person. She has her fun just as well as any other girl. My first impression of the Nurse's Home, was one of wonder that so many girls could get along so well together for so long a time. When I arrived at the Home, as my room was not prepared, I was forced to occupy a room on the first iloorg in fact, it was a supervisors room, and I found out later that no nurse ever sleeps in those rooms unless she is on the hospital staff. So it seems that I was a guest of honor. The next day I was sent to the fourth floor of the Home, and found my room. I didn't know anyone at the Home, and at first I couldn't tell the difference between the junior and Senior Nurses, but I soon found that a probationer is supposed to stand when a junior or Senior Nurse comes into her room. That night, I was warned to keep my door locked, for I was to be initiated into the Royal Order of Hard-Boiled Nurses. I locked my door for three nights in succession, but on the fourth night, I thought nothing would happen, so I left it unlocked- I always kept a glass of water on a little stand next to my bed, and, as usual, I placed it there on this certain Friday night. I put my light out at 10:30, and went to sleep. It must have been nearly 12 o'clock when something woke me up. I looked toward the door and thought I was dreaming, for there seemed to be about six white figures in my doorway. About a minute later, I was yanked out of bed and shoved to the floor, and then felt all the bed clothes thrown on top of me. I was nearly smothering underneath all those covers, and just as I got my head untangled from the sheets, the mattress was pushed on top of me. By that time, I was getting angry, and I remember saying some- thing about the nerve of the upperclassmen. In the future I knew better than to talk about them. When the girls heard me protesting, they took the glass of cold water standing on the table and doused my head with it. Then I scrambled to my feet and began to throw things at their retreating backs. I closed and locked the door. put on the light, and took a good look at my room! The bureau cover was hanging over the electric bulb, the arm chair was upset, my curtains were pulled down, and all my bed clothes were on the floor. The room was a wreck! It was nearly Z o'clock. and I had to get up at 6, and to make matters worse,the supervisor of the nurses' rooms. examined the rooms every Saturday morning. There was nothing for me to do but stay up and straighten the room. 'When I got off duty at 12 o'clock that afternoon, I went up to my room. and opened the door. I was very tired that particular day and I could have cried when I saw that my room was upset again. The Seniors had gotten in somehow, and had put bon ami all over the windows and mirrors. Not being satisfied with the nights work, they had dis- mantled the bureau, taken down the curtains, and thrown the rugs in one corner. It really was a mean thing to do, but it struck me as funny, for after rubbing the windows with bon ami, they had drawn pictures on them. As time went on, l became friendly with the girls, and of course, apologized for not knowing my place, and not standing when my superiors came into the room. Every Friday mornin, the notebooks were collected, and as all the nurses were very ttbrztinucd on Page 703 Page Tufmzty-vigil!