Far Rockaway High School - Dolphin Yearbook (Far Rockaway, NY)

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Page 1. Mr. Dann 2. Miss Ryan 4. John Kelly- ln Memoriam 7. Veteran, World War 11 8. The Lost Art of Fainting 9. Are You an Idiot? 10. Candidate Pursued 11. The Escape 12. The 1.ost Figure 13. Why Big Brothers Leave Home 14. To the Monarchs of the Earth 15. Diary of a Wullflower 16. Spring, 1946 17. Cartoon 18. Song - Right Now 20. Sports 29. Knockout King 30. Seniors 46. Can You lmagine? 47. Sentiments on Leaving Far Rockaway 48. Senior Personalities 50. Senior Mirror 53. School Round-ups 61. Club Pictures 69. Staff COVER BY DICK LIEB

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Veteran, World War II - -Blossom Neufeld On January 3, 1946, Lieutenant George Stacey came home to stay after serving overseas for two years in the United States Army. Two weeks later, George Stacey, civilian, was the most disillusioned veteran ever to walk the streets of New York. It was a fine afternoon. The sun was brilliant, and not a cloud was in sight. Men whistled as they went to work, and older women walked with a new spring in their steps. It was the sort of day when all seemed right with the world. But the young man sitting on a bench in a park looked as though he carried all the burdens of the world upon his shoulders. Although he was a handsome boy with dark hair and smoldering brown eyes, his face reflected discouragement of the deepest degree. There he slouched, hands thrust into his pockets, and head sagging dejectedly on his chest. The man was George Stacey. George was thinking of the things that had happened since his homecoming, two weeks before. Upon arriving at the old white house on Chestnut Street after his long absence, George had been given the welcome he had dreamed about every night on the ship while coming home. He had not been able to conceal his disappointment, however, upon discovering that the room that had been his ever since he was a youngster, was now occupied by his older brother and his wife. At first this had aroused a feeling of anger in George. He resented the intrusion into this room which held countless happy memories for him-many dating back to his childhood. But his overwhelming happiness at being reunited with his family had overshadowed all else. The second blow fell when he discovered that Marge, the girl to whom he had written ever since he entered the service, was engaged to be married to someone else. George shifted his position on the bench and thought of the third and final disappointment he had received. Hoping to find some comfort in returning to work, he had gone to the plant where he had been employed prior to his army career, with high hopes of regaining his former position. What a shock it had been to see the slowly moving picket line surrounding the building! His many ideas for the future were drowned in this new turn of events. All the joy he had held at the prospect of resuming civilian life had turned to chagrin at the thought of this room-less, girl-less and jobless future. How the actuality differed from his golden fox-hole dreams! Suddenly a thin ray of hope seemed to glisten for a moment in the darkness of his face-another second, and the ray had become a beam of delight on the face of George Stacey. He rose from the bench with a low exclamation, looked about him once, crossed the street, and was lost in the mid-day crowd. George did not return home that night, but early the next moming this telegram arrived for Mrs. William Stacey: 'Am writing from U. S. 0. Centre. Will catch early morning train back to camp. From now on, Mom, Uncle Sam will be my boss. He's got a room for me, and plenty of jobs. I also have heard that those soutbem belies are pretty easy on the eyes! Will write soon. Love, George