Ferris High School - Wheel Yearbook (Jersey City, NJ)

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CLASS or JUNE, 1957 The members of the Class of june, 1937, embarked upon their Senior Year under the genial chairmanship of Jerome Haggart. Organization, accompanied by violent cam- paigning, resulted not only in a landslide for the elected officers but disclosed the latent ability of many members. The merging of this large group hitherto engaged in various extra curricular activities meant many new friendships, closer associations, and an ever-increasing loyalty to Ferris. Although outnumbered two to one, the boys of the class clamored insistently to display their terpsichorean talent. Their opportunity came when, in conjunction with the out- going class, they gave the Senior Sport Dance. The gaiety of the evening proved the success of the affair, and demonstrated their ability to foster future activities. The Class of June, 1937, enters its final term confident, and pledged to uphold the standards of Ferris. JEROME HAGGART, President CLARA MAZALESKI, Assistant Secretary JEANETTE LENSKA, Vice-President ANN MAZZEO, Treasurer HELEN SWIERBINSKA, Secretary ANNA EILON, Historian HELEN KING, Faculty Advisor Page Tlvirty-one

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CLASS HISTORY It was pretty terrible at first--like going back to grammar school. They called us Dickinson Annex, and they may as well have called us Frivolous Sal -we felt peculiar enough. It was as if they had sent us away from the party just before the ice cream was passed around. Of course we knew this feeling shouldn't be there-we were, after all, people, and 'high school students. But that's the trouble with an annex-people who live in annexes are really living in glass houses. So there we were in a glass house-a glass house called Dickinson Annex. And there was Dickinson looking down at us from the hilltop ! D We were self-conscious and ill at ease, and sometimes the sun got very hot. Then we figured, What's wrong with living in a glass house? What's wrong with living in a glass house if you can learn to be proud of what's going on there ? There wasn't any- thing wrong that we couldn't make right so we set to work and made things right. We started The Scribe, a class room paper, and it evolved into The Slzzdent Voice, and in the evolution, the mimeographed form was left behind, and now we have the printed paper. Organizations grew at the same rapid pace from the same germ of action- Football, Baseball, Basketball, and Track Qof course there were other cultural develop- mentsj. We were too busy to notice people watching us, and thereby became all the more worth watching. Pretty soon we weren't an annex, but a high school-the james I. Ferris High School. And we weren't living in a glass house-or were we? We won- dered, and then decided that we were, because after all, life is a glass house. Would you call life an annex? No. Life is living-doing things. There was a place for frivolity, so we went on a boat ride. It was a jolly boat ride, and we enjoyed it. Every- body went, and it became more than just a boat ride because for the first time james J. Ferris High School was acting as a unit. Being frivolous together, playing together, made us realize that we had been working together all the time. Our Senior Class is still a part of the unit-being merely the side which faces the sun. The first Senior play has passed into the shadows, and the sun is shining on the Ferrir Wheel. The success or failure of this Yearbook rests in what it means to you. It can be no less than an honest report of progress, always turning. Next year another class will face the sun. Q Page Thirty three