Haaren High School - Quill and Hammer Yearbook (New York, NY)

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Through the Yemfr f6ll4LM7fy 1954 As if it were yesterday, WE REMEMBER entering the great old school house on Fifty-ninth Street and Tenth Avenue. We look back to September 1950 when we were FRESHMEN. Were we scared? Yes, but we were more overwhelmed and fascinated too. We walked the halls without uttering a word. We climbed the stairs at a fast pace to keep up with the seniors. We read the BROADCAST. We saw the Dean. The first year passed quickly as we learned the where. why, and how of the building. Before we knew it, summer vacation and one year had fled. September 1951 started our second year in DEAR OLD HAAREN. WE REMEMBER the coming of the FLY BOYS from the ANNEX. We re- member how sad they were because they could not eat lunch out, but just like us they had to climb to the sixth floor. In that second year came FIELD DAY at Van Cortlandt Park. And suddenly we found ourselves in classes taking REGENTS. The second year seemed the YEAR OF DECISION. A quick summer and school was back again. In the JUNIOR YEAR we met the G.O. full force. WE REMEMBER best the dances with Washington Irving and Julia Richman. We recall especially good looking girls, fancy clothes and a fine band. The G.O. elections became important. We listened more carefully than we had in the past to the promises of the candidates. Some boys became aware and a few were admitted to the school honor society. the ARISTA. Some athletically inclined brought the teams to a new high and made them known throughout the states of New York and Pennsylvania. Fall of 1953 came the SENIOR TERM and with it came expenses. We had to dip deep to pay for hats, rings, dues, yearbook, and pictures. WE RE- MEMBER the senior party, dancing, refreshments and a happy year. Now the heights for which we worked had at last been reached and GRADUATION DAY was coming nearer. At last it was here and suddenly freshman year seemed only yesterday. WE REMEMBER it all now and we WILL NEVER FORGET! IT

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Through Ike Yemfr me 1954 It's been four years since that sunny day in September 1950, when we Hrst gazed upon the structure we were to call our second home. We were just teen-agers then from all sections of New York City. Feeling like needles in a hay stack we promptly began our task of getting acquainted. A few weeks of playing the part of Little Boy Lost. and we were ready to call ourselves Haarenites. We soon began to learn the fine arts of getting early excuse passes. leading the lunchroom stampede, staying out of Mr. Shapiro's way and doing our delightful homework day after day including Friday and Saturday nights. In order to keep Mr. Weissenberg and our official teachers happy, we joined the G.O. The price, I still remember, was ten cents, including, of course, a fine set of Haarenite buttons. Our beloved English teachers kept saying, Buy the Broadcast, Dearie or Else. In the afternoon we all walked out of Haaren with a Broadcast under our arms. Sophomore Year found us looking forward to joining clubs and teams but alas for us that was the year when there were no extracurricular activities. We studied harder and harder and some of us managed to get on the Honor Roll. Things were beginning to get rough and as time passed we found ourselves looking forward to our Junior Year. Our Junior Year found some of us in Arista because of the work we had managed to struggle through. It was in this year that we welcomed Wednesdays because of the short periods. One Wednesday in particular we were marched into the Assembly. The G.O. elections were nearing and Mr. Hollis had his schedule built around the G.O. A candidate for G.O. ofhce began his speech but our eyes were glued to a weird yellow and blue Senior Hat, worn by one of the Seniors in the front row. Red lights were flashing off and on. We stared until our eyes saw nothing but red on the stage. Here we are, making the last turn, coming down the home stretch. This will tell whether or not we will qualify or Hunk. We're still not finished but our senior year makes us feel proud. There is plenty to do and more effort to be exerted. lt's too late to turn back and give up. Here's where we separate the men from the boys. All our classes seem to get harder. All of a sudden we find that we have been hit with a barrage of exams, knowledge of which has to be consumed. We put our heads down and begin to study. Some of our grades drop but we continue to shake off the dangerous fear of surrender. We knock off the stiff regents left and right. Finally wc sec our glorious senior term coming up. Well, we've made it! At last we're here! We have worked hard but it was worth it. We've passed the most important of all regents and we're on our way. God Bless Us All! IS