Harley School - Comet Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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We started as five year olds, a few of us. Ken can't remember - he thinks he was here. Dixie knows she was, for she remembers one successful iight with jimmy Chace when jim got the bloody nose. Hank insists he was at Harley at some time in his younger days, but unfortunately and incredibly Hank left no evidence. Our big moment came when we graduated to the first grade, and the anti- climax when we walked into school the next fall and saw Judy and Steve. That was the year we became domesticated - and to prove it gave a terrific popcorn-ball party for the seniors. Second grade was confusing. We scared our teachers away as fast as they came. That year Stevie gave a commendable performance as Hansel in Hansel and Gretelf' Bakker and MacLean were angels. Third grade was wonderful, we all agree. And we'll always remember Mrs. Mac who helped make it that way. Among our accomplishments were a bridge across the creek which we made from a nursery school slide, and a piece of literature entitled Going Places and Seeing Things. McGhee came to Harley that year and has been coming and going ever since. The next year found us sneaking stealthily through the halls, making generally unsuccessful attempts to scalp each other, and yelling wahoo! at the top of our lungs. We hold Mr. Cramer responsible. Fifth grade was a bit calmer. Mr. Biscoe tried desperately to show us some of the 'finer things in life. He was reasonably successful, for by the end of the year we could box the compass, recite almost all of A Midsummer Night's Dream, and divide decimals. 8

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Sixth grade was one of those rare years, and certainly one of the wildest. Our fifth grade culture gave way to blanket fights, all kinds of fights. The boys became quite aggressive with their romantic ideas, but the girls had the advantage in any active resistance by being several inches taller. Beryl and Pete Staples left Penheld to join us that year. In seventh grade we calmed down a little, partly because we were impressed with ourselves as middle-schoolers, and mostly because jack Niemeyer had very good aim when firing erasers. Pat came to Harley that year. The next year we welcomed Helen--by tying her to chairs and stufling rock wool insulation down her back. Dick came that year, too. We remember dancing school, and our first few games of spin the bottle. Our freshman year was another wild one. Maryjoe ambled up from the West Virginia hills, and Noemi came all the way from Ecuador to join us. Barbara Buell made the trip from Ontario. Keller came too, but most of us had seen him before. Our French I classes were the highlight of out day. We claim the title for being the only class that ever set firecrackers under, squirted ink at, and blocked the door to the same poor teacher. Remember McGhee's term as class president, and Nus- baum's sucker kits? And wasn't that the year we wanted to buy a truck to solve our transportation problems? The ninth grade just wasn't big enough for both Backus and Covington, so Barb decided to join us sophomores, and Glenna came from Monroe. Again we simmered down a bit, and no wonder. Some of our parents had gotten wise, and Ted, Russ, Fred, McGhee and Allis were conspicuous by their absence. We really grew in the eleventh grade. Hays says he came that year, and after all, what else matters? But we might mention that Dutch, Buddy and O'Neil joined us, and McGhee was back again. We think they're important, too. This was a big year for parties, from class swimming Q?!j parties to the best Spring Dance in Harley's history. On September 8, 1948 we wandered into Miss Neal's room---and, lo and behold, what should we see but Buell and Pat, back to haunt us, along with two newcomers, Frank and Mark. We don't know what we'd done without their excel- lent portrayals in our memorable play, and we'll stop right here, having decided not to detail our further escapades. 9