Harley School - Comet Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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NOEMI ARCE PATINO No-ante Hockey, 2, 3, 4 Basketball, 2, 3, 4 Baseball, 2, 3, 4 Chorus, 2, 3 Treasurer of the Lunch Hour Committee, 3 Vice-chairman of the Party Committee, 4 Main interest--River Campus . . . What can you bring to the Hollister House party ? . . . Now once more, Noemi--CH-eating! . . . let George do it .... What's the attraction at Lakemont P . . . Dorothy-you should have said two no trump! A mighty Jpirit fret that little frame. Virgil RICHARD JAMES ANDERSON ffnifzw Football, 3, 4 Basketball, 2, 3, 4 Baseball, 2, 3, 4 Vice-President of the Class, 3 Chairman of the Safety Committee, 4 Senior Play, 4 Harley's candidate for All-American C11 breaker . . . our own Dr. Einstein . . . HE out Miss Neal! . . . Finance and Traflic Chairr . . . chief admirer of the Canandaigua Cann ball . . . Bogatz. U railroads are not made, bow .floall we to liea1fen? Thoreau

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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

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BERYL HAWKINS BALDWIN Hockey, 2, 3, 4 Basketball, 2, 3, 4 Baseball, 2, 3, 4 Cheerleader, 4 Senior Play, 4 ' Chorus, 2, 3, 4 Treasurer of the Class, 3 Secretary of the Girl's Athletic Committee, 3 Chairman of the Girl's Athletic Committee, 4 But Cliff, why ?,' . . . Stormy weather . . . Raffle girl . . . Oh, I just LOVED it! . . . that Baldwin menagerie . . . Iggle-foo talk . . . Draw us a horse, Beryl . . . our sports all-star. Every painter ought to paint what be bim- .fetff lover. Ruskin JUDITH BAKKER Ifjud-yi! Hockey, 2, 3, 4 Basketball, 2, 3, 4 Baseball, 2, 3, 4 Chorus, 2 Vice-President of the Class, 3 President of the Student Body, 4 Memorable houseparties at Bakkers Come on down and go swimming! . . . Class philosopher . .. record collector from Bach to Boogie Go home, Bunty, GO HOME' . . . co-reviver of the Charleston . . . Madame President. What if it to be wire P 'Tir but to know How little can be known, To ree all otberr' ftzultf, And fee! your own. Pope