Haverford High School - Greystones Yearbook (Havertown, PA)

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Haverford Township High School Class History I—THE SOWING WHEN the step from eighth grade to ninth was taken, the Class of ’31 shaped into a definite form. Although that event took place in Junior High it was none the less important. The first seeds of experience and success were sown and found fertile places in which to grow. The class earned a name for itself in the annals of the school because of its high scholastic rating—and also because of its jovial volubility. Mr. Timlin, our respected first home room teacher, endeavored to quench our too-ready flow of words. He was partially successful. In the latter part of our first year we decided to get together and imitate real people. This outbreak ended in a class party. Although Anne Crisman lost her ring in the punch bowl and one of the boys nearly swallowed the bauble, the party was a crowned success. Work anil play claimed us for the rest of that year, the worker being Ethel Glancy, the players being the rest of the class. II—THE HOEING In ’28 we really began to take root. Puzzled a bit, perhaps, by the different rooms and customs of Senior High, we nevertheless kept our heads about us. (We needed them.) The Class of ’31 soon discovered that various rumors had preceded us, and the faculty of Senior High was waiting, smiling, yet determined, to receive us as it was fitting to receive Sophomores gifted in the art of forbidden eloquence. No very important event marked our second year. However, our athlete, “El” Annulling, made great strides in hockey, track and basketball; and George Allen was wrell known as a coining star on the gridiron. Perhaps the most striking incident of this period was our numerical standing in the various studies. Our marks were a sight good to behold to teachers as well as to us. We were given encouragement and felt spurred on to tackle even more gigantic things in the later years of our high school career. Ill—THE GROWING At last . . . upper classmen . . . Juniors . . . All in three short years. At last we would enjoy some of our own personal parties and dances, given by us and for us. Our first fling was the Junior Prom. How we worked and how we practiced and polished up on the dancing! What a rush for dress suits, rented, borrowed, or bought! The Gym was decked out in splendor and a wonderful orchestra supplied the music. And what music!!! Lights, color, laughter, all played a large part in making the Prom a social success. Twenty-nine

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The %ecord — February, 1931 Thou came tlie time to prove our powers of eloquence. We were all given a chance to show our ability in this line, in the try-outs for the Junior Speaking ( ontest, and what was more, it was actually to be appreciated. What a break it was for us who bad been held in cheek for so long! Was it authentic then, that Charles Weissingcr should get first prize? We all agreed that it was. And surely Thelma Olson and Anne Crisman deserved second and third prizes respectively. The class was growing in such wonderful strides that it seemed nothing would stop us; and nothing did. We were headed straight and true for our last ami glorious year. ith great deeds m our past, even better things were pre- dicted for us in the very near future. IV—THE REAPING Our Senior year was “the” year as usual. We were the supreme, the mighty; we were the rulers. Success after success came to us. Yes . . . we were indeed in the limelight. Work was multifold and the laborers were many; the harvest was a powerful crop and needed all hands to reap it. The Senior Ball claimed our energy first. It was decided to celebrate this annual function in the Brookline Square Club’s ball room, as no smaller place was thought adequate to hold the crowd that was expected. Business flourished, money rolled in, and the profits mounted higher and higher. Thus on the night, of March 1, 1930, the lights of the Square Club seemed to gleam brighter than ever and welcomed every guest with a jolly stare. The dance was a finished product of its kind, socially as well as financially. As time went on more of our class succeeded in the field of sports and new records were made in scholastic channels. The editor of the “Retort” was in our midst, and most of our classmates were members of the various honorary clubs and societies of the school. The presidents of the Student Government and Athletic Association were both our classmates. W ith spring came thoughts of the Washington trip. Wardrobes were planned and roommates chosen. When the gala day arrived everyone was overjoyed. Our chaperons were Miss Diven, Miss David, Mr. Livingston, Mr. Hughes, and Mr. Howarth. The trip was wonderfully planned and we all returned serenely happy. When we returned to school in September we were surprised to find a new principal in the school. Mr. Carter, our former principal, was now super- intendent and Mr. Oscar Granger from Wisconsin was taking his place as principal. Our farewell event was the Senior Play. It was “The Cinderella Man,” and was beautifully directed bv Miss Harriet Diven. The play was a piece of art and fully came up to the expectations of the class. Many situations arose during the four years of our school life which needed all our faculties to conquer, but despite the odds we came off victorious. May these victories follow us all, and make our future one of success and happiness. Thirty