Hempstead High School - Colonial Yearbook (Hempstead, NY)

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The Colonial 1933 SENIOR CLASS OFFICERS Adviser—Miss Hai.i. President—James Nolan Secretary—Katherine Semke Vice President—Mabel Matthews Treasurer—George Masset 2Q •A

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The Colonial 1933 SOUVENIR OF ’THIRTY-THREE There are times when one is restless With an urge to leave his home; To travel ever onward And to foreign regions roam. Now, if you should have this feeling And were near a wishing well; What country would you visit, And the reason, sir, pray tell? That we all have got our favorite Destination, you shall see, While looking through this year book, Souvenir of ’Thirty-three. Now this Colonial is completed And is placed within your care; To put amongst your treasures, And to ever keep it there. Phyllis Mansfield ’34 28

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THE SENIOR CRUISE Seniors come anil seniors go and yet our school moves on, always on. I he senior would like to believe himself revered and respected for his four years ot toil, but alas such is not the case. He is ignored rather than revered, and reputed rather than respected. On the passing of the senior class, the junior pauses for a lengthy meditation murmuring to himself, “One more year, only one more year.” He then seats himself, takes out his book with a rather guilty look and attempts for the first time to really “buckle down.” The sophomore stops for a moment in the hall; he regards the whirl of students and says, “ I wo whole years yet, gosh !” Then we come to the freshman with high voice and short legs always managing to run on the wrong side of the hall, much to the disgust of the towering hall cops. He pauses only long enough to recall his last report card marks, and says ruefully to himself, “Never!” We see the senior on the last day of school. He is full of mixed emotions. He is glad to graduate, but sorry to leave his friends, both teachers and classmates. He is eager and expectant for the new life that lies ahead of him, and sad and reluctant to leave his high school behind him. There is a sigh of relief as he passes the office and sees scarlet faced boys holding pink cards. There is a sigh of despair as he passes the library and sees other students reading the books that he has so enjoyed. With his regrets there is one consolation, that is the fact that he is a member of the class of “33”. In his opinion there is not, nor ever has been a senior class the equal of his class. His class has contributed its page to the history of the school; and although he declares that his class’s contribution is the largest and finest, he is broad minded enough to realize that many classes of the past have, and many classes of the future will, contribute their bit to that ever-filling book.