Highland Park High School - Albadome Yearbook (Highland Park, NJ)

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I i l l l 1 1 I f' l I , S.. Dear Alumni, With mingled feelings of awe and pride you hesitantly crowded into the spacious auditorium of Highland Park High School on a cool September morn in '41, The roll was called, you marched to your homerooms amid the chides of the seniors and that was the beginning of your high school career. The last of the great torchlight parades was held in your freshman year. Through the streets of old Highland Park myriads of students formed a tribute to the '41 team. Then came the dramatic shock of December 7. The school quickly became war minded, sponsoring various drives to back the military effort. You, ,as feeling frosh, pitched in and did a ter- rific job collecting and repairing pens, gathering books for G. I. libraries was another task you tackled with a will--you brought in a lot of them even if you don't count the Bobbsey Twins. But everything was not painted in the somber hues of war. Remember how you enjoyed the Screwball upperclassmen who went zany and showed up in the guise of the Hungry Seven? Remember how relieved you were when the foot- ball team won the last game of the season-over Metuchen? And do you recall that hilarious tussle between the teachers and parents on the baseball diamond? That ended the year with more than one laugh. Though still counted as an underclassman in '42-'43 you knew Room 210 from 107. You knew that your heart needn't stop beating when you were called down to the office. In other words, you knew your way around. lil 5 I f 12 ul f , 1 Y l I' QQ? Those were great days. Into the Victory Corps you poured all your energies. But after that organization was set up ..., What happened? Nothing. No one knew what to do with it. You might aptly subtitle your sophomore year The rise and decline of the Victory Corps. You, it' you were in the 10-L English class, had a little Hollywood influence. Filming Silar Marvel' was no mean task, especiallyi as you ex- pected M.G.M. to see the movie. And the bas- ketball team couldn't be stopped. They walked vOr:Na:2asH'aE ' -7i?i.l?' ll f'ffi ' 1 1 1 513980 f 1 ' H ui' -' f ll 1 . N. l 5 A1221 l i 1 S ' i Y Milli in l i ., . . ' I . l' f ill' 1 ll H27 V07- 1 , H19 6 ll , - -f 11. 6496 away with a lot of honors that year that gav you a little more to be proud of. Then another September rolled around. Yo were actually relaxed when you rounded the co ner of Fourth Avenue and saw the Qcrowds wai ing at the door. No more nervous tension mad your palms sweat. So, swaggering a bit, and wit a strut that would be the pride of a drill squa member, you approached your Alma Mater junior.

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17? I1 Ixvtf-if' jfi. xxx t 4 x x i As one of the upperclassmen you had a respon- sibility to shoulder. You elected class officers for the hrst time. You could boss the sophs and frosh around--and get away with it. You could march down the center of the halls instead of keeping to the side. You could-but why go on, you know what was done. You did it. A group of your classmates had control of the Highland Fling. Never before had the juniors run the newspaper. That was something you didn't expect. Besides this, you had again in your hands the junior prom. The. year before the and senior dances were combined, this however, you made sure the pride of your e was set for an appearance. Made a good showing, too. Yes it did. The was out of this world. The animals on walls and the lovebirds overhead you thought the best decorations that could possibly be up. is an air about your junior Prom that sets apart from any other dance. Wlaetlmer it was you strung the paper streamers, or because went down to the printer's to get the pro- made up, you felt a certain responsibility making this alfair a success. You were than pleased that everything went along when no one spilled a tray of punch sandwiches or upset a table you took a deep and felt a warm glow of satisfaction inside. Spring of '44 found the school in a political 'l. Democrats, Republicans and independ- all campaigning. Then a sudden coalition the Republicans and Independents sent Democrats into a worried caucus. The results SENIOR CLASS OFFICERS Scared: Ruth Weilcr, Phyllis Butrler, Mar- ry Thomas. Standing: Fred Eden, David Knapp. 1. 'sf- 'D-v iff-wr CMXQQR Qs oi , uf g - X. , 3 N O gn Pia . Q va- igfji K 11 'Q KIT? fffs 'E 1 ff' ' 'Q-Q17 ' gr leash '- 4 'jjttgsseis 1 a ' ,Y lglllf A J '5 ll ': lit. ,dh ' -llaz Ovtm 0? l if ff Q -Q yi! ' 1, , 3' K , at E ft 'sf ' S bf ig J ,As W: Q -' r :f-age - of that Youth Week election rocked the founda- tions of Highland Park. The school went Demo- cratic by a vast majority. After making political history, things settled down into routine. You had become accustomed to reading that the enrollment was dwindling every month as more and more boys went into service. Many of you realized that these were your last days under the Albadome. Next year a number of you would not be coming back to this Owls' Nest. A carefree attitude with serious undertones pervades the intimate passage ways of H.P.H.S. You sort of envied the fellows in uniform. Some of you wanted to get into the service, others did not. The service flag went up, and you saw the number of boys already shouldering arms. You saw them-then you joined them. You remember Highland Park High, and this book is just one of the evidences that your school remembers you, the servicemen from the Class ot 'fri if-L 7 S vi