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

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F' ' A I VOL. '58 JUNE 9, 1958 THE BIC TORY At 6:30 a.m. on December ll, l957, our Big Story Reporter received a call: 'gSomething big i, happening at Highland Park High School. By 7:30 he had arrived at the bus stop on the corner of Fiftl and Raritan. Here, in his own words, is what happpened during the day. After getting off the bus, I walked confi- dently towards the school, sure that no students would he coming this early. As I arrived at Qgkawf -GNN' The Early Show Montgonlery Street, I noticed to my great 1 prise that Fifth Avenue and Montgomery Stu were lined with parked cars. A few students M standing around their cars, bragging to otl how they had found parking spaces so close the school. Other students were hurrying tow: The pride of all HPHS Students and Faculty

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Dedication a teacher whose first concern was always her students, one who did everything in her power to get pupils to learn, a person who never refused to help a student, a woman who started here when our school first opened its doors in 1928, one who throughout her long stay was a backbone of the school, a woman who had more school spirit than most students, one who constantly tried to uphold and increase the honor of our school, a person who at the students' request worked long and hard to institute the Honor System, a sponsor whose Ceramics Club members enjoyed themselves so much that they met after school, M. MYRTLE HUGHES We, the Class of 1958, dedicate Our Big Story

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i 1 nf wstwm The Late Rush the building. At that time I did not realize that the 'Early Show' they were talking about was not on television. I walked into the front hall. My footsteps and their echoes seemed to be the only signs of life. I knew all this would change to raucous shouts and stamping feet when the mass of the students ar- rived. I had to take advantage of the situation and see the school before they came. I wandered around, glancing into each empty room, until I came to room 201. Here, through an open door, I could see and hear a teacher, clad in a smock, lecturing to his chemistry class. A few of the students were paying attention, but the ma- jority were half asleep. 'So,' I said to myself, 'this is the Early Show. !' Only a few other people were in the school. Most of them were in room 102. Although it seemed to be a regular class, each student was working by himself, while the teacher was arguing with one of them as to whether or not the student was late the day before. When I got back to the entrance, I noticed a copy of the HIGHLAND FLING on the table. Here was my opportunity. There might be something about the Big Story right here. Before I could finish reading it, the hell rang. A sudden stampede of students made me cower and seek shelter in the telephone booth. I waited until they passed and then, determined to go on, crept out. A girl sitting at the desk by the door asked if she could help me. 'Yes,' I said, 'could you tell me what the sche- dule of classes is today?' Her reply went something Receptionist Desk like this: ufoday, Wednesday, will be Friday's schedule. Assembly, which should be last period, Students pass through hall