Hillside High School - Epoch Yearbook (Hillside, NJ)

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Last Will and Testament of the Class of 1( 2H I£, the memliers of the class of ’28, acclaiming ourselves to he in full possession of our senses, despite the harassing struggles in obtaining four years’ education, do hereby make known our last wishes in liequeathing all our private and public |)ossessions to the succeeding classes! To the incoming Freshmen we bestow our class colors of purple and gold, left to us by the class of 24. To the future occupants of Miss Jones’ room we leave the use of that indispensable mirror which hangs obligingly on the supply closet. We hope that our successors will 1k as skillful as were their predecessors in donning their daily war-paint in the few spare moments lefore opening exercises. To next year’s Seniors we will our ability to p ass unscathed and unimp ressed through the terrific assail-ments of various teachers during our four or more years’ hibernation here. To asp iring, ambitious, and always pmnctual Junior levs we leave the knack of Jerry. Dick. Hill, and F.ric. in missing half of seventh period of Problems Class. We suggest a full length mirror in the boys’ dressing room to accelerate their p rimp»ing after gym. To junk collectors among the underclassmen we leave that unspeakable red and yellow memler of the Ford family learing the quotation, “I do not choose to run.” It doesn’t! To the basketball forwards of next year's team we hold up as a standard. Potsy’s and Hector’s ability to make inumerable baskets. To Kenneth Patton, Jerry’s “gift” of “slinging a line” in Problems Class. And to a future student in the chemistry class Jerry’s collection of test tulies. To aspirants in love in the coming classes we will the art of successfully mating, the typical examples lieing, Jean and I'Tic. Halys and Kalp h, George and Betty, and Alma and Art. We wish you luck! To various girls in the lower classes we leave the lark of winning Artie Marsh’s heart. To Lydia Schuliert we bequeath Louise Manley’s repHitation as a “Walking Hook of Knowledge . To next year’s debating team greater success in winning the cup). To Arnold McClow, Gilbert Chamberlin’s ‘success with the fair sex. We give the remnants of old clothing, shapeless hats, and Dick Sim’s sutograpdied trousers to anyone who would wear them. To Florence Crandon, we will Regina’s collection of p ins and needles to mend future runs in her stockings. Those study hall desks!!! To the coming classes we will the enjoyment of sitting in comfort in the new auditorium chairs after suffering years of hardships. Finally, as we depart from these l eloved walls of learning we ap p oint as executrix of our last will and testament, our sister class 1930. and do hereby place our seal and signature in the year of our Lord ninteen hundred and twenty-eight. Witnesses: Virginia Cox Col. Lindliergh Sir Harry Lauder Benito Mussolini I .awyers: Alma R. Bovlan II. Louise Manley. 20

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The fourth is a lengthy descriptive one. from Louise Manley, in England. The children have whooping cough and Rose McGarey, her governess, has ek»i ed with the chauffeur. Did you say it must have cost something? Oh, no, her husband is the owner of the International Radio-gram Company. The fifth and last is from Halys, in San Francisco, touring the country with her millionaire husband, the rubl er-neek king. During all this time who has arrived but Mildred Fairweather, owner of “Sunshine Home for I-ost Men”, accomj)anied by Hymen Yourish. who is considering starting one for women. Professors Neske and Henker are here with the state’s leading sjx rtsman, Hector 13eRose. Mr. W alker, real estate man and his wife, noted lawyer, having one of their usual scraj s, are seated beside them. Donald Lee, no other than New Jersey’s mayor and George Littlejohn, exjjert accountant, may lie seen talking with Henry Marshall. Phil Shulman and Jerry Sterner, noted orators. Some competition! A few rows in front of me are Ruth and Virginia, clever modistes, Henry Groh. expert typist (and how). “ Twras Twenty-five and all was well When “WE” entered H.H.S. | ell-mell, Freshies a year, we strove for life Fraught with war and most general strife. Came Twenty-six and “WE” travelled through. Torturing Frosh as Sophomores do. Some of us dropjx;d Ixrhind that year. Fewer were left, our ranks to cheer. Elizabeth Meagher, owner of a chain of l cauty parlors. socializing in hair waving. Joe Vuska, greatest shorthand writer, having broken all recent sjK e l records. Louise Weinrich, famous chiropodist, and last, hut not least. Dick Sim. and three other little ‘‘Richard’s”, the mother being French. We knew you were a good French student, Dick. Of course. Annette Corcoran is late, but her husband doesn’t seem to mind. I’ve almost forgotten the gentleman sitting next to me. Eddie Cantor's only competitor—Weyman Steen-grafe. Me starts to s| eak to me, “Why. Mrs.— Then I look, it must Ik one of his numerous jokes, but no. he called me Mrs. With a sudden start 1 jump, rub my eyes, and—why. I’m home—beside me are the various year l ooks. |K ncils, j a|K rs. scattered everywhere. Why. I started to write that prophesy and instead I took a jK‘ek into the future and saw each and everyone of my classmates happily situated in life. Oh. 1 must |)hone Gilbert. ‘Hello Operator? Give me Waverly 5507. What! They don’t answer? I’ll l et lie’s in IkxI. REGINA RICE. Prophet Twenty-seven followed along. As Juniors. “WE” were travelling strong. Far above Frosh and Soph’more, too. Seeing Seniors with reverent view. Then Twenty-eight, as Seniors “WE Joyfully ent’ring the gay melee’. Now, after four successful years. Leaving Hillside with sighs and tears. —By “WE”

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Mt. ()ly m pus----------Air Mail— a tidy Hillside. X. J. May 18. 1925. To Clio, Goddess of History: J. as the official historian of the Class of 1928 of Hillside High School, am sending you the first installment of our history. Gather round your stenographers and get busy. High School yawned cavcrnously as a pit when we approached it one fine Septemlier morning, but we entered that institution one hundred and fifty strong. As Freshies we were the most harassed group of “cherubs” you can imagine. Previously we had given little thought to that white porcelain fixture, called erroneously, drinking fountain—we came to regard them as showers. It was the particular delight of one of our superiors, to garnish one of these objects with a squirming, “all wet” Freshy. And this was only one of the tortures we had to endure. Of course, l eing Freshmen, we were denied the pleasure of giving a dance, but we gave the upj er classmen a jolt when we successfully produced (under the guidance of Miss Schmitt, now Mrs. Rudolph), the play, “Sauce for the Gosling”. Again we startled the world (at least our little community) by practically winning the class basketball championship, except for a little luck on the Seniors’ part in the last few minutes to play. During the rest of the year, although we did nothing spectacular, we held our own with the other classes and now we are looking forward to our Sophomore year, contemplating the incoming Freshies with a malicious gleam in our eves and diabolical thoughts in our hearts. Until next year, MEREDITH RUTH BORDEN. Mt. Olympus Air Mnil— Andy Hillside. N. J. April 6. 1926. To Clio. Goddess of History: This is the second installment of our history, and this should Ik more interesting because we are now budding forth as a class. Upon being released from the “swaddling clothes of Freshies, we took our first hesitating step. This was a dance held on Deccmlier twenty-third and we must say that our debut was a great success. This year we were successful in “copping” the Class Basketball Championship much to the other Classes’ chagrin. The remainder of the year jxissed away comjwra-t'vcly quietly, except for a few riots resulting from our successful seige of the Freshman stronghold and the consequent carnage. Hoping this is duly recorded in the “GimkI Ih ok , I am. MEREDITH RUTH BORDFV Mt. Olympus------------Air Mail—LA tidy Hillside, N. J. June 3. 1927. To Clio. Goddess of History: The third installment of our history—one more to go. This year as Juniors, we returned with many aims and thoughts before us. One among these was that our class would Ik co-ed in the same room rather than divided, but we were doomed to disappointment. Another source of gloom was the creation of a Junior High and the consequent elimination of the Freshies from our High School.