Hillside High School - Epoch Yearbook (Hillside, NJ)

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Name Ailment Remedy Mueller Grin Lockjaw Mullins (hardening Be a farmer Murphy Ambition Relax » y Ogrodnick Music More teachers O’Neill One guess No re-mi-di Orban Baseball Home run Osterling Anything None Padula Fez hats Be an Egyptian Persak Arguments Calm down Perucki Short girls Another Washington trip Plum Stash Somebody new Poe Tooth paste More of it Tolicastro Athletics More of them T ost Bashful Corresponding course Puchy Books Let up Randunis Poo much fun Keep a straight face Ratcliffe Silence Quick turnover Kegi Nicety Let’s hear you Reilly Laughing Keep Ann away Richie us Heckling Act your age Sayre Giles Marry him Schmuhl Johnnie More Johnnie Schultz Wrestling Grape nuts Schwatska Work A long vacation Shumlick Work Just a little more Shyers P. A. D. Baseball SidvN a No ambition A little work Stoddard Library Books Svitak Quietness A little gab rI'ekula Fiddle Keeping quiet Thomas Clothes Less clothes Tichenor Moodiness Dong Wadevka Evelyn Walking Wagner Blond curls Dye ’em Wainw right Irene Golf Walters Millie History Wellet Managing Be a coach Weston English Joking Wilhelm Solitude Loosen up Yantansch Baseball Three outs Zemanovich Knowledge Five Hunks Zuckerman A short stay here Take a P. G. Where found What St. Peter will say In the halls With vegetables Office Dated up You should know On the diamond Anyplace Ask me another Ferry’s room On the held In gym Ask Bea ! With Dubow In place Studying Everywhere With the crowd Near home In halls Loafing In the wee small hours Gym With Randi At work With the girls Study hall Anywhere With Mrs. Estabrook Doing homework How should we know ? Ferry’s room Along the line Around the gym With her buddies On the corner Ferry’s room With basketball team About town In silence Back yard In library Candy store Bear up Don’t bring those tools here We're waiting for you Ha! a leader for the celestial choir We’ll take a chance Hi-ya Babe! You can’t bring him here Play gypsy play! I’ve never seen you before! Sock that ball Here’s your letter Yes we have a haberdashery You’ll do! My shy little violet How many A’s have you? Give me a chance to talk Are the rest here? Come in dear Come on and giggle Scram Sorry there are no key holes here Where’s Johnnie? You can’t do that here We only play here Where are the rest? Only over size 12 We’ll consider that Let me see your credentials We like ambition Play fiddle play I like your walk You’re too good It’s quicker down hill driving You’ll be an angel We haven’t a golf course Go home and tell your mother Will you be my timekeeper? You can’t get away with it Let’s go on a spree Don’t hit so hard Now we’ll have to start a broadcasting system. Let’s have a soda

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Name Ailment Remedy Gilbert Red hair Peroxide Gillen Tennis Helen Wills Goodrich Muffet We give up Gordon Jack Shuffle off to Buffalo Gottlieb Talkativeness Be a henpecked husband Grossman Electricity Doctor Hans Ears Adhesive tape Healy Chubbiness 18-day diet Henker Cecilia Fishing Henry Sax Cotton Hill Honesty Break a bank Huppert Ferry Don’t flunk Hg Fhysique Bathing suit Intrabartolo Curly hair Vaseline Irslinger Coyness Start a riot Jacobson Blondes A black eye Johnson, F. Goodness knows Be bad Johnson, R. Maintaining Shorter speeches Jones, O. Dunno Can’t be any Jones, W. Talking Adhesive tape K ampe Height Ladder Kliem Norma Mid-nite Sons Knorr, R. Just me Smith Bros. Knorr, T. Theories Pioving them Kramer Sleep Esther Kreisler Dignity Ride a horse Leisentritt Pink shirts Smoked glasses Licht Slowness Roller Skates Lindlaw Intelligence Some loafing l.iompton Virginia Riding Mangold Sleep Pep bran Marks Hair Riley M a ros Science To flunk Matwyehuck George More of him Mauer Ferry Problems McClintock Staying home Come to school once in a while Meagher Some freshman Meet her Menza Weight Daily dozen Minch in Trombone More Trombone Vlirback Piano Key lock Moss Hair Doesn’t need one Mozolak Millie Go to Woodbury Where found What St. Peter will say Stalking around We do need teachers In study hall Do you know who Chancer was? Ask Muffet What a nice couple On a window sill No exams here Looking for his bed Don’t high hat me Newark library There’s a penalty for forgery Room 521 You can’t be president here In the halls I’ve reserved a place for you On the corner I believe you Basketball games Can you manage us With homework First seat on your right First floor hall So you can’t take it. Dancing You might think so Always on hand Will you be my treasurer? Can’t be found (iive a cheer In auditorium Better retract Home The Puritans are here With Fierstein What no high school press Somewhere Where’s your pep? Moe’s Will you announce the trains? Hardly ever home We’re undecided Study hall Hi! Gus Someplace Just place for you The field Darwin’s here too Dancing No marathons here In class The place is yours Study hall Colors do brighten up a place In a fog Blow your whistle With Evelyn You’re my friend Conant St. Tea for two First floor corridor 'Lake the express Shall we tell None of that here Studying I’ll sav you can come Back of the bus You’ll do! Walking on Salem Ave. We’ll make a lady out of her! Studying How much Latin do you know? Around music Strike up the band Gym ? Come up some time! Shop Where will we find wings big enough? With silence Slip in! Guess???? Don’t flirt here!!! Route 25 You’ll never be a minister

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THE RETROSPECT Page Twenty-seven The History of ’33 in Rhythm and in Rhyme From ’29 and ’30 up to the Present Time We started off in '29 as Freshies new and raw, We came to school one early morn and looked around with awe. “So this is Hillside High,” we said, “but how are we to know, What to do and how to start and where we are to go.” We started off and guided well by members of the school, Who knew the way and what to say and each and every rule. Day after day—week after week—we wandered in and out, And many were the questions asked, because of many a doubt. Studies held our minds awhile, as studies always do, Pleasures small, and homework tall, and social meetings few. Debating was the daily talk, to us 't’was high ’n esteem, For freshman boys and freshman girls were members of the team. The freshman prom was next in line, in numbers quite a throng, With laughter gay, and fine array, the evening passed along . Now this was all for us that year, exams were on their way: Thoughtful boys and girls were we and studies held their sway. Blue and Gold, the sophomore colors, were chosen by the mass. Election bent, a pres-ident, named Meagher led the class. Jean Tichenor was the student that was second by the votes; Faber held our money safe, and Allcorn kept the notes. That year we gained quite some renown, our teams were winners all, Of fighting sorts, and genial sports, at track and basketball. Came time for us to leave that term, and once more to advance. As farewell to our second year we gave our sophomore dance. As ’31 rolled on its course and juniors we became, The S. G. A. began its way, and started on to fame. New officers were chosen by the senior class to be, Faber, Tichenor, and Allcorn became the leading three. The Junior Prom, a closed affair, happened next in line, A crowded floor and styles galore and decorations fine. Pay your dues,” became the cry of those who knew us best, “Or lag behind and lose your chance, of being with the rest.” We’re seniors now and loud we cry, “We’ve one more year to go.” Hear us cheer, for our last year, to let the whole world know. Now, troubles we have many and worries not a few, But high held heads and shoulders straight show our colors true. Seniors go to Washington most always in the spring, But here’s a tip. about the trip, and problems it did bring. Some of us had credit, from candy sales and such, But some of us were far behind and did not have so much. Parties, we’ve had several, and good ones they were too, But meetings of the senior class were entirely too few. Behind us now are many things; debates and games and more, And many happy hours gone, but many things in store. Comes time for us to go our way, to leave these halls of cheer, Graduation—separation from those we hold so dear. With saddened hearts and softened eyes we turn our heads away. And vow no matter where we roam to return again some day. The Editor-in-Chief.