Huntington High School - Huntingtonian Yearbook (Huntington, NY)

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SENIGR HISTORY OW will these high school days look to us when we view them, say in 1980? By spe- cial arrangement with Aladdin, the Hmzlifzg- Ionian presents an exclusive interview with Mr. John Class of '47 in the year 1980. Mr. Class of '47, a citizen of the cultural and social center of Long Island-Huntingtonw-is questioned as follows: Mr. Class of '47, I am the spirit of H. H. S. You will recall that they wrote a song about me years ago. How do you remember the years you spent in that little red schoolhouse on Main Street? I still recollect walking up those stairs on my first day as a Silent Sophomore. I guess I was pretty dumb on that day. After a while the place grew on me, and I felt right at home. Seems funny looking back like this. There's so much you can't forget: Margo George, who left at the end of the war to return to Scotland, the Arista party and Arista's initia- tion with its maid pledgesg how I used to call my sugar CANDY, and that Hrst Blue Devil, and then- I was a Junior. That was a great year 1945-46. The world was at peace and H. H. S. really went to town. There was Martin Risch making them swoon, and all of our stars in 'Green Stockings' 12 There was Ralph Tasman and the grinding gears of his Dodge. There were players from our class who made names for themselves in sports. There was Paul Tworzyanski and his Solid Regents. There was Skiddy, the unforgettable G. O. Presi- dent. All of a sudden-- I became a Senior. It was a terrifying thought, then, that the greatest bunch of kids ever put to- gether was going to break up-'Out, out in the cold, cold world.' Bunny Dunne had the 9 O'Clock Club, Ioan Johnson, the Hmzfifzglmzimz, and Bernie Cohen had something new-the High Lights. Rada won national fame in the science field. Pete Balduzzi and Bob Platts, forever at work on deeds for their Alma Mater, never went home until almost supper time. I can't forget all these and others too numerous to mention. Nor can I forget Senior Day, and that tuneful 'Open the Door, Richard.' I remember Hank Quell cap- taining the championship football team, the Christ- mas ball, and H. H. S.'s Hrst Sadie Hawkins Dance. I remember Kilroy and the slogan he started. I forget what was number one on the Hit Parade in June, 1947, but I know that on that hot June night, when that class of ours was on the platform in caps and gowns, only one song was in our hearts. That was 'Honor to Hunt- ingtonf