Lambertville High School - Hiltopia Yearbook (Lambertville, NJ)

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SENIOR CLASS AUTOGRAPHS

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IN MEMORIAM ' za ADAM DI TIERI U.S.S. MOUNT HOOD NOVEMBER 10, 1944 So nigh is grandeur to our dust So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, I can. -Ralph Waldo Emerxofz

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THE CLASS HISTORY It was exactly four years ago, on the morning of 155 September 3, 1941, when we wide-eyed Freshmen came iq N : trudging up the hill. We were full of wonder 'as to lfrll LX what lay before us, for this was indeed a new world. 641, 2 We found our way as best we could amid the rapid fire of directions from all sides by the soft-spoken upper- classmen. What a predicament we were in! We got settled at last, and held our first class meeting. What noise we made! Elections were the first business on the agenda. Bruz Hamilton was voted our President, john Prall, Vice President, Daris Slack, Secretary, and Gladys Myers, Treasurer. Insofar as activities were concerned, we wanted everything from dances to -wrestling matches, but we wound up with a pie and cake sale and made the stupendous profit of 51518.00 We were rich indeed!!! Because we were such a big bad bunch, however, we never had a chance at anything else. The time passed so swiftly that before we realized it mid-year exams .were upon us. As all good students, we crammed and studied hours on end trying to stuff into our little heads all that had whizzed by us during the past half year. Bravely we faced the music. The ordeal finally over, we eagerly awaited the marks. Then came the bombshell! The exams had to be retaken! Imagine how chagrined we were-just when we thought our necks were saved for the next few months. For this we are grateful to, and wish to thank, those persons and individuals and would-be underground workers whose efforts resulted in the passing out of the examination questions just a little too early- that is, before the exams were scheduled. Not that it would have made a great difference, but then, that is life! School rolled merrily along until one day our principal, Mr. Davidson, was called to the colors. We were very sad at his having to leave us so soon- he had won a place in our hearts, we were proud, however, that one of our faculty members would be in the thick of it. Then, before we knew it, a whole year had rolled by, June had come, and it was time to leave our new world. We were a little smarter, perhaps, gand found satisfaction in knowing that next year we would be old hands at the game.