Manhasset High School - Tower Yearbook (Manhasset, NY)

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BOARD OF EDI KIATION Run Um ffharlts CQ. Dunhar, Mrs. Helen D. Angus. Herman Nl, Oltmans. Hu' 'l'11 u Raymond I.. Collins. Lester R, Moore. Roger Burton, FAC LTY UR four years in high sthool were greatly intluencetl hy those almighty rulers f-'the faculty, without whom our many ioys land sorrowsj coultl never have come to pass. We remember vaguely that long-ago tlay we first entered the ldroatl and confusing halls ot M.ll.S., tl group nl hewiltleretl and pitiliul freshmen. Mr. 'l'anner. our tirst big time teather, kindly welcometl us with opened arms. We rememher the tlay the freshman's l'rientl saitl: Now if there's anything I can tlo, people-anything tlon't hes-i-tate to some see me .intl . . That same tlay Miss We-lwlw toltlly launfhetl us in algelvra with a seventy prohlem onslaught. Our sopohomore year lwrought .1 totally new t rop ol teachers. R.iHie letl us through the maze ol' geometry with suuh gems as You ean't lift yourself hy your lwootstr.1ps, anal I re- member the man who tarrietl out pi for two million tleui- mal plates. . Mr. Miller tharmetl us with his fruit tlies and spread us out to the linur corners ol' room seven .lt 6

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me ww' Now that our high school days are drawing to an end, now that we will no longer take part in the activities which have been life itself to usg now that we are advancing into a life made serious by the necessity of providing for ourselves, we want to keep forever the memory of the place that has been the site of our happiest moments: M. H. S. And, so that we may always think of you, M. H. S., and you may always think of us, we publish this Tower. is f L ,K NX x j NWN wriy- by ' WN i ag, xxi if W, If, X,RF n-,Q v f' Iliff' J '- If-if - l iii f 7 f' ,f-J' -,,., ,..,,,,,,, i pf 4 ,Q s X

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each test. Mrs. Hansen fprounaunsd Misaz Hansanj taught us to speak from our stom- achgquite a feat! Soon in our junior year, we were greeted by Mr. liilsinger, his unsuccessful experi- ments, and the familiar routine: I remember the time back in Utica when I was just a little shaver. . Foreign languages were in full swing by now, too. Madame Hare guided us through French and Spanish, lib- erally displaying her jokes, antics, and Wiri- nie the Pooh along the way. Mr. Ring- wald, by some means Qhow we still don't knowj, taught us some German while Dr. Vassiliw pounded Latin into our thick skulls until we were dreaming of the assassination of Caesar, Cicero, and the assassination of Vissiliw. A little extry somethun was added to our junior year by Mr. Metzger, who once said he didn't even trust his own grandmother. fOf course he knows his own family better than we.j And all the while Mr. Swietzer was calmly cramming us with literature. At last we entered our final and most ex- citing year at M.I-LS. Led by big wheel Dawson, who directed English IV and col- lege admissions, we were startled by his amusing dramatic talents, Hawvaad Awccent, and these false pupil-teacher relationships . Madman Bishop high-pressured us through a year of chemistry laughing at explosions and dreaming of the day he'd like to see them make. . . RAYMOND COLLINS Sllf76.'?'ill1t.'lllll6Ilf uf Sclzuruli' KENDALL B. HOWARD Priflrifml GLENN RAFFENSPERGER A.i.ii.mu1l Priuriful