Metuchen High School - Blue Letter Yearbook (Metuchen, NJ)

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.iffy llli lmvs so I nv Here at last! September 3, 1944. The fateful day had come. We were about to embark upon a new, exciting ad- venture. Our faces wore a light film of happiness, our hearts were cloaked with anticipation. Triumphantly we made our exit from the assembly hall as the new freshmen class of Metuchen High School. The glory was soon slightly shadowed by the great gray cloud, the God of learning-Assignment, himself. In order to serve faithfully under his reign, it was necessary to select a few mortals to assist him, and thus it was that Ronald Petersen was chosen president, Dorothy Schneider, vice-president, Mary Cobbs, secretary, and Tony Tagliaboschi, treasurer. Having carefully followed his instructions for eight months, Assignment planted a pleasant notion in one of our heads. We would sponsor the first freshman dance to be held in Metuchen High School. Thinking caps were dusted, gray matter taken out of storage, Assignment, secretly besieged for his aid and The Scotch Hop was born. Always the blaze of bright plaid, the sweet blaring music of bagpipe, the admiring sighs of our lassies for their lads in kilts will remain with us. In spite of the frightening thunder of Assignment, and his twin brother, Homework, we enjoyed every second of this happy, eventful year. September found us back in our familiar, well loved school- rooms. Somehow, Assignment seemed a little less gray. Never- theless, we still feared his wrath and followed his orders, for his was the power to swoop down upon our harvest and quickly change it into an enormous zero. This year, as last, it was necessary to have a few repre- sentatives to communicate with Assignment. joe Ferenczi was elected president, Joyce Christophersen, vice-president and Mary Cobbs, secretary-treasurer. All year long we submitted to the vagaries of Assignment- nourishing essays, devouring history, flirting with French-and when it came time for some recreation, we were all for it. Assignment gently suggested that we shouldn't be selfish in this venture, whatever it be. We followed his advice and in- vited the entire student body to accompany us on a trip to Hawaii. Bad luck, all the ocean liners were filled to capacity. Assignment apologetically said he'd like to take us there, via cloud, but this was too difficult for such a large number. However, he suggested that since we couldn't go to Hawaii, why not bring Hawaii here. That is precisely what we did and just so that the underclassmen wouIdn't be too awed and the upperclassmen too hurt at our miraculous feat, we called it a dance and charged admission, to cover transportation ex- penses, of course. June was ushered in and we were ushered out. We all spent the summer gayly. But as swiftly as it had come, that is as fast as it departed, and once more we cheerfully crept back to school. One by one we climbed the stairs. At last the top was reached, and then merrily we rushed to our classrooms and to the fiendish tactics of Assignment. But something was wrong with Assignment, he wasn't nearly as hard or as long, we thought. He was now our friend- In the late fall, we made a decision, that we would plan a dance without the interference of Assignment. All was in order for our Winter Carnival, until the day of the dance itself. We needed real snow to make our dance realistic. Shamefacedly, we implored Assignment to use his influence and solicit the aid of some fellow gods to produce the needed snow. After a terrific scolding, he agreed to help us. He knew all along we were having a dance, only he was too proud to say anything. We were truly sorry that we had slighted him and made a mental note to work twice as hard for him in the near future. Anyway, all ended well, for lying 'neath a blanket of feathery snow, our dance was a huge success. Greedily we counted the profits made at our snowy carnivalg parsimoniously, we stretched their value, for every last coin was needed to produce a superior prom. May gradually slipped into june. The big night had come! Lovely maidens, beauti- fully dressed and delicately adorned with flowers, offered in- finite competition to the pretty girls painted on the walls. Our theme, known widely to all was A Pretty Girl Is Like a Melody. The prom was our last big event of the year, with the exception of Assignment's big project, examination. Of course, since we had sedulously heeded Assignment's warning and fol- lowed his instructions, we sailed smoothly through them. Then vacation time had furtively come into our presence: The hot, sunny days were before usg suddenly they were behind, and September boldly confronted us. Seniors! We were mighty Seniors! Freshmen, Sophomores, you may look at us, but be extremely careful not to touch. Juniors, if you fall on your bended knees you may speak to us in humble tones, we may not answer. Finally, we had the sole honor and privilege of leaving the assembly hall first, as the band played in our behalf. Now Assignment was a striking blue color, deep and rich in hue. He was no longer a sinister spirit to be feared, but a help- mate. His was the guiding light that kept us on the trodden path, ere we started to wander. His was the glowing torch that had led us unto this height and would lead us to greater heights. Once more we felt the need of electing oiicers. In the capacities of president, vice-president, treasurer, and secretary, Ronnie Petersen, jack Hone, Peter Campbell, and Mary Cobbs served admirably. Early in January, Assignment, feeling he had neglected our geographical education, invited us to visit gay Paris with him. We stayed only one evening, january ll, to be exact, but it was a gay, wonderful evening, as we danced on the sidewalks of Paris, listened to rich music, had our portraits painted and ate delightful declicacies in the outdoor cafes. The months fled by. Fresh fragrant air, balmy breezes and scented air revealed that June was here. June, the month of brides, is likewise the month of graduates. The happy days of high school had sped too quickly, but none had the power to recall them, thus midst tears and smiles, we made our final exit from a beloved home. Graduation was over. A happy heart will serve to remind us of the days gone by.

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