Milne School - Bricks and Ivy Yearbook (Albany, NY)

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graders, and our girls showed up en masse- with each other. Sophomore year opened with a bang. Doug Drake escorted Sue Hoyt to a movie-and look at the results! Soph girls stood shivering out- side the Lounge, trying to remember all the things they had heard about initiations, while the on-looking ninth graders snickered. The boys, red-faced and embarrassed, ate compul- sory lunches with the girls, and for two weeks after initiation sat down gingerly. At last we were proud members of societies, with small pins on our blouses and sweaters. The high- light of the year was the new printed paper. We could hardly believe that the faded, mim- eographed paper of the past was ours. The last Christmas plays were that year, and we were given the much sought after half-hour lunch period. Milne girls were introduced to Valentino at the old-fashioned movies, and Norma Silverstein promptly renounced all of her former favorites. Two first dances were that year-the Alumni Ball, and our first Q.T.S.A. The graduates looked a little strange and familiar to us at the Alumni Ball, and everybody's coats got mixed up afterwards. Lunches were eaten in the park that Spring. The boys played ball, and the girls got their legs sunburned while throwing pebbles in the water from the bridge. Kenny Gallien startled us all by becoming an uncle for the second time right in the middle of Latin Class. Iunior year teeined with activity. Dutch Ball was elected president of Phi Sigma, and we had our first class meeting with Paul Distel- hurst as president. We were all filled with the importance of parlimentary procedure, and everyone seemed to think himself an authority. Felita Schain and George Edick say their memorable duet in assembly, and we dis- covered that we had talent in our midst. Bill Parr left for the Army and we all missed his good natured smile, and his notes in Arabic that the teachers couldn't read fand we couldn't eitherj. Bill Clerk discovered surrealism and the rest of us just gaped in amazement. In the middle of the year we got back at the Freshmen who had snickered at us when we were undergoing initiations. Did we snicker 24- this time! Parties were the fad and there were many. Ioyce Knapp's Halloween party fMrs. Knapp kept walking in to find the place in darknessj and Angela's weekend parties at Chatham feverybody looked a little haggard on Monday morningl, and Hen Parties every week. The Iunior Bags, as we dubbed our- selves, gathered at various houses to drink coke and discuss such lofty topics as MEN. Frances Morah had a party at camp, and Chuck Hop- kins drank a bottle of turpentine, thinking it was-well, something else. Every afternoon found us in Wagar's order- ing coffee sodas, and Ruth Porth still didn't know what a vitamin was. Boys and girls took gym on the same day and there was a fierce and never ending battle as to who could have the field. The result was a confusing mixture of football and hockey played together. We got our long awaited class rings, and elections were held for Student Council. At last we prepared to step into the Senior's shoes. The beginning of our Senior year was mem- orable for more reasons than one, The Senior Room, No Senior Room, The Senior Room, No Senior Room, and that was the way it finally ended. Will we ever forget Ioanne Scott's expression when she was being meas- ured for her cap and gown, or the false fire place, or Inez Warshaw's Varga calendar? Several of our Senior boys left for the service, and one got married. The girls began using V-mail, and the boys began talking of V-12 exams. Mr. Allard got married, and George Myers beat his own path to the Circle door. Elinor Yaguda discovered Danny Kaye, and Bert Friedman discovered shoulders, Bill Baker jumped to six feet four, and earned the nick- name of Drink. Proofs from Gustave Lorey were floating around, and we discovered a re- markable resemblance between Bruce Hansen and Frank Sinatra! Committees were being formed for Graduation and Class Night, and we held our first girls' gym night in the audi- torium. Conventions were held with Bricks and Ivy and Crimson and White, members attending meetings in New York. Tom Dyer found himself the only boy in every one of his classes. Louie Austin fell Su page 28 l

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Senicvz 61644 Jlww, FRESH farm HOW, from grammar school, we entered Milne and confidently took our I. tests-results: no I. During the very first assembly we were made embarrassingly con- spicuous. Before the whole school we were dismissed and made to march out single file, ears burning, as the other grades looked us over and commented-and what comments. At the end of two weeks, however, we were seasoned veterans, climbing the right stairs, and acting like we owned the Annex. Remem- ber how the Social Studies classroom chairs afforded us much entertainment. In smart- aleek fashion we would tip them way back, and perch precariously. Then the teacher would spot the guilty one and yell, and the startled student would go over backwards. Do you remember Sue's birthday party? We were in- itiated into the daring game of Post-Office. Joyce Knapp ran round and round in a big closet with a would-be wolf pursuing deter- minedly. Miss Hayes' homeroom held a Val- entine party, and lean Fig had a Buster-Brown. haircut. We still didn't know the Alma-Mater all the way through, and would open our mouths wide when it was played, trying to look as if we were singing lustily. That year we attended our first excursion, and the more ad- venturous of us hung over the rails watching the water, then dashed back to the deck-chairs -hoping. Two of our seventh graders won the Iunior High Prize Speaking contest, Tom McCracken and Elinor Yaguda, and every- thing ended in a rosy glow as we attended our first formal. Back to school as eighth graders, and didn't the new seventh graders look small. We'd started skipping gym already, and learned to slip through the tunnel to get to the Annex. What a mad race trying to get the nickel in the coke machine before the sign went up. By the way, that was the year we were lectured long and earnestly on the evils of coke, but it didn't seem to do much good, bewildered teachers discovered us drinking it at nine o'clock in the morning. Games in the locker room were stimulating, such as the time Miss Hayes caught the girls playing hide-and-go-Seek. She entered just as Mari- lyn Bates was shouting, H1-2-3-O11 Miss Hayes! Were our faces red! ,The boat races were inaugu- rated and Al Bingham and Bob Beckett were That was the year we had the twenty-minute lunch period, and had two A. Ifs in the class- A. Ferguson and A. Rockenstyre. Evi- dently the coincidence made things chummy because they started going out together. About this time our artistic instincts emerged and we decorated the English Room with self-designed plaques, and the following year did the Art Room. The outstanding event of the year was jimmy McClure and Harold Dodge's swallowing live goldfish. For weeks we watched them intently, expecting them to collapse at any minute. In our Freshman year we went out for cheer- leading and yelled enthusiastically at the pep- rallies. Arden Flint was president of Iunior High and we were pretty important as the top grade in Iunior High. That was also the year we started applying lipstick in the locker-room and covertly rubbing it off again after school. Iohn Prince learned how to horrify most of his teachers by simply dropping his two front teeth in the midst of conversation, and he carried around a wired brief case that really shocked any curious pedagogues. Dr. Moose introduced us to the experience of dissecting fish, and for two weeks we wcnt around holding our noses. At this point some of us decided not to become great surgeons. Contrary to previous harmony thc famous feud between the boys and the girls was started. When the dance ftheme was a Merry-Go- Round and horses were prancing all over the wallsj rolled around the boys took eighth the proud winners. i23l

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X GZQ44 Wd! VVE, THE CLAss OF 1944, being of sound body, but not so sound a mind, do declare this to be our last will and testament. We hereby bequeath our most cherished possessions as follows: To Margie Norton we leave Ioyce Stanton's ability to get up in this world. VVe leave Chuck Hopkins' curly hair to all girls wanting a permanent Permanent. To Barbara Richardson we leave Pat Peter- son's sportmanship and techniques, to go with her athletic prowess. Ieanette Price has always admired Luba Goldberg's eyebrows, so we therefore leave them for her. We leave Corny Heidenreich's and George Myers' combined ability on the drums to Art Krouse. To the choir, so that they will not forget us, we leave the golden voices of Felita Schain and Melissa Engle. NVe leave the well-worn chairs in Dr. Fred- erick's office recently vacated to the sopho- more girls. We leave Al Bingham's headaches as presi- dent of the senior class to his successor. To Herb Lucas we leave Tom Dyer's desire to live. XVe leave Dutch Ball's athletic ability and good humor to his brothers, Pete and George. To Miss Conklin and Miss Wheeling we leave more students with the love and devo- tion for English that Bob Beckett has always carried in his heart. We leave Sandy Bookstein's journalistic ability and his eternal question, Is your as- signment in? to future C and W editors. We leave Arnie Baskin's love and ability of a good long speech to the campaign managers in the coming elections. To Miss Wells we leave a few students brave enough to tackle Latin IV with the ability of Edwina Lucke. We leave the records made by Lenny Iones IZS and Kenny Stephenson to future Student Coun- cil presidents. To brighten any gloomy day we leave the continual antics of Mari- lyn Bates with the con- tinual Iaughter of Betty Gallup. We leave one booth in Eddie's to Keith Hansen. VVhat would it be like if there wasn't a Hansen in Eddie's every day until g o'clock? To the Advanced Dramatic Club we leave Elinor Yaguda's love of the drama. We leave Sue Hoyt's eloquence of speech to Serge Siniapkin but on second thought he really doesn't need it. VVe leave the notorious Friday nights of Narice, Angela, Norma, Ruth, Betty, Anna lane and Betty Lou to the T.N.T.'s of Milne. We leave a pair like Mona Delehant and lane Spatz, Mona who tells it all and Ianie who believes it all, to amuse the crowd. We leave Betty Baskin's friendliness to those who cherish long friends. We leave Paul Distlehurst's and Iack Painc's uproarious laughter to the drill Milne classes. To Dr. Henrickson we leave another boy like Ed Ketler to run the projectors with such a strong arm. To Lois Prescott we leave Ioyce Knapp's bustling efficiency to help with the yearbook and whatever else she takes on. We leave the petitness of Pat Goticr, Inez Warshaw, and Wilma French counteractcd by the ability to be both seen and heard, to the smallest of seventh graders. We leave Bill Baker's mental genius to Chuck Terry. We leave the unusual dignity of Ioanne Scott, Iackie Bovee, and Ruth Porth to the lunch eaters in the cafeteria. We were going to leave lean Figarsky's wit to the underclassmen, but she might like to take it with her. We leave Ianice O'Connell's endurance in holding off the senior boys to Sally Duncan. JP? pafe 72