Mineola High School - Signet Yearbook (Mineola, NY)

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THE COMING SENIOR CLASS Back row (I. to r.)—Harry Cornwell, Joseph Flesch, Fred Nahn, William Ruckh, John Boles, Raymond Rolfe Fred De Brava, Franklin Somonson, James McLaughlin Front row—Margaret Britton, Anna Thomas, Muriel Brink, Margaret Benedict, Lillian Katz, Elwyna VanAlen Elizabeth Thomas, Alice Moore, Frances Backiel, Laura Pribul, Alfreda Hoffman, Yetta Siegel, Mrs. Clendenny

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ELIZABETH WIENCKO Salutatorian G. A. A. Basket Ball (2) (3) (4) “Polly Lou” Winner of Certificate of Radio Shorthand Contest (4) .Just by looking at Elizabeth you can see that she believes in loyalty. As to brains—well, she has quite a supply! In athletics she holds a place too. She has played on the basket ball team for the last three years. Next year will find her at some secre- tarial school where we knotv she will be successful. SARAH WOODEND G. A. A. Sarah began her successful career in Mineola High School as a Sopho- more. Although absent for part of the third year, in her Senior one she swung into line, showing the proper spirit by taking a sincere interest in the class organization and school act- ivities. In this way, she has easily won the confidence of her friends and classmates. YE SENIOR CLASS Most dignified Best natured Most popular boy Most popidar girl Handsomest The wittiest The brightest Most versatile Best boy athlete William Steidinger Sadie Karpel Herbert Pearson Joan Smith Frank Van Wagner Ruth Downs Howard Dochtermann Bertha Pribul Raymond Rolfe Best girl athlete Freshest Most likely to succeed Most timid Biggest fusser Biggest giggler Most melancholy The best dancer Class dictionary Class clown Class vamp Grace Schaufelberger “Shrimp” Kanavy Isabelle Von Oehsen Sarah Woodend Tillie Ginsberg Irene Stellwagen “Charlie” Pospisil Louis Backiel Elizabeth Wiencko “Butch” Loew Yetta Siegel

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 “ODD CIRCUMSTANCES” Chapter III T’was Spring; but Bob Goodwin had little time to appreciate the beauties of this lovely season. He worked hard at his studies, and hard at the machine shop, but he was very happy. His expenses were small now, and his savings were growing rapidly. Soon he could repay his sister the money that he had borrowed from her. The wedding of his sister, Grace, and his pal, Bud Nelson, was to be just after graduation, and he was sure that he could reimburse his sister by the end of May. Bob’s work was not a “white collar” job, but is paid well. It was not an easy thing for this boy who had led a care-free life in college, to buckle down to steady hours of hard work after his college classes were done; but Bob did it. Having a mechanical twist somewhere at the back of his brain, the work ceased, in time to be mere drudgery. During odd hourss he worked on an idea that came to him in the shop: a labor and time-saving device that he felt sure would bring in some renumeration should he succeed in perfecting it. Bud Nelson kept his word. He made no further protests over Bob Goodwin’s economies. But he regret- ted that Bob would not make any plans for Class Day for a spread, or even to invite a few friends to spend the day. Bob had said he would in- vite his mother and sister only, but Bud discovered that Bob sent three invitations, not two, and rightly guessed that Patricia Lowell (Princess Pat) received the third. It was Ralph, who roomed with George, next to Bud and Bob, who only a week be- fore the great day, stopped Bob in the middle of the campus to say, “Look here, Goodwin, I understand you’re not giving any spread. George and I would be glad, you know, to have you join with us; and anyone you care to bring will be welcome. If we had known before—.” Ralph’s voice was cordial and the friendly words made Bob vaguely uncomfort- able. With hasty thanks he made his escape. Class Day came and went without even that “glimpse” of Patricia that Bob had dimly counted on. But the day wasn’t altogether a failure. It gave the boy real pleasure to see that his mother and sister wore new gowns; and he knew that to them, the day was an event of a lifetime. But his mother was disappointed when he told her he was not coming home. “You see,” he explained carefully, “I’ve got a job. It pays pretty well and may lead to something better.” This last clause he added for its effect, and his mother brightened. “It’s on a newspaper?” “Well, not exactly,” (Bob groaned at the thought of the machine shop where he would spend his summer). “But there’s no knowing what may come of it. Of course, Mother, I’ll run home whenever I get the chance. “It’s a long time since I’ve seen you, sonny.” Bob squeezed her hand. “You look corking, Mother,” he said boyishly, “I like the gown.” She flushed like a girl. “I couldn’t have had it, dear, if you hadn’t been so careful this last year and repaid that money to Grace, Rob- ert—I’ve been thinking that perhaps you wanted to give some sort of spread. I ought to have suggested it, but it’s so long since I’ve been to anything like this that I had for- gotten.” She looked up anxiously, and he replied, “Now, don’t you worry about that. Mother. It’s been a bully day! I wish you and Grace could stay till you’ve seen the best of it. I’m going to take you to the train.”