Newtown High School - Newtowner Yearbook (Elmhurst, NY)

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Among the folks in History While searching the archives of the library in the old Newtown building, far at the bottom of the desk where you put things for safe keeping and forget where you've put them, I chanced upon these private diaries Koh, so private that I really shouldnit let you read themj of the years 1926-1930. Nov., 1926--I met Mary today. Not especially interesting. Has dimples and nice eyes but giggles all over the place. How I detest silly girls. I think there were nicer ones in the Annex. Over here in the main building everything is strange and the teachers and pupils so different. April, 1927-AS I write, I feel that I'm giving some of myself away. I know I shouldn't feel that way since I hope to write later on. Someone has said, Anything can be made beautiful. So this morning coming to school, I tried it. I found fairies on the hedges playing with the rain and the white serpents spouting smoke over the bridge. Even the bakery smells on Corona Avenue were delicious. There are rumors of choosing a Lantern Staff. If I could only make itl May, 1927-Ugh! but I hate it all :-the seniors shoving you into posts-the delicate aroma of burnt potatoes penetrating the French class-the disdain of the 'Latin teacher-the class pest's air of bravado and the girl in Study Hall, eternally lipsticking and perpetually eradicating it all period. Oct., 1928-My teacher is great-loads of satire and quick brain-not pretty-even plain but in each feature Worlds of character. She waves her right hand upwards and out, pursing her lips when asked trivial questions. Oh, yes, that reminds me, I got the lowest mark in English I've had in a year. Why don't teachers with great brains have great generosity? CPerhaps just for that reason.J Nov., IQ28-JuSt got home! What a day! Nearly worked to death, and then they sing, School Days. Song writers surely are romanticists. Perhaps they never had to correct those awful things cub reporters write. Then, Oh you're the X-Ray editor ? They stare. How wonderful l I tactfully reply, f'Yes, it is. March, 1929-Oh, dear little diary, it was so exciting today. I was standing in the hall and Henry actually came up and talked to me. I was never so surprised in all my life! And then he walked down the hall with me and down to the second Hoor! I was so nervous I didn't hear a word he said. Ooh, but it was exciting and U-AXVN CSee Codej. l 12 l