Perth Amboy High School - Reflections / Periscope Yearbook (Perth Amboy, NJ)

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WILL OF THE CLASS OF 1925 'E. the Class of 1925, of the Perth Amboy High School, being of sound mind, at least to all outward appearances, although it seems almost a miracle after we have taken Problems, being ready for Mr. Ramsey to show us the door with a patient, relieved smile, do hereby request the following charges to be carried out. To the faculty we bequeath those little deadly daily record books wherein they placed our marks as a fond(?) remembrance, all the pet names with which we honored them, all traces of our stay in P. A. H. S., and also their seats in Chapel, while we must forfeit ours. To Mr. Ramsey, we bequeath the pleasure of holding the prominent place in Chapel; also the joy of having to rearrange the schedule to suit the students. To him we also leave the memories of our pacemaking and exemplary class, the first to graduate under his principalship. To Miss McCormick we bequeath the memories of arguments we had over graduation points. To Miss Bloomingdale we bequeath the right to smile for other Seniors as she has for us. To Miss McCormick and to Miss Bloomingdale we give that friendly hostility in campaigns. We hope they have classes worthy of the battle. To Mr. Bartlett we bequeath the right to demand a topic which it is impossible to get; also the pleasure of writing five pages of History, with an increase of ten if talking continues. To him also our knowledge that the Real Business of Living lies not only in “Tufts,” but in a pair of scissors and a tube of paste. To Miss Stauffer we bequeath the memory of future actors and actresses whom she has helped to discover, and the right to teach the Golden Rule of Good English. We bequeath to Mrs. Canning the privilege of instructing Freshmen, and of calling them “dear” and “children” (which they are, but are unwilling to admit). To Mr. Chalmers we bequeath a few new Chem texts from which to assign twelve pages, and also the wagon for which we have been waiting. To Miss Oliver the sole right to put anyone out of the Library. We leave her also the empty shelves which are gradually being filled ; a copy of this will, so that the Freshmen may copy our style in their “Will. We give to Miss Jacobsen the problem of discovering which is her best class. To the Athletic Instructors we give the right to agitate for better athletic facilities. To the Juniors we bequeath the right to sample some Senior work on condition that they take and complete their course without a grumble; the right to reign supreme in P. A. H. S. (but don’t overdo it, as it might prove fatal) ; also the dignified position of Senior, but we must also leave them Problems. To the Sophomores, our sister class, we leave a hearty wish that they may be as successful in all they undertake as we have been. To the Freshmen, we bequeath the gym, in which they can receive a good many well-remembered bumps. To those who were in our class in September, 1921, but who have-fallen back, we bequeath another year or two of pleasures, and the privilege of showing the Juniors how to be Seniors. Individually we bequeath the following: I, Regina Larson, bequeath my school spirit to Evelyn Lease.

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High. The results of the election were: President, J. Mandel; Vice-President. W. Brandwein ; Treasurer, A. Schwartz ; Secretary, R. Spitzer. Arrangements for a dance were made but because a few of us misunderstood the meaning of class spirit, the dance that was to be, was not. We soon awakened to our responsibilities as Juniors, however! We had made a resolution. We were going to keep it! We did! M. Palo and E. Falkenstrom again represented us on the girls’ basketball Varsity team, while J. Mandel joined H. Ford in the boys’. T. Fennessy held a prominent position on the baseball Varsity, and we were represented on the football team. Many of the Juniors held offices in the Athletic Council. Dramatic Club, Library Club and Debating Team. B. Jorgensen won the gold medal in the Declamation contest. And so another year passed. September found us, strange to say, not the least bit reluctant to return to school. But why should we be ? We were Seniors !!! Informed by previous Senior classes of the work confronting fourth year students, we started right in. First came class organization, with the result that A. Jochen became President of the Senior Class; J. Stack, Vice-President; L. Walker, Treasurer, and W. Hance, Secretary. R. Encherman later filled the vacancy left by W. Hance, who left school. At one of the first meetings of the class, Commencement Program and Class Ring Committees were appointed. Our rings were to arrive for Christmas. They failed to do so, and the class felt keen disappointment—they had waited so long. Consolation was offered in that the rings were bound to arrive after the Chrstmas holidays. Well, that was something to look forward to anyway. Certainly we were a lucky class! Unlike other Senior classes there was no doubt attached to our trip to Washington. It was no illusion ; it was to be a fact. With this in mind, the Seniors held their bazaar on December 5th. 1924. Again luck favored us, for despite the stormy night our bazaar was not one of the greatest successes, but the greatest success of any affair ever held by the High School students. We actually made nine hundred dollars, a sum far exceeding our goal. Not too many thanks can be given those of the faculty who so willingly gave their time and effort for the success of our bazaar. When the last half rolled round introducing Problems, and Mr. Bartlett informed us that one notebook would be the requirement and not three, we couldn’t but congratulate ourselves in our luck. But—when we were told of special topics and how the notebooks must be prepared—well, we knew there was a catch somewhere. Arrangements for our Washington trip have already been made and the .30th of April is being anxiously awaited. From the enthusiasm shown it surely is going to be an ideal trip. The cast of “Seventeen,” the play to be presented by the Dramatic Club this year, has been chosen and rehearsals are under way. The Seniors are expecting a rip-roaring success. Graduation yet remains. After that we cannot tell. Yet, we are confident that our experiences in P. A. H. S. have equipped us perfectly for the future, that what we have learned is far more valuable than gold. Now that the time has arrived, we hate to leave, but, oh, well! All’s well that ends well. Rose Spitzer.

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I, Margaret Fraser, bequeath my attractiveness to Eloise Larson. I, illiam Haas, bequeath my shyness to Edward Herbert. I, Ruth Shoe, bequeath my “Reducing Records” to anyone who needs them. 1. Edna Widerstrom, bequeath by conquests to Gladys Hulsizer. 1, Helen Ward, bequeath my ability to study to Alton O’Brien. I, Virginia Hoy, bequeath my athletic ability to Inez Rossi. I, Elliot V ilson, bequeath my good looks to Stanley Zellers. I. Pom Fennessy, bequeath my athletic ability to Richard Connelly. I, Abe Goron. bequeath my fondness for bluffing to Gerson Isenberg. Po the School we bequeath our class picture to be hung in the “Hall of Fame” in P. A. H. S. To all. a word of warning regarding hard study and watchfulness of points, so that as Seniors they will not have so much to worry them ; our teachers. May you have as good ones as we had. Lastly, we bequeath everything else we have not mentioned above to whatever heir may wish to claim them. If there be too many to decide upon, let first come be first served. We now rest content, knowing that our executors will carry out these bequests, and that you will not blame us for our tew(?) faults. Should any heir herein mentioned object to the bequests, he shall be summoned to appear before the Board of Education and the Class of 1925 to present his complaints. We hereby appoint as executors of this article any Seniors who lingered on the beloved threshold instead of passing with us. We sign ourselves for the last time as a body, The Class of 1925. ----------o----------- A Poem in Imitation of the First Ten Lines of L’Allegro Hence, happy Hours Of Time and Tide born, In waking with the Sun at early morn, 'Mongst this world of love and flowers. Find out some lonely heart. Where joy has never been And sorrow lives within ; There we find the grief that lies Behind those sad but smiling eyes. From this heart, happy Hours, never depart. Freeda Petersen. Hence, vexing Crossword puzzles, Of dictionaries and professors born Would that your hour had gone Where Dame Fashion sends fads of bygone days Possessor of Man’s time, Most fads are temptations that come and go, But you have lingered so Into every home you have found your way ; Who sent you here we pray? Any place, go anywhere, but please go away. Blanche Jorgensen. -----------o----------- She—“I ought to have taken chicken instead of these eggs.” He—“ ait a few minutes and you might have your chicken.”