Riverhead High School - Blue Peconic Yearbook (Riverhead, NY)

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Class History As we entered Riverhead High Scnool in the fall of '36, we looked both admiringly and humbly at those tall sophisticated walking dic- tionaries, the seniors. We observed the peculiar strutting air they affected as they walked, but we did not envy them, for we were too proud and excited. What if we were wearing last year's plaid knickersl What if our hands and feet were two to six sizes larger than the rest of us! Some- where, either in the shiny new notebook, or mingled with our first lipstick, was that precious schedule card which told us when and where to go to get to — now what was it — some erudite course the name of which we could hardly spell, let alone pronounce. Seniors! Of course some day we would belong to the gradu- ating class, but who could think of the future when the present seemed so bright. As is customary, early in the year we elected cur class officers: President, the capable George Patton; Vice President, Norma Burgess; Secretary, Muriel Palmer, and treasurer, William Deme- triou. Then came the gayest, most stupendous event of the year — the Freshman Party. Here we found our timid boys too shy to ask the girls to dance. Perhaps the reason was, though we hesitate to say, they preferred playing with the cakes and lemonade to entertaining the girls. However, those few brave couples who found courage to stand the glare of the spectators, enjoyed dancing to the strains of the then popular Lights Out'' or When My Dream Boat Comes Home'' expertly played by George Demetriou's Orchestra. We had every reason to be proud of our school that year. On the championship football team were Mike McKillop, Walt Hogan, and Tuesday Boardman. We were also extremely proud of our” classmate, Louis Bush whose pitching won us six of the seven baseball games. Speaking of old times — remember the senior play of that year? A spooky murder mystery — The Leavenworth Case. When in June we left for les grandes vacan- ces, we left for all time the Roanoke Avenue Building. Never again would we be compelled to sit in the Gym balcony on rainy days, there to pass the time away with no amusements. Never again would we have to climb those three flights of stairs to arrive breathless at Miss Mac- Gillivrays Algebra class or was it Mr Millers General Science Lab? Willingly we left old R H. S. where we had so dilligently chewed, if not digested, our first bite of higher education. When in September of our Sophomore year we returned “as eager and ambitious as ever,” we saw before us a new R. H. S. standing majes- tically in all its splendor and immensity. We had come back — we thought — adjusted to High School, but here we were lost again in a maze of rooms and corridors. Where was that study hall anyway; where was the library? — By the way, we heard it took one of us two weeks to answer the latter question. We were a green group of Sophomores as we stood in the middle of the hall examining our schedule card or studying our hand made plans of this building. Gone indeed was any veneer we had acquired during our freshman year. Page Ticenty-eight