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

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'Joreujor cl My goodness, grandma, is that really you? And is that boy grandpa? Where are his glasses? Yes, dear, that is really I, but that was printed a long time ago when grandpa and I were still young. Let's see now . . . We couldn't have been more than seven- teen or eighteen. Oh, grandma! That's not young; that's old! What funny clothes. And look at that! What's that grandma? That's an automobile. We used to drive around in them all the time. We had the grandest times. Look here! That's our football team . . . We won the pennant that year . . . And here are the teachers: chemistry, English, home economics, algebra .. . Here's the school and over there are the underclassmen. Don't he fresh- men look small? My how time flies! You know, dear, this little dog-eared book is one of the few things left of those wonderful years in high school. Unfortunately, there's no way for me to relive them except in memory. This is one of memory's tools. We had this one. Now can you see why we think so much of it? When we were publishing it, we hoped it would serve as such.

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The Blue Peconic of RIVERHEAD HIGH SCHOOL Published by The Senior Class 1946

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M, now (eel(j men j One day we. Forty and Six, fell to reflecting about all the influences that have molded our lives. And it is well that we did this, for we have long enough thoughtlessly and matter-of- factly accepted the sacrifices of time, patience and experience of the many who have so willingly given us their all. So it is to these we dedicate our story: To our churches, their leaders and their members, who have taught and inspired us, To our parents who are so much to us, To our brothers and sisters who have shared our love and devotion, our sorrows and our squabbles. To our teachers who, from kindergarten through the last year of high school, have interested us in our work and en- couraged us to our best efforts. To our principals who have understood our mischievous moods, To doctors and nurses who have brought us comfort and health. To Mac, the corner cop, who remembered all our names and who was never too busy to say, Hello,'' To the building custodians who were ever present when the inevitable bottle of ink splashed on desk and floors. To the office workers, those unsung heroes, who diligently filled out permanent recoids, applications, schedules and reports—and yes, typed and mimeographed midyear tests and final examinations, To those Boards of Education, the results of whose vision are evidenced in our beautiful school. To our classmates and schoolmates whose friendships have gladdened our way. To all of you who have influenced us and become a part of us, we give our thanks.