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

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Page CHAPTER I - LATE SUMMER ............................................ 9 How Time Flies................................................. 10 Seniors........................................................ 11 CHAPTER H-FALL .................................................... 21 Football ...................................................... 22 Cheerleaders and Hockey ....................................... 23 Year Book Staff................................................ 24 Student Council and Honor Society.............................. 25 Music Festival ................................................ 26 Orchestra and Band............................................. 28 Freshman Chorus and Glee Club ................................. 29 Library Club, Modern Dance and Baton Twirlers.................. 30 CHAPTER III-WINTER ................................................ 31 Juniors ....................................................... 32 Sophomores .................................................... 34 Freshmen ...................................................... 35 Basketball .................................................... 36 Movie Operators and Volley Ball................................ 38 Photography Club and Press Club................................ 39 Dramatic Club ................................................. 40 CHAPTER IV - SPRING ............................................... 41 Softball and Archery........................................... 42 Tennis and Intramural Wrestling................................ 43 Sportsnite .................................................... 44 Faculty ....................................................... 45 Baseball ...................................................... 46 Track ......................................................... 47 Latin Club and Senior Honors................................... 48 Candids ...................................................... 49 Autographs .................................................... 50 Candids ..................................................... 52 Commencement Diary ........................................... 53 Index ......................................................... 54

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Once upon a time, not so long ago, there was a freshman class. This class wasn't the best little freshman class there had been; it chewed gum, ran and made noise in the halls and otherwise plagued the teachers, but everyone hoped that it would grow up to be a fine senior group. Now in the class there were two people, a girl named Forty and a boy named Six. They, we think, were typical of that class. For instance, on the first day. Forty became hopelessly lost. There she was, caught in the rush between second and third period. She knew where she was supposed to go—Social Studies in 211—but with millions of people rushing past and all the noise and confusion, how could she possibly beat the bell? At 10:20 someone sneaked noisily into Miss Remsen's class very much noticed. It was only Forty, five minutes late. But Six found a little excitement, too. After we had been in school a while, a few playful upperclassmen went on a spree. Initiations! (That word strikes terror into the hearts of the neo- phytes.) Six was chosen to be the guinea pig in the experiment, What the Well Dressed Woman Should Base Her Wardrobe On? Result: Eyes bulging and gasping for breath. Six walked down the Freshman Halls in a beautiful pink girdle. Conclusion: No conclusion . . . just the question how in the world did he get into it, and how did he get out? Christmas vacation came and went with its usual last minute rush, chapel programs, presents, and over-stuffed tummies. When we came back, there was a big surprise waiting for us. Miss Baumgardt had broken her ankle skiing and was hobbling around on crutches, very much handicapped. Now, thought we, we can get away with murder. Experience is a great teacher. At any sign of noise, Miss Baumgardt would grip her trusty crutch, aim, and touche she'd have us right where she wanted us.