Rochester High School - Mirage Yearbook (Rochester, PA)

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.i- -'- enioa Glass History - - .. As we don our caps and gowns and sit tensely awaiting the moment when we are to become graduates of R. H. S., our minds go back to the day we entered the first grade and stared wide-eyed at all the new faces, never dreaming that johnny was to be our best friend, and Mary our steady girl. As the years rolled by and our brains began to expand with readin', ritin, and rithmeticn we found ourselves saying good-bye to grade school days. Then came the next step in our education-junior high. This word filled us with excitement as we had no idea of what to expect, except for the terrifying tales told to us by the older lads. The first day we were scared,,' and again the room was filled with new faces. All the new kids were very friendlv and after a few short weeks we had united to become one big happy family. Seventh and eighth grade went very fast with nothing of real significance hap- pening. Then, alas, came the day! We were big freshmen and the kings of jr. high. The year was filled with many social events such as the Christmas formal, chorus concerts, etc. All good things must end as did our reign as kings of junior high. The next and last step for some of us in the vast world of knowledge had at last arrived. The thoughts of algebra, biology and Latin sent cold chills soaring up our spines, but we found it wasn't so bad after all. During the first week Mr. Farley had a nice chat with us to describe our privileges, and told us that certain rules would be enforced by a nice bunch of people called seniors We found them to be very efficient policemen and used them as models for our actions. At pep meetings we cheered and got into the spirit that is so traditional at R. I-I. S. How could we forget our junior year! That's the year we were declared bona- fide members of R. H. S., and many restrictions were lifted from our shoulders. Then there was the magazine sale in which we raised funds for our Prom. I can still hear Miss Miller say, Whoever sells 1 subscription today gets a candy bar. Our Prom was one to be remembered for many a day. It was really great and our banquet was unsurpassable. Last, but far from least, came our senior year. We were now big wheels in the machinery of R. S. Everyone was looking forward with enthusiasm toward senior English, football games, and dances. Our first project was the peanut brittle sale which was very successful. That was followed by the sale of Christmas candy. Before we knew it, the first semester had ended and minstrel practice had begun. Then came the tryouts for the senior class play, the prom, banquet and Oh! my goodness, that's my name being called-it all came back to me. It was commencement and I was about to be presented with my diploma. School days were all over but the memories shall always live close to our hearts. 25