Roosevelt High School - Rough Rider Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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refledions . . . Today is graduation day. Every heart is touched with emotion, every mind is alive and thoughtful, wondering what to expect, thinking of what the mean- ing of the past three years has been. A senior stands waiting for the exercises to begin, steeped in the twilight air of the event,,he is moved to on unusual pensiveness. Those three years really hurried by. But they were probably important ones, too. A complex maze of emotions, reactions, developments, they were the last few bricks of our foundation to be laid in place. Now it's all over, the hard work, the ioys, the troubles, and the end is in sight. I've put forth a great deal of effort toward this end. Why? A trip down the aisle, a small piece of parchment, and a handshake of con- gratulations? Congratulations for what? Just what does this mean, what have I gained from these three years of work? Inside the auditorium the band sings a mellow, full-voiced song. Strangely moving, the slow, strident cadence strikes deep. FIRST YEAR . . . recollections of a confused year . . . 5 Faculty and Classroom ...,....... . 6 Sophomores ........ . . 24 SECOND YEAR . . . impressions of an active year . . . 37 Activities and Clubs ............ . 38 Cadets .......... ........ . 50 Sports . . . .... . . 56 Juniors . . . 68 THIRD YEAR . . . memories of a happy year .. . 75 February Graduates ......... . 76 June Graduates ......... . 82 CONCLUSION and so . . . reflections .. . 98 INDEX ................ . . IOO ADVERTISEMENTS .. .. lOl

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t - r L.. . . .recollections of a confused year Q? Z my A whispered quiet falls over the group. ln measured pace the line of seniors advances from the dusky recesses into the light. Even now a graduate reminisces. lt seems iust like yesterday, my first day at Roosevelt. Such a vast, beautiful building, so many people doing so many things, such an automatic routine! It took me a whole year to become accustomed completely to the bustle and order of high school life. The teachers and classes were what really floored me, though. I had thought iunior high was tough! Mountains of homework each night, long, difficult classes every day, fantastically contrived tests- all this occupied every moment of my time. And I had to make a whole new set of friends too, with the sorrowful fareweils at iunior high still fresh in my mind. ln the new environ- ment I was more timid than before, I didn't put myself out to make friends. All boxed up in myself, the problems of strict teachers, new friendships, and an un- familiar school kept my hands full that first year. . . . and we would like to welcome all of you, continues Mrs. Wells, parents, friends, and guests, to this significant occasion . . . Guests are introduced, and a selection by the band is announced. The principal returns to her seat as the bandleader raises his arms for attention. 5