Roslyn High School - Harbor Hill Light Yearbook (Roslyn Heights, NY)

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DEIJICATIUN WE, the class of 1938, are honored lo dedicate the HARBOR HILL LIGHT to PERCY VV. BRUCE for his willing service and cheerful nature. Everyhody's friend, Mr. Bruce iS1lI1 integral part of our school life. HILL LIGHT Hr' rr E51

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1938 HARBOR THE HARBUR HILL LIGHT STAFF ROBERT SWIGGETT I.EWIS MORRIS DOROTHY PINE I SHEILA STEPHENS - SYLVIA WOOD I ROBERT IVIEANEY IEAN ANDERSON KATHERINE DOWNINC ELIZABETH CHERITREE JANET MIEEAR SALVATORE DE SANTA CAROLYN MINNERS KENNETH BECK EDWIN HOEMER BENIAMIN ISAAC FREDERICK CASSIDY CALVIN MATTISON ROSE GRELLA CAROLINE ABBONDANDELO MILDRED BASTAK GERTRUDE COTTER RUTH COTTER DOROTHY IZZO HAZEL PETERS MISS RUTH SEWARD Editor-in-chief .flsxixtant Editor Literary Editors Boyx' Sports Editor Girly' Sports Editor Sofia! Editor fllurnni Editor Art Editor: Snapxhol Editor Photographer Businexs Manager Axsistanz Business Manager Xldzfertising Manager Circulation Manager Treamrer Secretaries Literary Advisor MISS CECELIA HAWLEY Art Advisor

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1938 HARBOR FUREWURII -AND THEN CAME THE DAWN!--lt is September of the year nineteen hundred and thirty-four, and through the blackness of our ignorance comes the light of day. The Dark Ages are over, the reawakening has come, we are to be uplifted into the realms of higher learning, we enter high school-through the giant portals into the marble hall, past the two massive, oak doors emblazoned with shining brass plaques, face to face with the huge bronze dedication, and thence into the long corridors-safe from outside tumult, protected from winds and rains by Roslyn's lofty roofs. VVc seniors, looking back to our freshman year, smile and think of that year as childish and unimportant. ln fact, most of us would sum up our first year in high school as simply-oblivion. But seriously considering what few events we do remember of our freshman year, we realize that the little unimportant things were then major events on which our whole life hinged. For instance, how terrible it might have been if, when little freshman Iohnnie tried out for the team, he had failed to secure the cherished position of water boy, and just suppose Mary missed high C on her debut in the Christmas pageant. What disgrace for those who didn't know that X - y : 2, or that Charlemagne was the wife of Aristophanes, and that the bronchial tubes run under the Hudson from the Bronx! Yes, those were the days when we seniors fthen freshmenj couldn't under- stand the hushed atmosphere of the school and the pained expressions on the faces of upperclassmen when certain days in Iune and Ianuary rolled around. Ah! the beauty of innocence. ln our sophomore year, however, after basking in the warmth of family approval and a summer,s sun, we gradually came out of our mental fog. No longer were upperclassmen gods and goddesses, although there were quite a few peachy looking ones among them- but we were doing nicely and time does tell. Our selfconscious attitude was somewhat checked. Now, instead of hugging the upstairs walls, we walked a good two feet from them, and even ventured through the downstairs halls at bold moments. And, though we were still lorded over by our seniors, we in turn had a fresh crop of freshmen to bully and thus were compensated in a way for our discomfort. Following tradition, we duly gave the annual Sophomore Hop, and it being leap year, there was not the usual stag line. No other activity was participated in by the class group. In fact fahemj we believe we were considered the nicest class of the school, but oh! how things may change. Well, that's life for you. E61