Rye Neck High School - Scraps Yearbook (Mamaroneck, NY)

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CLASS DICTIONARY Actors-Milton Glatzl, Donald Stevens. Actresses-Mary Borel, Natalie Cooper, Ruth Gunn, Clara Wendel, Eva Wenzel, Camille Houpert. Artists - Margaret Benedum, Dorothy Fitch, Frank Namczy. Baby-Jean Tiffen. Bluffer-Robert Montgomery. Enigmas-Andrew Kauppi, Helen Trues- dell. Flappers-Marge Benedum. Ruth Gunn, Marion Hains, Vera Leppert, Mary Moore. Humorists-Ted Goldmann, Charles S. Silleck, John Landsiedel. Musicians-Almost all of us. Orators-Milton Glatzl, Mary Moore, Wil- iard Meyer, Donald Stevens. Poets-May Coakley, Anna Curtin. Triumvirate-Mike, Ted, Joe. Writers -Mary Borel, May Coakley. Hazel C. Anna F. Curtin, Dorothy Fitch, Violette Martin. -Wenzel, Curtin, Clarke CLASS NIGHT SONGS CDown Southj We leave to-day, Going away, Out to seek success and fame. Teachers look blue, Juniors do too, ' I guess they are sorry that we can't remain. -but Come on along! Join in the song! We'll come back it won't be long We leave to-day, hip, hip, hooray, We're going away to-day. fMy Souvenirs, We'lI sing a song or so Once more before we go We'd like to let you know We're sorry that we're thru'. And, tho' we look so gay, It's our commencement day You know what folks would say If we looked sad and blue. Our banner red and gold Looks fine, so we are told O11r emblem you see here Will guide us thru' each year, And to the Juniors-well We bid a. fond farewell, You see we've sealed our fate The class of '28. -Margaret Benedum OUR BANNER A piece of felt, a little glue, . Suspended by a nail or two. That's all our banner means to you. But Seniors see what all don't see: Our banner means our victory. From toils of school now we are' free! But we are free not just from toils, Now, too, we're free from all school joys, So dear to high school girls and boys. We realize now what we will lack, Shall we be forgotten if we come back To visit at the Blue and Black ? We'll miss the hells and lectures, too- The text books old and lessons new. No more homework now to do! Our old schoolmates we'll seldom see, As life goes on-Yes, we'll be free But I'm not sure we want to be. Its not as joyous as it seems- These aren't the last days of our dreams. So, our banner is not only glue, A little felt, and a nail or two- Now, what does our banner mean to you? -Ruth Clark THE CLASS When we were little Freshies years ago We cared not much for work but liked to Play, ' Except, of course, the ones so studious. We thought how happy we 'would be some day I - 'A When it was time for us to leave this school. Throughout our second year and third one, too, We felt more grown up than we had beforeg Perhaps we spent more time on lessons then So that the end of fourth year high would see Our class including us all graduate. The time is come, but we feel differently. It seems much harder than we thought, to leave, 1 A We'll miss our teachers and our classes, too, Yet now we're here, we know we cannot stay We have to go and leave the place for which A tender feeling lies within us now. Jean Tifhn These last days at Rye Neck High Seem to be passing quickly hy. There is so much for us to do It seems that we will ne'ver be thru' Reviewing Johnson, Milton, Burke V All of which is difficult work. Margaret Bencdum F H Page Seventeen

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CLASS NIGHT PRESIDENT,S ADDRESS It is my privilege to speak this evening in the name of the Senior Class of '28, After four years of work, we have come to the end of our term with the best of feelings towards all. ' .nthough we have not been in close contact with the ,Board of Education, we have felt their presence and interest in our work. They have supplied our needs. We thank them. We also thank Mr. Bellows and the mem- bers of the faculty for their patience, in- dulgence and interest in our welfare during the past four years. Their word and help have been unfailing, and, as a result,'we stand before you, a large and, may I say a fairly successful, class. Our friends and the alumni deserve many thanks for their support of our various ac- tivities open to the public. We have been conscious of their interest and cooperation in all things. It has been a help to us to have had such friends as Rye Neck seems to have. As a parting word, we cannot help but give some advice to those whom we leave behind us. We have been in your places and realize your sentiments and ideas. Let us urge you to consider all things fairly and from all sides. If you have certain theories and principles stand by them, but do not close your ears to well meant, honest criticism. Do not be reluctant to concede to the wishes of your teachers. You probably will find out in the end that they know better and that they will help you if you show willingness to cooperate with them. As you know, the Senior Class is supposed to be an example to the other classes of the school. We do not like to be considered in that light, but since it must be so, We ask you not to take us as we are, but to search out our good qualities and disregard the less favorable ones. In this way the graduat- ing class will be a better class each year. What better wish could we have for you and those who will come after you? -Willard Meyer Maybe now we're glad to leave, Later on we may regret, Statistics show that all do grieve, Who've gone to school and can't forget. CLASS NIGHT The Class Night Program is still in em- bryo, but the usual features will be given in the usual original way. There will be class songs, class poems, the President's address, class will, and the past, present and prop- hesied future of the class. There will also be the address to the underclassmen and their responses. Four years ago a lusty crowd of tots Scrambled through the halls of Rye Neck High. They rightly numbered over sixty-five And thought of naught but fun, Till lo! they waked To find their Sophomore year had just be- gun. Here they worked with zeal but found they still Had time to fool around and slip a class. They soon passed into joyous Junior year And settled down to facts as wise folks do. By that time there were only forty odd And fully 'ware of their own high prestige. Once more they ventured forth to lead the throng Bv now they'd dwindled down to thirty-one Their fame and skill and high import You've witnessed in the class of twenty- eight ! -Mary Moore Friends, Juniors, and so forth-lend me your ears! This is a very serious subject, and it is altogether fitting and proper that you educate yourselves as to the subject matter. We, the honorable, most beloved, highly cherished, and above all the most highly praised Senior Class femphasis on the capital SD are requesting you with the utmost of sincerity to do this institution of learning the greatest possible honor. It is up to you, my dear Juniors, to follow in our footsteps, and see that with the greatest of care you carry on the many beneficial, high- lv-lauded enterprises that we have started. Of course we realize that this will be next to impossible, but Juniors, dear Juniors-as a last request, we beg you. ever on our knees in reverence to our school, only, to give up your frivolous ways and at least try to be as Worthy as your sister class of 28. -Dorothy Fitch Page Sixteen

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THESE LAST DAYS When one reaches the point of graduation and encounters with startling abruptness the significant fact that by far the most im- portant period in his life is ended, it is small wonder that the end of the high school course is looked upon with mixed feelings of joy and sorrow by all those about to go into the world. To those who have grasped the true signi- ficance of their change, who have taken ad- vantage of it and make good, it seems strange to think that school, the never ending, is real- ly about to be finished. It is sad that com- panionships and associations, made in an atmosphere never created elsewhere, which have been pleasant and joyful, shall in most cases, be broken. To those who have not had the foresight or sense to profit and make hay while the sun shines, the graduation from school is greeted as an escape from years of drudgery and toil, which shall as time goes on, change, in the memory to years of joy and happiness, never again to be secured in such full mea- sure. -Donald Stevens THE FRESHMEN Of all the pesky infants- 'Ilhe Freshmen take the cake. They wreck our reputation And only trouble make. They all are noisy little tots And give the school a pain I wish they'd learn to have some sense For really they are vain. They waste each study period And send their notes around But when a teacher takes a peak These freshies make no sound. When all the rest would study These babies cause a row. They spoil our dispositions Oh dear, they're dumb, and how! -Anna F. Curtin Mike-I'll be glad when I get to heaven and get away from all this static! Frank-You won't be any better off, old pal, don't we sing about Many a harp's ec-static sound ? THESE LAST DAYS Yes, we have approached the inevitable end of our school work but it is with sad- ness in our hearts that we say good-bye to dear old Rye Neck. Some, however, may take exception to that statement but if they forget the few instances that they had to stay after school, and revert to the greater number of good times they enjoyed, they too will agree with me. The fact that school is soon to close was brought closer to the attention of the chemis- try pupils only the other day, when we were told to go into the lab and clean up all the apparatus. It was while we were thus en- gaged that someone said, Just think, this is the last time we shall use these things! The last of our school days means more to some of us than to others for there-are some who have been class-mates ever since the first grade. We have plodded along through the years together never losing sight of our determined goal. Now that we are about to leave our school books behind we should take time to remind the Juniors that what has been done others can do. and therefore,'we want to see every Junior in the commencement exercises next year. -Charles Silleck THESE LAST DAYS Once more our thoughts turn to vacation. A few more days of work for us to look for- ward to. But these few days are very prec- ious and not burdensome. They are the last days that we shall be found together, joined in a common class with a united interest. After these last days we separate, never to return as a class under the guidance ofthe good old Blue and' Black. That is why these last days will ever be a sincere and last- ing recollection of our associates. As we go, we pass on to the underclassmen that torch of sincerity, that will bind them to Rye Neck forever, and to make their last days as beautiful and as precious as ours have been. . -Natalie R. Cooper Speech is the mirror of the soul, as a man speaks, so is he. Fortune is not on the side of the faint- hearted. V -Sophocles Page Eighteen