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

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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

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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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PERSONALITIES John L. ....... Amiable Charles S. ...................... Bashful Eva W. .... ..... B rilliant Hazel C. .... Charming Ted. G. . . ..... Cheerful Camille .... .... C ultured Mary M. ....... Cynical Natalie . .... Determined Mike A. .. .... Diplomatic Ruth G. ..... Forward Helen M. ....... Flighty Willard . . .Good-natured Frank .. Happy-go-lucky Andrew ..... ........ M editative Robert M. . . . ..... Mischievous Donald S. .. ..... Obliging Milton G. ...Optimistic Dot F. . ..... Popular Anna C. . . .... Pessimistic Ruth C. ..... Retiring Jeanette .... ....... S incere Joe C. .... .... S ophisticated Mary B. ......... Sweet Jean T. ........ Sedate Marge B. . .Ultra-modern Helen T. . . . . . .Unsophisticated -Marion Hains THE JUNIORS ENTERTAIN THE SENIORS The St. Patrick's Day party was a red- letter-day affair. This is the unanimous opinion of the Seniors, who were the guests of the Juniors. The evening was devoted to games and dancing, which everyone enjoy- ed, and later, prizes were awarded to Eva Wenzel, Ruth Gunn and John Lansiedel, while Marion Hare and David Cuyler re- ceived prizes for dancing. The gym was very attractively decorated for the occasion, showing that the Juniors are artistic as well as hospitable. The Seniors take this opportunity for thanking the Junior Class for the delightful time. -Jean Tiffin At an election held on February the twen- tieth, the following ofiicers of the Senior Class were elected: President ...........,.... Willard Meyer Vice President .... ....... H azel Coakley Treasurer ...... .. Theodore Goldman Secretary ..... ....... E va Wenzel FAREWELL' Farewell, our dearest friend of former days, Thy sons and daughters bid thee fond adieu, For we must face The parting of the Ways, Yet memories will linger on of you. Another year has swiftly passed along With pleasues, tasks and duties on its way, Our hearts will ever fill with happy song For Alma Mater, friend of yesterday. Oh! may thy lofty standards honored be By those who spend each day's most pleas- ant hours And glean from labor joys the same as we Within thy mighty portals, Wisdom's bowers. A future brighter far may each one face, Through Wisdom's powers we have all obtained, And may the world be made a fairer place From wisest use of all this knowledge gained. And so, farewell to all we leave behind, May fortune favor you with some kind fate But search fore'er and thou will never find A class that equals that of twenty-eight. --Anna Curtin. We are the class of '28 Of dear old Rye Neck High A finer class could not be found As years go rolling by. We're sorry and we're also sad Because we're leaving you But then again we're really glad To think that we are Through . Our high school days are in the past And now our work begins For fame, career and fortune, too We hope that each one wins! -Margaret Benedum The proposition is unknown. Not learned through the endless and intricate operation of originals. It is plain geometry sought in its natural position Cwith the cover closedj and ordinary haunts fany place but where it should bej in a spirit purely indifferent. I propose to prove to you by drawing a few lines, spoiling a perfectly clean blackboard, and reciting Chinese that Euclid is just an- other book nobody knows. Jeanette Robinson Page N fnatun