Sayreville War Memorial High School - Quo Vadis Yearbook (Parlin, NJ)

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• • • • an d now Standing in groups ol twos and threes; impatiently talking of nothing at all; gazing anxiously at a closed door; thus the (lass of 42 began its years in high school. We had attained a new height — f reshmen. Little green animals in a strange pasture (not in our eyes of course). Arguments, friendly fights, girl troubles strengthened a queer bond between two rival groups—Sayreville and South River. Rivals became close friends; odd sights were seen in the dear crowded halls of Old Willett. Such scenes as: Kohler casually walking down the hall alongside of Ernie Neilson (the long and tfie short ol it all); study hall in a constant uproar—lunch period surely—or was it third period study? a tall blonde Parlinite pushing through in the morning (Rye was anxious to be on time); Peaches being dragged into Room 15 l the hair; the dunce seat on the stage in study hall always lilled; Fred Astaire and C linger Rogers doing the honors at dancing class—Certainly. Shirl and Charlie Wade; the 12;50 bus to New Brunswick crowded—with people going to work. I he whole gang literally marched through the entire happy year, then turned, and with a sinking feeling realized it was behind them. A sense ol odd prophecy undermined the feeling ol sadness as the door closed. Coming to our own school was as il we had been given a new clean white page. All the mistakes, grievances, and heartaches were erased from it and we could begin again. I hus we stood again at the door, but this time it opened wide, extending through three years. filled with thoughts and acts that never again will he experienced. I wo classes rattling around in halls that were soon lilled with laughter, friends, and rivals! I ime be- trayed us; our lost friends were only thought of in our spare moments, and they were few and far between. Old friendships were renewed; grammar school acquaintances blossomed; the sophomore class became the “( mug. Home Rooms, the halls, lockers, even the walls buzzed with plans. I hings happened in short order—basketball games and baseball games accompan ie d by volleys of cheers, the A.A. Minstrel given amidst smiles, laughter, and gaiety. W ith the Soph Hop came the ending of a happy year. Happy ? Yes! We soon learned that laughs directed at us could be turned off with a hearty laugh from us. With the Junior year came the realization that the going might be tough, but it was ever our way to try to take things in our stride. Right from a lecture on banging lockers (our chief failing—oh! were not perfect!) to Mid-Year Exams. Hie round ol tests, monthly tests, lailure lists, report OO

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() F 1 9 4 o THOMAS WISNIEWSKI “7 uma Baseball 4. 4: Basketball; 5. 4: Football: V 4. I URtH s scoring on flic gridiron gave liirn All-County fame. I couldn’t Imve done anything with- out the rest of the team. —That is the real I uma whom every one l.i Qtl SI I I I A WKODARC7YK (flee ( luh: 2. Minstrel: T; ( om- mcrtial V Stella insists that every question mnrli she meet , he contorted into a period. She and Edna are very good friends, and Stella's lave of convcr snlion is a perfer t halanco for I .dna S silence FLORENCE WISH BA “Flo Cheerleading: 5. 4; Student Coun- cil; Secretary. Senior Class. One would never suppose that the Mo of cheerleading fame and the Flo of the classroom was the same person. Which Flo is inter- ested in what carper? DOROTHY NEK Do t Dramatics 2. Secretary. 5; Min strel: 2. 3; (. heerleading: 4; Commercial An all-season, all-star student. As well as holding her place on the Honor Roll, she helps hold down the floor with her checrleading. CIIARI I S INK Cfiarlit Mecl lartiial 1 ) rawing B »nd: 2. 3. 4. 7 tarlre is tli - guy xv ho puts the jump in the Band s recti section Ihs abilities «re not confined to musii i'. howr or 1 land 1 tim a draft- ing set and a drawing board nnd he s quite content. ADELINE ZWOI I NSKI Commercial: 2. i. 4: Dancing: 2 : dec I luh: I, V . Minstrel: 2. T: Cheerleading: A 4. Adeline s i hi appearance and many hanges of costume are re- sponsible lor the envious glances ol the Senior girls—and the admir- ing glances of the other half of the class. KIWI III MAYI.R opper Hop came to us late this year. I hs interests are singing (e erv one heard 11 ii ii in the Minstrel and raved), howling (thafs why lie s so husy some nights—setting up pins at the 'l ). and romancing (tlmts where he is the other nights).

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on years cards all led to Exam» . 1 lie Junior En el ish Exam, oh how we groaned! It was three and a hall hours long il it was a minute. Offsetting such inci- dentals as exams were Sports. Football was added to the list. Of course we thought we d have trouble: the boys would look at the cheerleaders! But the set out to prove to the world that they could play football. And they did! I lie baseball team also started to make a name lor Sayreville High and in doing so they put their own names in the hearts of their classmates. Never were there people so proud—down to the smallest Junior who sat in the stands, screaming his lungs out and said. I hat s our Team! Echo- Eites took its staff to the Columbia Scholastic Press Conference and brought home .1 medal o one slept much that night there, the whole trip was an orgv of movies, pln s. laughing, and gardenias. About this time an epidemic ol measles arrived—it was quite the vogue to discover little red dots and be rewarded with two weeks vacation. 1 hen the red-letter day came. Me 2. our liist honor Prom. Weeks were spent on the decorations— the bruises, tired leelings. and the time spent tacking up crepe paper with scotch tape I he canopv ol .1 I lavvaiian carnival was the perfect setting for the girls dressed be» mt i I11I In in a variety of colors, gazing up at handsome escorts in the soft. dim. colored light. l irrn resolutions ol hard work were the product of facing our last year in s hook I he class met. eat h member feeling he was lorcJI v and dignified— the giggles didn I start until the second day. Mornings lound the noble Seniors sweeping down the upstairs hull, but day by day their sweepings became slower. I be Roamers lilled in the space at Room 22 with their bright red jackets; Phi I )ites swooped down the hall, going about 60 m.p.h.. late lor I rig: the Meet ol sec retaries calmly took dictation; under the direc- tion of ( ukc l and Jo M A eagh, our graduated jitterbugs, the Seniors danced through the year; the entire upstairs hall, the property of the Sen- iors. turned into Our Oang Comedy. Serious thoughts pervade the atmosphere as we approach the close of our high sc hool years. December 7 seemed to decide the fate of many of our lives. Our hoys seemed to grow older in some way; our thoughts turned to them fighting lor us. Nurses, defense workers, first-aiders, and home- makers are probable plans ahead lor the future of the girls. Our Future, in huge lett ers. laces us vv i tl a large question mark. An interrogation looms above us that should precede us through the years of our lives: “Whither goest thou? 23