Scotch Plains Fanwood High School - Culmen Yearbook (Scotch Plains, NJ)

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FREDERICK JAMES WINSOR Teens for Safe Drivingg Chemistry Clubg Math III. Quietly goes around collecting A's . . . Delaware import . . . crazy 'bout cars . . . pleads fiifth amendment . . . unique personality excee ed only by good looks . . . an active little atom . . . chem and trig . . . that cute little smile . . . Freddy. ROBERT ARTHUR WINTERS KENNETH RAY WINTERS Tall and handsome . . . interested in others . . . sympathetic listener . . . terrific sense of humor . . . appears carefree but has a purpose in life . . . very friendly . . . No comment . . . plays guitar for fun . . . likes football and baseball . . . plans to join the Marine Corps . . . Ken. Student Councilg Senior Executive Boardg Presi- dent junior Classg F anscotiang Footballg Basket- ballg Trackg Fire Warden. Never a moment of quiet or peace . . . football letterman . . . wisecracks . . . The Pines . . . rock 'n' roll . . . weekends at the shore . . . sports . . . thrives on night life . . . I never said a word . . . . . . 'Artf' ifefs yinal star, is Brotherhood? -Edwin Markham Scag . . . college bound MARJORIE ANNE YARN ELL CULMENg Service Clubg Teens for Safe Driv- DONALD WRIGHT ingg Senior Chorus. Trackg Intramurals. How the heck are you? . . . shy-sometimes? , l . . . pretty auburn hair . . . known for her par- Better laf? flwfl HZQQT . . . simply loves pizza ties . . . expert at Echo Lanes . . . Bell Tele- ' devilish 'd'A9P0Sft'0'l - - - film for glfl-S' - - - phone's best customer . . . loves a good steak 9717093 tmk9 f'g with mfs - - - ,alwaygi Teddy ...dependable and willing. . . infectious giggle with U good loke - - - fffendlll d1SP0Sm0n - - - t . ' cooking and Sewing . - . junio, College prankster . . . constantly taclkingn. . . anchors . I - ffMa,g5e. aweigh after graduation . . . Don. 22 -Y 5-3 Q- fiifziw I ar PENN E. WORSHAM Penny -worth a lot more than his title . . . That's too bad . . . carefree . . . timely wise- cracks . . . napping in study hall . . . loyal and sincere . . . will stand by the Yankees ,til the end . . . especially likes girls . . . college bound . . . Penny 67

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0 0 B With a heavy heart I gaze around the now empty- ing auditorium . . . only a couple of clusters of blue and white gowns remain now . . . they are all leav- ing . . . all leaving. In an instant I scan the four years we have spent here at SPF HS . . . and smile within . . . Four years . . . four long years . . . I,ll never forget that year . . . never. Although the Freshman year is cloudy in my memory, I know it was a year of legends and strug- gles . . . Why, we . . . we were the last Freshman class ever to hallow the halls of the old high school on Park Avenue . . . Dribs and drabs of conversa- tion seem to scintillate on my foggy memory . . . Detention . . . What,s detention? . . . Hey, if you get two E's in the last two marking periods, do you fail? . . . What's the scoop?v . . . Which one of us will ever forget the fear in our hearts when we heard, issuing from the lips ,of some Cargantuan senior . . . And if you everjyvalk up those steps, you had better be ready to wash them with a tooth- picky, for was it a toothbrush?7 . . . Which one of us will ever forget our Freshman dance, Springtime '57? . . . Remember the Blinkin, Bee?', . . . Yes, sir, that was a year with jagged edges . . . Then we found ourselves leaving the guidance office with our next year,s subjects selected . . . And sure enough, the Sophomore year was upon us. We descended upon our second school . . . Good grief!! . . . how will we eveif ifind our way around a school this big?,' This was the first state- ment we made upon entering. Some of us were downright positive that there was a certain hall in the school that wins so long the end couldnit be seen. After days of stumbling into classes half an hour late, we became accustomed to the school. There was one place,--however, that no one seemed to have any difficulty beating a path to and that, naturally, was the mess hall Cthis can be taken literally also? . . , We were now a little more ma- turev and, as Sophomores, we were looked up to and admired by all-all Freshmen, that is . . . We often made rather snobbish remarks abput the Phil- istine Freshman class fwhich was obviously smal- ler and a little more uthickv than ours wasl. The extra-curricular program was literally bursting its seams with members of the Sophomore class . . . Out of my reveries I hear, creeping into every pitaplz and Encore corner of my mind . . . What ventilators? Where? . . . Eighth period!! Weill protest it! . . . I gotta study . . . A blue slipv! I wasn,t even supposed to be there yesterday! . . . Boy!! This geometry is tough! . . . As spring rolled around, the Sophomore year culminated in the dance and bang!! the Iunior year hit . . . The junior year is what I would call . . . a fat year. We had passed the stage of gazing at the number over every door . . . and weren,t looked upon as being pariahs by the Seniors, although the front door was still barred at our approach. When caught sprinting down the front hall toward it, we simply replied that we were warming up for the big track meet coming up. No longer did we scorn the Freshmen Cthat was only for Sophomores to do! . . . we realized that they must be coped with . . . Everyone had something to do . . . or someone to see. Because we, the Class of '60, were now com- pletely indoctrinated to the rigors of labs, home- work, and marks, we were able to work on many projects and see many programs without letting our grades slip . . . too much. Before we knew it, we committed Home Sweet Homicidev . . . and Iunior Prom time had rolled around. Our cafeteria was whisked away and replaced by a rose garden in the stars . . . star dust . . . Star Dustl' was our theme . . . The Iunior year was coming to a quick halt . . . With the last assembly came the solemn ceremony of getting our Senior Seatsv . . . with our last assembly came our first opportunity to walk for the first time Qlegally, that is! through the Senior door . . . the first page of the last chapter was opened. Over the summer the lowly juniors fmost of them anywayj metamorphosed into those grand and resplendent creatures, the Seniors. We re- turned to school with the privilege of being able to gloat over those compelled to employ the milkman and scavenger's entrance . . . the Senior year . . . the fickle year . . . happy and sad . . . the year of privileges-the Senior door, two minutes early, and the summonses . . . a year of college applications, setting up jobs, late dates, and parties . . . a most happy year . . . the Father of the Bridev . . . the Banquet . . . the Prom . . . It was hard to believe that our school days would end when we 'first were measured for our com- mencement gowns . . . hard to believe that we would leave the school with some of the most pleasant memories of our lives . . . And now . . . the auditorium is quiet . . . the lights are dimming . . . the last small gathering of blue and white robes has disappeared . . . Outside . . . the horns are shattering my reveries . . . the auditorium is quiet . . . I leave . . . X Q25- 'Claes H ISTQRY Cf-3-it eg? Y ea? Billie