Walton High School - Periwinkle Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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-l-he l.osl Mile Arrayed in the unaccustomed cap and gown, which, however, lent much grace and poise to nervous and apprehensive graduates, we fell into line, into our assigned places, ready for the walk down the last mile, the last mile of high school and perhaps even the last mile' of edu- cation altogether! For some of us it would be the setting of the sun, and for others the twilight before the dawn 'of a new phase in life, col- lege. And so, with just a few minutes to go before we should leave this happy life far behind us, we shot out the hands of our memories to grasp and hold firmly the experiences of our four eventful years in Walton High School. And the thoughts most closely connected with our last mile, the thoughts nearest and dearest to us, of course, were our remembrances of senior activities. -The whirl and twirl of the Prom with its swishing and rustling of long taffetas and silks were most vivid in our memories, together with an everlasting wonder that we could be so completely different from our usual selves. This wonder was also shared with our eventful Class Night, when we marvelled at the newly discovered talent in our midst. With what realism did they carry us to scenes of gaiety and dancing in romantic and far-away lands! This was certainly a bon voyage. Closely allied to this is the bright splash of red by which we pro- claimed to one and all that we were seniors. And, in our efforts to make all realize our supreme seniority, we bedecked ourselves with extremely grown-up bows, lollypops, and balloons! Such is the intricate complexityand contradiction of the human mind! On the day that we received our Year Books, what exclamations of joy at receiving our books, and what exclamations of horror at seeing our pictures-Oh, yes, we had seen them before--but did we really look like this? Then, further back when we were lower seniors, we cheered up- roariously at the Swimming lvleet. Here we paused to contemplate the very different purpose for which we were, today, to use these same voices. Ah, but were they the same after so many hours of enjoyable practice? We questioned-the enjoyment of the practice. But, re- suming our former train of thought, we remembered presenting to our mothers a review of our athletic activities on Mother and .Daughter Night. After this, we think, our mothers understood the wherefore and whyfore of prematurely aching backs and bones. Thinking of our flittings around the gym reminded us of the capers and gambols of

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OUR SCHOOL LEADERS SENIOR CELEBRITIES

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Puck, who captured our hearts in Midsummer lXlight's Dreamfl Was the choice of this play, which demonstrates the ease with which a human being can become an ass, an aspersion, or an insinuation? But when we thought of the brave showing we made at the inauguration of the Scholarship Circle, our spirits rose. We really could not be so bad, after all. lvly, that certainly was a night of fa-me for many of us! Our dignity and proud bearing while crossing the platform gave rise to many complimentary remarks. lAlas, did someone say we looked like blue- ribbon dogs passing before the judges-Pl And, now as we walked further down the last mile, and all these events became more than ever things of the past, we regretfully realized that seniors are seniors only once. But as our memories drift further into the annals of time, we do not find so much feverish activity as in our senior year. As juniors history merely recorded the issuing of our new magazine, The Fort,'l and the innovation of the polling system for voting.'This brought back memories of the eeny, meeny, miny, mo we used to say to discover for whom we would vote. Then, too, we must not forget the memor- able pageant, ln a Carden, the outstanding feature of which was the group of three damsels who repeatedly sighed, Oh, dear! Oh, oh dear! Oh, dear! -Oh, dear. What cute little juniors we were! But when we were sophomores, what exciting times we hadl The presentation of an original play written by fourth term English stu- dents afforded us a great thrill. lts plot, dealing with what gossips can do, made us question the veracity of all rumors forever after, The thrill we experienced when we first entered our new Walton l-ligh School building, however, surpassed all others. lt was with awe and pride that we gazed about our palatial surroundings, We realized, even on this first visit, that to see from one end of the hall to another, we should need a strong telescope. ln view of our present nonchalance and apparent indifference to all this beauty, it seemed odd to recollect our raptures over the spacious library, the gleaming pool, the enormous gymnasiums, and the modern cafeteria. Naturally, our thoughts now reverted to our old building on l83rd Street. Wei had some good times there. For example, it was there we witnessed the moving and excel- lent play about Goethe given to celebrate the centennial of his death. One can verily say the old order changeth, thought we, as we recol- lected the changing of the name of the Walton Round Table to the Walton Log. But, we wondered a bit wistfully if the old order was not just as satisfactory. Oh, well, often we had occasion to rejoice at such changes, as witness the unusual presentation of a faculty play,