Walton High School - Periwinkle Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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While Washington Waited,'i which we will never, never forget. What great fun it was to view our teachers, Mr. Corbett, Mr. Lazarus, Dr. Siedler, Mr. Dombrow, Mr. Hamm, Mr. C-luck, Mr. l-larte, Mr. Eisentrager, and Mr. Frankel, in the old-fashioned knee breechesl Will we not always remember Mr. Muller singing the negro spiritual? How fair a group of colonial women, Miss Kummerle, Mrs. Fried, and Miss Fagan made! The grace and charm they displayed in their hoop skirts made us wish for a return of those long, long ago days. Our freshman year seemed almost as far back as those colonial days. Such sweet memories! With such naivete did we imagine our- selves the all important people of the school, for after all, were we not the first class of freshmen ever to enter Walton High School? We were, to be sure, and along with us came some new teachers, Miss Algase, Miss Allen, Miss Barry, Miss Bunsick, Miss Fagan, Miss Kassendorf, Mr, Gluck and Mr. Dombrow. And we didn't even realize that they were as green as wel What an opportunity we had lost! And, with a grin, we remembered that it was here we were introduced to CJ. O. dues. Dear, everlasting C. O. dues l-Oh, for the freshness of a fresh- man again! And, now we contrasted this solemn and beautiful ceremony of graduation, this glorified ending of the last mile of a trip we had started our entrance, our first day in Walton High School, when all faces were new faces, and puzzled and shy looks adorned our countenances. Now, these four years after, it is with reluctance that we leave behind us all our happy times and go forth enriched by the experience. All the faces are now friendly and familiar, and yet it is goodby, and we may never meet again, for some of us. We grow a bit sad, but not for long for we know that although these days are intangible, we can keep them with us forever. No one can ever rob us of them, we can never lose four years ago, with the exuberance and expectation of the beginning, or misplace them for we can lock them in our memories and can always call them forth for review, So when each one of us grasped her diploma, her only tangible evidence of having completed the last mile, we joy- ously thought that even though this is the last day we shall spend' together in dear old Walton l-ligh School, we will always cherish and treasure our memories. ANITA DRUCKER ETHEL INTRATOR MIMI LOWENTHAL FLORENCE ROSENBLUM

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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,

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