Wayne Valley High School - Embers Yearbook (Wayne, NJ)

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“The time and the trouble they spent helping us J J Standing: Mary Ann McClure, Treasurer; William Bok, Vice President; Ethel Hellermon, Secretary; seated: Philip Cialone, President. The success of our senior year is due mainly to the hard work of our officers. President Philip Cialone spent much time and effort organizing the class and its undertakings. Vice President William Bak ably supported Phil. A good class secretary is a must, and Ethel Hellerman fulfilled this position very well by keeping an accurate record of all class meet- ings. The treasurer’s job is not an easy one, but Mary Ann McClure was always able to balance our books, although at times her task seemed almost impossible. We, at the culmination of our last year in high school, wish to thank our officers for the time and trouble they spent in helping us push through the maze of ,'seniority,,. 29

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“She had the strength and courage to stand by us 28 tradition.” MISS JOAN CARMEN Senior Class Adviser Miss Carmen, amidst her “organized confusion,' was the motivating force behind the Class of '58. At the first class meeting as sophomores, we elected her as our adviser. We have never since regretted our decision. Well-known and deeply appreciated by the senior class, she is as renowned for her willingness to help as for her incomparable torture tests. Miss Carmen has taken pains, made countless sacrifices and given much of her time in endeavoring to make our activities successful. She has been instrumental in organizing class projects and in inaugurating our unprecedented senior privileges. Looking back to the times when our y ishes and behavior left much room for improvement, we wonder how Miss Carmen had strength and courage to stand by us. Now, having survived the ordeal (and overlooking a few failing marks in history!) we have naught but respect for this woman who has kept us solvent and rescued us from folly on so many occasions.

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Class History Once upon a time there were 195 little Indians—half maidens, half braves. Because they had no chief, they held a big pow-wow in September 1954 at which they elected Big Chief Jack Sutliff, Little Chief Tim Barr, Keeper of the Wampum Gail Richmond and Tribe Scribe Anita Riedel. The tribe's first wampum-making project was a magazine drive. The papooses energetically canvassed the reservation and amassed a substantial sum which was placed in the tribal cache. For their industrious project, the Norman Rockwell Freedom Plaque was presented to the Injuns. The first year spent in the Teaching Tepee was one of exploration. The Indians became familiar with Shakespeare through the medium of As You Like It. The hours, at first interminable, soon became enjoyable with the completion of the reading of the play and the viewing of the movie. The memorable hours in Mr. Warren’s Latin classes were strenuous at times, but gave the maidens and braves their first taste of the language classes of the future. The tradition of sponsoring unique tribal dances began with “Destination Moon . The daring souls who ventured a trip into outer space spent an unusually entertaining evening. The atmosphere created was so fascinating that many immediately signed up for a future trip to the moon. As the Christmas spirit prevailed throughout the freshman class, bedlam reigned in all the classrooms in anticipation of the coming Christmas party which was made possible by the enthusiasm of Miss Benedict. The stage served as the dance floor for this first holiday get-together. In the spring the squaws and braves began planning for diversion from the tedious routine of school. Their first excursion brought them to White Man's Territory — New York — to see the spectacular “Cinerama . When a few members of the tribe lost the trail, the buses stopped at Central Park and the rest of the Injuns spent a pleasant lunch hour eating amid shouts, screams, nudging elbows and spilt milk. The adventurous spirit drove them ONWARD . . . this time to Palisades Park. The strong hand and quick eye of Mr. Gifford kept the wayward group in line. Of course, NOBODY went on the roller coaster! Throughout the fun and tears, the yearbook staff managed to compile an accurate account of the Injuns’ freshman year. The last few days of school were interrupted by the frenzied signing of yearbooks. Graduation practice at times seemed a chore, but the end result proved worthwhile. On June 17, 1955, the freshman graduation ceremonies took place at the present junior high school. The humidity and tension of the evening were soon minimized by the feeling of accomplishment derived from the dignity of the ceremonies. The Indians will long remember their “Evening in Paris , the commencement dance that celebrated the transition from junior high to high school. The developing of personalities, the setting of patterns and the making of friends not only led to the development of individuality, but also served as a means of knitting the class more closely together. Two moons after graduation, their sophomore year began with the trek from the old tepee to the new. For months they ducked scaffolds, suffered from lack of heat, endured the smell of paint, and battled the dust storms which raged through the wigwam. At the first council, the Injuns elected Miss Carmen as their Medicine Man. The new tribal officers were Big Chief Tim Barr, Little Chief Paul Baumberger, Keeper of the Wampum Mary Ellen Hallinan and Tribe Scribe Carolee Dodd. Biology was the first major catastrophe ex- 30