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

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ACCEPTANCE OF RESPONSIBILITY... BUSINESS STAFF Only $2,000 to go. J. DeYoung. J. Wotion, V. Brightly. D. Shover. SPORTS STAFF How mony different woyi ore there to toy ' oo h'? C. Wiljon, G. lebrenx, N. Tomoi, J. Sorten. That others may know, that we shall not forget—we record. Entrusted with the recording of an accurate account of the events which made up our busy and exciting senior year in Wayne, the Embers staff is proud to present to the Senior Class of 1959 and also to our community the product of our work. Many long hours of planning and preparation have been dedicated to the completion of the book which you see before you. In the beginning, we watched our ideas formulate and grow, grow and finally find expression in words and pictures. Gradually, the pieces began to integrate to form the whole picture. At this point we recognized that the long hours at the typewriter, the cups of black coffee and the nerve-wracking deadlines which had become a part of our daily lives had not been in vain. The work and the effort exerted often seemed immeasurable, but the pride and satisfaction gained by having done our best will be remembered far longer than the disappointments and difficulties experienced in the production of Embers 1959. JUDITH DEYOUNG Butinett Manage EUGENE IEBRENZ Spoilt Editor TYPING STAFF Double or lingle »poting? Standing: A. Ellicott. J. Gaelo. Sealed: M. Borlen, B. Lange.

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MATURITY DEVELOPS THROUGH THE LITERARY STAFF But Miss Walsh hoi read thot blurb five times! Standing: A. Curry, G. Mortensen, B. Woroksa, G. den Hollander, E. D'Aurixio, C. Puiio. Soatod: M. West, P. Harper, B. Whitney, B. Kent. ANNE CURRY tiferory Editor PHOTOGRAPHY STAFF We Forgot to schedule our picture! 0. Hallinan, J. Reiter, M. Glatzel. DENNIS HALLINAN Photography Editor ELLEN ESPIE Art Editor Finished, ot lostl Miss Walsh and Miss Ackerman, Advisers. ART STAFF Keep it simple but symbolic. L. Smith, I. Galcher, A, Proctor, E. Espie. Don't blame us, blome her. Judith Wordell, Editor-in-Chief.

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Accompanied by our band and the honking horns of tho early morning commuters, one humid, foggy morning late in September 1955, we marched from the Junior High to the recently built Senior High School. Since the school had been only partially completed, everything and everyone was in a state of confusion, especially the Class of 1959, as we were the freshmen. Ducking scaffolds and low hanging wires and living with the odor of fresh point were the first two lessons we learned that year. We ate our lunch in the incomplete gym, which was our unofficial cafeteria. All this commotion finally came to an end as the school neared the finishing stages. The first activities of our class were the choosing of an adviser and the election of class officers. As adviser, we chose Miss Coporusso, Miss Cap to us, who from then on helped us with every problem which confronted us as a class and individually. The office of president wos bestowed upon Jack Sarsen; vice president, John Pezzuti,- secretary, Judy Wardell; and treasurer, Judi Crowley. Academically, we had our first encounter with Willie Shakespeare when we struggled through As You Like It . Our second wos in the senior year when we read Macbeth , a ploy of a more serious nature. Routine was broken on a brisk autumn day when the student body was driven from the school by the accidental leakage of hydrogen sulfide from the chemistry lob. Although the music of the band took our minds off the cold, we anxiously awaited the time when we could re-enter the warm school. Then came the busy days of the Freshman candy sale when we went from door to door taking orders and later delivering the candy. For many weeks visions of sugar plums danced in our heads. We bid farewell to April at the freshman-sponsored April Showers dance. The music of the Velvet Knights accompanied the festivities as we danced under the pastel umbrellas hung from the ceiling. While the sky outside was star-speckled, a misty air prevailed within. Time passed quickly and before we realized it, graduation practice was upon us. It was a while before everyone knew the songs and marching procedure. The choral speaking group had a trick of their own; gyp-sheets were placed on each other's backs to help them remember their lines. With the date of graduation coming nearer, plans for the -Freshman Prom began to take shape. Miss Cap rushed about, seeing to it that decorations were completed and refreshments ordered. On that special night the crowning of the Queen, Judy Wardell, and the King, Peter Wilkinson, highlighted a wonderful evening. On June 27, together in confusion and heat, we took our last step as a Freshman body-graduation. Listen everyone! Don't lift your hands or moke a sound for any reason during graduation exercises. These words were hard to obey, but we managed to be still for one of the few times in our lives. As we marched from the stage, we suddenly realized that we had become a part of the Senior High School and were no longer just little freshmen . We had our diplomas in one hand and the challenge of the next three years in the other.