Woodmere High School - Patches Yearbook (Woodmere, NY)

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THE FACULTY One fine Spring day, I was walking to- ward the library when a noise at the other end of the hall attracted my attention. A horde of teachers came swarming down upon me. Before I could get out of their way, I was sandwiched between Mr. Cmaylo and Mr. Baltzell. I tried to make my escape, but struggle as I would, I was herded into Miss Criswoldis room. Seeing Mr. Baltzell take a seat, I took one just behind him. The din surprised me. Surely these could not be the same teachers who continually reprimand us for whispering. So, teachers are human after all. Suddenly all noise ceased. I craned my neck to see why the room was so still. Mr. Allen had entered and took his seat at the desk and in a stentorious voice said, 'LWill the meeting please come to orderf, A cold wave of horror swept over me. This was a faculty meeting. No student in all Wood- mere history had ever attended one. What was I to do? I decided it would be better to try to remain unnoticed. Mr. Ballzellis broad shoulders offered ample protection from Mr. Allenis eagle eye, but neverthe- less, I was uneasy. The business of the meeting was quickly dispensed with. My discomfort grew less under the hearty hospitality of Mr. Allenis manner. I knew that even if I were discov- ered, nothing drastic would happen. He would understand. The door opened. In walked Mr. Ogden. I had never seen him before, but instinc- tively I knew that it was he. His quiet dignity is a certain sign of a school super- intendent. Donit misunderstand me. I-Ie's not the frightening kind of superintendent MH. OGDEN MH. ALLEN MISS DU BOIS MR. SOUTHARD MISS HASS MISS METZLER 6 --but the soul of geniality. Mr. Ogden longing for his erstwhile duties as princi- pal, had just dropped in to see if the meet- ings were still the same as ever. Mr. Allen announced the sales results of March 28's basketball game between the faculty and the seniors. I had attended it and at the thought of the game almost laughed aloud. How funny it seemed for the teachers to change places with the stu- dents. Why, Miss DuBois in the midst of her numerous duties, found time to walk up and down outside the school. wearing a sandwich sign advertising the game. But then Miss Du Bois never seems too busy to attend to anything, no matter how small. At some time or other, every student has learned how understanding she is. Seated as I was in the corner, I had an E

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I A long delayed tribute has finally come to pass for our beloved uQueen of the Fourth Floor-. t School and community alike respect and revere the name '4Matty. N 1 hi

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nf'-' ff iff? ' ' . ' ' '. 'hly I if , , , '-VA X , . x ,f I 5 :.A ' Q ZA, ' 'I Al MISS CHAI-IAM MII. CNIAYLO NIISS UNDERHILL MISS WILLIAXIS MR. ons Mas. Brzowizu excellent view of the room. As my gaze wandered, I saw some one who looked familiar. For a moment, I couldnlt place him. Ah, then I remembered, Mr. South- ard, the truant officer. HOOHI I hope he doesnit see mef, I thought. I seem to re- member that I wasnit in school last Wed- nesday. But then, 4'Gone With the Wind was a very good picture. After vall, con- sidering the way the ,Iuniors cut school to see plays, I donit see why my going to the movies should matter. I don't think that when lim a Junior Iill cut school. I've heard their English classes are so interest- ing. Miss Haas's room is the gathering place for students of all ages and sizes. Her untiring patience and incomparable assistance in the production of '4Outward Boundw is deeply appreciated by all the third-year-ites. I know what I have to look forward to next year in English. Despite all Miss Metzler can do to brighten the task, the reading of Jacob R-eisis enlight- ening autobiography is heartily hated by all members of her English classes-and she does do a great deal to make English enjoyable. A bright note in the room caught my eyes. It was Mademoiselle Moser, chicly attired in a lipstick red sweater and a gay plaid skirt. Although Miss Moser is a real American, one would never think so to speak to her. She even speaks English with a bit of a French accent. All the language teachers in the school seem to be deeply attached to their chosen subject. live even seen Mrs. Kielty take home a Cicero book to read for pleasure. from what live heard of Cicero, Mrs. Kielty certainly must love Latin! Sometimes in the hall, I notice upper 4-Iassmen in hud- dles saying to one another, Imagine, she reads Latin because she likes it. In Spanish class they really go in for atmos- phere in a big way. As soon as the thres- hold of Seiiora Phillips' classroom is passed English is forgotten and discarded. The uninitiated find it queer to be ad- dressed as senor or senorila. The Spanish Club even went so far as to attempt a satire on Romeo and Juliet, in Spanish. That's ambition for youl My revery was interrupted by the an- nouncement by Miss Criswold that the list of candidates for the honor society would be sent around to the teachers for their approval. I became all ears. Of course I couldnit be elected until next year, but still I was interested. Miss Griswold is just the type of person to head the Asterian Society. Fairness and impartiality are her keynotes. I have heard that she was Mhard to get to know, but when once you did, you yielded your heart to her uncondi- tionally. Her able assistance as nurse at the faculty game was noted and deeply 7