Woodmere High School - Patches Yearbook (Woodmere, NY)

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will, too. Gee, I wish this meeting would end. If only I could walk out, but I donlt dare. Miss Pulvermacher has just asked about her etiquette class. You'd never know she's a teacher. Shels so nice. Why, somebody once saw her standing in the hallg thought she was a pupil, and call-ed, 6'I'Ii ya toots,', to her. She didn't even get angry. My gaze wandered about the room. That's Miss Maas over there. What nerves she must have to remain so cool and competent with the click and whirr of type- writers in her ears all day. She would be the business-man's ideal secretary. Miss ing. In a minutels time the session was ad- journed and I, still unnoticed, made my way to freedom. As I crept past the fore- boding door I saw Mr. Allen talking to Mr. Radtke. I could tell by their expres- sions and gestures that they were discus- sing the mysterious case of Mr. Radtke's lipstick. When he appeared in the cafe- teria with his face smeared with war paint, there was quite a commotion-As he explains it, he had been playing one of the girl,s clarinets and the reed must have been covered with the femaIe's indispens- able cosmetic. Hart is speaking now. I wonder what would happen if by force of habit she called Mr. Allen, '4I..ady ,Iane.', Her Hare for discovering and moulding talent in the Art Department has won that division much prestige. Now, it's Miss Van Der Meid who's speaking. She's asking Mr. Allen for a larger allowance for books in the library because, she explains, the stu- dents are so careless with the books that many of them get lost. That reminds me. I have a book that was due today. At last the meeting showed signs of end- 10 MISS VICKERY MR. RADTKE MR. MCSWEENEY MISS VANDER VOLGEN MISS VINCENT MR. GREGORY Seeing my way clear, I rushed through the halls, never bothering to return my library book, for it was so good to be in the cool outside. Later, I stopped to watch the track meet. When I saw the teachers cheering for the good old blue and white, I was quickly reminded of the faculty- senior game. Only this time, they were cheering for the schooI's team. I'm sure they admit that they had more chance of seeing their hope for victory realized this time, although their fervor was none the less. 1 1 I

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Mr. McSweeney deserves a great deal of praise for he brought a team, composed, for the most part Iexcluding H. Sammisl of short boys, into the finals of the Inter- scholastic tournament. He worked very hard, but I think he was amply rewarded when he saw the fine showing the Blue Jackets made. Mr. Radtke is standing up. He is asking Mr. Allen when he can have another as- sembly program, for he has discovered some new talent. Heis always busy with the band, the glee club, and Pleasure Island. An aroma of something to eat floated through the window. Miss Vander Volgen jumped up. 'tOh, my goodness! Some of my girls are baking a cake. They must have burned something. I have to go and MR. CRUICKSHANK MR. BALTZELL MISS MAAS MISS SCHNEIDER MR. PLANTAMURA MISS HART MR. GILMARTIN MISS PULVERMACHER MISS VAN DER MEID see. Excuse me, pleasef' She hurried out of the room amid many chuckles. That certainly was funny-I haven't seen any- thing quite as amusing since I saw Mr. Gregory, our manual arts teacher, at the facuity-senior basketball game in the cos- tume of the 18th Century. He made his own death weapon-axes with which Miss DuBois and Miss Vickery slew him while cheering Give ,em the axef, For lack of anything better to do, I began to count the squares on Mr. Balt- zell's brown-plaid jacket. A half-back that plays the violin is certainly a rare sight. Mr. Plantamura, the Romeo of the Biology lab., is sitting in front of Mr. Balt- zell. Everybody calls him Mike-when he's not around, and some call him that when he is. Maybe when I'm a senior I 9

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