Woodmere High School - Patches Yearbook (Woodmere, NY)

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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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Foreword Happy, sad, tired, and relieved the 66Patches staff is now able to sit down and rest. Happy because we have had a great deal of fun. Sad because our work is complete. Tired because of the last minute rush which probably all 'year book workers will expe- rience, and relieved because our copy is in on time. lt has been only through the efforts of our faculty advisors Mr. Gilmartin and Mr. Otis and other faculty membersg Mr. Isaacs, our job foremang Mr. Kamps, our photographerg and the student body, that the '6Patches Board has been able to compile your book. The substance of our foreword is really only four words-Thanks uloadsw to all. THE EDITOR

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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