Woodmere High School - Patches Yearbook (Woodmere, NY)

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THE WAY OF A WAYWARDLY WOODMERE WARD Kindergarten for the class of '44 started in what is now Miss Vanis sewing room, The present biology lab wasiour coat-room and the little place we used to run to so often. When we got to be first graders we went to classes in the current junior high building. By third grade Miss Grossman had hit Patsy Hatry so many times on the top of the head, trying to inspire a musical note, that Patsy had a permanent center part. Fourth grade found us in the Annex - and, oh, so many of us behind the stove. It was here that we had that terrible feud. Well, what could you expect? There was no reason at all why Jolmny Wortman should speak to Peggy Lincoln after she tore up his Junior C-man hat! For fifth grade they packed us off to--the present junior high building again, but in half a year we split up into the 'Tranklin School Crowd and The Girls fand Boysl They Left Behind. Sixth grade took us to the senior-high building and there love smote many of us. Those were the days when we loved ,em and left 'em - every other day! We sang Contemplation,' in four parts. lThe boys sang soprano and the girls sang the lower parts.D We were big-shots then, and every so often we'd blow ourselves to a Bulletin Sixth grade was the time when all the girls were bigger than the boys. Little Bobby Plonsky's shirt-tail was always stick-out. It was such a thrill when the Seniors came in on Class Day. We oohed and uaahedn and said we'd never be Seniors. tlt seems that some took it as a pledgefl Expectantly we went to Junior High School, where they split us up into three LQ. groups. Jackie Neel' used to sing Billy Boyw for Miss Solomon. lEver heard him sing? - Plays a wonderful game of basketball.l This was the year those queer lmicks from Hewlett School arrived. We taught them the language and customs, and now you can hardly tell them from us civilized folk. We were a force to be reckoned with in Pinafore, with Al Postrel Sinatra crooning to Josephine Stouges. The '6Pinafore sailed, but we stayed in port for more doings. In the eighth grade we worked like dogs on t'social projects, and one bright pipsqueak even recited the Declara- tion of Independence. Just in case you have guessed g'who -- what? - oh, you've already guessed it was Steinberg. By this time we were well versed in phrases of loveg fthey were on every basement doorJg and although Beverly hadu't yet appeared, we knew that some day there'd be a love-aiair that would last longer than a week. Ah, gay Woodmere, where we were eighth graders and on top of the world. But on balls roll and often what's on top ends up on 'the bottom, which we very' definitely did when we got into high school. Let it suffice to say that the teachers made a great effort and pushed us from the bottom to the top, each year bei-ng recorded in that wonderful literary annual, Patches, of course. This has been our early history. When we look back over all that fun, now that we're graduating, WE RATHER WISH we weren'tl