Bay Ridge High School 1945 Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY) - Full Access

"X Class" in third term. What the meaning of the letter "X" was we couldn't accurately establish. Extraordinary, extra, examples (of what?) all entered into the realm of possibility. Our performances in that class proved to more than some wise girls that the appella– tions we had conjured up did not pertain to us! T-trouble, tears, and tea-time studies made up most of our fourth term (plus trips to our Grade Adviser, Mrs. Sarafian). We had now caught on to the fad of losing our trench coats, lunches, and books. We became very fami';ar with the "lost and found," and kept spare nickels in the oddest places just in case our sundry belongings turned up there! Regents reared their ugly heads to some of us that term, but we were to become better acquainted with them later. A few of the girls discovered the "Echo"-Betty Macri was Business Manager, Vivian Lehto and Laura De Angelis were Circula– tion Managers-and discovered also the mental anguish of com– pletely finishing all bus'ness accounts and then finding one lone dime staring up at you from under a mass of written computations! Catherine Wilson was our Grade President again, Johanna Alles, Vivian Lehto, and Alice McKeon were Vice-President, Secretary ano Treasurer respectively. Betty Macri kept us "in the know" as Execu– tive Council member once more. 0-for oh, oh and OH! Our fifth term was really the beginning of our growing and glowing school accomplishments. Arista chose seven of our girls, others entered Staff Class, and still others chose Cicero. How the new Arista members thrilled to the solemnity of the instal– lation, the oh-so-white-ness of their dresses, the beaming faces of their parents-and so it continued every term, more members chosen from our midst and more stirr:ng installations! Those of us in Staff Class also had some added impetus that term. We met a scrump– tious, glib-talking, fast-talking bit of humanity-a thoroughly new type of pedagogue for us! We made that class an unforgettable part of our school careers. How we labored to have her voiced approval-usually given in a very mild, plaintive voice and with a touch of sweetly sobering sarcasm! Out of the heavenly peaceful– ness of that class we were hurled (some of us) into the mental havoc and torture of the Maroon and White Literary Staff. Our first as– signment was an "In Memoriam" issue-imagine the ordeal the staff faced! But they survived that issue as they did the succeed– ing ones-in which the careers of poetess Kay Kremenich, our humorist Marcie Shlansky, and our writer of dramatic "opera" Betty Macri flourished. There was a Latin class that term of some aspiring Ciceronians who laughed at their own shortcomings and comforted their more bewildered comrades "in Cicero." Ruth Larocca's mimicry kept us all in high spirits despite the overhanging 8