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

have said before us, "I don't want to leave now." Why? Because, well, it may sound childish, but honor bright- 1 love the place! and I breathe a silent prayer of gratitude to those of my preceptors who so earnestly, yet gently prepared me for Life's encounter. These four years will stand out in my journey through life as years of joy and endeavor well worth the period of time spent in Bay Ridge High School. Nancy Campbell After having my eyes examined, my feet tested, the bumps on my head read and my Parent's Consent Blank signed, I was finally admitted into Bay Ridge High School. With all this red tape you would think life would be easy from then on-but no! The hardest subjects known to man were thrown at me until the greatest catastrophe of my young life hit me squarely in the face. Mrs. S. handed me my program card, laughed fiendishly and told me to report to a geometry class. Before going into geometry I was a sweet, sincere and happy child, but after coming out of it (it usually takes anywhere from two to three years to complete this normal one year course) I was a hard, bitter woman and began to measure people as right angles or perpendicular lines. Mathematics wasn't the only pitfall in my school program. In languages I was always terribly confused. In my Spanish class I con– tinually said "Merci beaucoup," and answered in my French class with "De nada." People no longer have to wonder why my language teacherc; have all gone mad. Not only did I have trouble with the mental part of school but the physical part brought its share of torture too. After three years of the lunchroom's blue plate specials, I have developed flat feet, high arches, ow blood pressure shrunken glands, swollen glands-not to mention arteriosclerosis, cephalalgia, invertebratetis, lachrymosesis, xerasia and a good old-fashioned stomach-ache. Long live the life-sustaining pretzels! Teachers are now open books to me . The sudden tests they fling at you are merely whims of their childish hearts. For teachers are only children with innocent hearts and minds. God bless children (with a brick over their heads). But there are the little things we all will miss and love: the Senior term with the Prom uppermost in everyone's mind and least in everyone's pocketbook; exploring the Senior Garden and discovering that there is a bench behind the branches of the weeping willow tree. The dental note you brought in in your senior year which sent your gym. teacher biting on teething rings. 12