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| To
most of our ninth graders Signal Hill is a memory
of sand, decrepit wooden buildings, long walks
between classes, and more sand. |
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those of you who do not share this memory, Signal
Hill is where Glenridge Junior High School was
born and existed for its first half year. It
had been an Army base during second World War.
The barracks, where we held our classes, were
slightly the worse for wear. Our Gym had mostly
sky for a roof. The old theater where we held
our assemblies, became a swimming pool during
our frequent Florida storms. |
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were many distractions at Signal Hill. The planes
roared constantly over head. Often a truck carrying
a missile went zooming by toward a testing ground.
Once the heating plant in one of our buildings
blew up and covered everything with about six
inches of soot. School was dismissed for the
day and students and faculty donned old clothes
and cleaned up the mess. |
| During
a week long spell of freezing weather Signal
Hill students had a vacation because it was
impossible to heat the barracks. We had to make
up the time at the end of the year but it was
wonderful having an unscheduled holiday. |
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person who shares these memories of Glenridge's
beginning will tell you what fun we all had.
We discovered that it doesn't require beautiful
buildings to make a school. Our famous Glenridge
Spirit started out there among the sand spurs
and splinters. It seemed to thrive on the inconveniences
we weathered. |
| Now
Signal Hill is no more. The old buildings have
been demolished and sold for scrap. The land
has been bulldozed and graded - perhaps for
a new subdivision. But this Glenridge landmark
will live on in the minds and hearts of all
of us lucky enough to have started out there. |
| Julie
Baldwin |
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| MRS.
BRIDGES, ninth grade English teacher, told her
classes she likes her themes like a woman's
dress - long enough to cover the subject and
short enough to be interesting. |
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| IF
YOU WANT TO SEE RUSTY DOOLITTLE blush, ask him
to read you his theme on Communities. |
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| SEVERAL
MEMBERS OF OUR GLENRIDGE Family have acquired
baby squirrels. GENE MOONEY'S died of hunger.
But MRS. CRAIG has one named Whisker who is
still doing fine because of the loving care
all the Craigs lavish upon him. |
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| PLEASE
BE KIND TO MR. WILLIAMS. He has just acquired
his first son - an unsettling experience for
both Father and son, we hear. We hope he's a
real buster, Mrs. Williams, and good material
for Glenridge's 1969 football squad. |
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| Anyone
hanging around the Gym last week might have
thought the green men were invading at last.
It was just our football heroes covered with
wet grass which had been cut that day. |
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| MEMBERS
OF THE 1ST PERIOD LATIN CLASS are still wondering
what MAX MORRIS and JIM BALL said to each other
when they had their conversation in Latin. It
went WAY over the classes heads. |
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| EAST
IS EAST AND WEST IS WEST and never the twain
shall meet! The above refers to the Rules regarding
use of lockers on Page 11 of the Student Handbook.
You students had better bring your compasses
if you can't tell east from west because characters
found using lockers during the wrong periods
will be PROSECUTED! |
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| WE'RE
BEGINNING TO THINK SOME OF OUR 7th graders are
recruits from the Light Brigade. Why else would
they CHARGE the way they do? Slow down! Those
hot dogs don't have legs! Some of you fleet-footed
people will be cooling your heels in the Office. |
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| TO
BUTT OR NOT TO BUTT - that is the question.
Of course it is nice to get an early lunch,
but it is also infuriating to find yourself
going backward in the line because some greedy
goat has a friend up ahead. |
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| TURTLE,
TURTLE, WHO SWIPED THE TURTLE from Mr. Vicker's
room? |
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