BEST  TEACHER-MR. MALCOLM  PRINT  SHOP

BEST  COACH-  MANNY  WIENCOURT  AND  AL  KLIEN  -  TIE

GOOD  TEACHERS-  MR. WOLF, MR.MCKEE, MR. C, MR. DAVIS, BILL  BERGMAN, P.LIPSHIN, COACH TAYLOR AND MR.MILLER WAY  BACK  IN  THE  1970`S.

BEST  NEW  TEACHER  I  HERE  IS -  COACH  NICK  DIEDRICH

BEST  CEO- ARNIE  KAMEN

Many of us were transfer students who had to get permits to attend Roosevelt.  Not wanting to go to Tuley which was our district's high school, we had to go through our Aldermen to get permission to go outside of our district.  We had to ride the bus down Kimball Avenue.  The first year of high school, we had to ride the Kedzie Avenue street car as the buses had been taken off of Kimball during the war and had not as yet been put back.  It was a long walk during the winter as girls were not allowed to wear pants (forget about jeans) to school.  Skirts were above the knees and it was very cold.  Finally, the buses were returned to Kimball Avenue and they were always breaking down.  We would come to school late very frequently so we devised a system where we had the bus driver sign a transfer for us which we turned in to Mr. Donald Naden in the lunch room, showing him our excuse for being late.  This was probably the only time we were ever in the lunch room as we ate across the street at Shure's where they had the greatest french fries with gravy you ever tasted.  The original owner was there only for our first year, "Pops" Shure and then Frank and his wife took over after that.  That's where we all learned to smoke.....the haze was so thick in there you could barely see anyone.  Mr. Hacker used to come in occasionally and make a "raid"so the underside of the tables were heavily marked with burnt markings where the cigarettes were hastily put out. It's where I first had my experience with marijuana.....called Mary Jane at that time.....we were really big shots!  When fashion changed and skirts became longer, there was something called a peg, I think....it tapered down and in order to lift your leg up to get on the step of the bus, you had to actually slide the skirt up first or you couldn't do it.  We made lifelong friends who rode with us on those buses who came all the way from Division Street, Humboldt Park, Palmer Square and Logan Square and we all still fondly recall those days just after World War II.....how simple and sweet life was then.    We didn't have a TV until my sophomore year, no air conditioning, no cell phones, computers......how did we exist?

Three of us shared a very slim locker.  We each wore Mouton lamb coats in the winter (which when they got wet from the snow took on a distinctive odor).  It was a comedy act trying to stuff three smelly, bulky furs into that locker!

Mr. Layden was my favorite history teacher. He inspired me to major in history in undergrad. Least favorite was Ms. Bloomster for art. She was mean. I still can't draw or paint.

I initally had brown hair. I dyed it blonde. My mom bought brown hair rinse to dye it back. It turned green and my parents made me go to school with green hair.