Albany Academy - Cue Yearbook (Albany, NY)

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E l93'?CUE Q is old building as members of the Academic Department. Some boys named Edward Eaton and Carl Meyer and Donald Van Olst had joined us and we were quartered at the foot of the stairs in Miss Boyd's and Miss Shute's rooms. The yoyo craze hit its hardest that year and recovery had not been around several corners and was destined to be not around many more. We organized a sleigh ride that winter and those who knew kept trying to make those who didn't to go snipe hunting. All year we were saving our pennies for the building fund and ducking missiles hurled by that Mr. Krogh during his terroristic reign in the Sixth Period. The following year still as First Formers we moved to the New Academy and, while workers were still put- ting finishing touches to the staircases and doorways, we all signed up for Doc Adams' Radio Club, or Mr. l-lahn's Stamp Club, or Mr. l-licks' Astrono- my Club. ln those early months we were rather thrilled as we first tasted the experience of military drill, learning right face and left face iheel of the right, ball of the left or ball of the right and heel of the leftl, but Tom Wheeler was the only one proficient enough to march in the parade that fall. Somehow we managed to get through our first Cuidon and Competitive Drills and on both occasions we were conscious of real excitement. i933 passed quite uneventfully while the class matured to the extent of another year. Mr. Krogh continued to take honors for class bogey man, but, other than the daily forty minute ordeal with him, nothing in particular ever happened, and the Second Form seems to be the low point of the class history. With the arrival of another fall things began to buzz in earnest. Prac- tically everyone was on the swimming team and Tom Wheeler began his climb to hockey fame by starring for the varsity in the Third Form. A strange fellow named Mr. Loomis blew in one day to expose us to a little Latin, but confined his pedagogical pursuits to the relating of his experi- ences as a sailor and to swearing at the class in French. Some of us that year got into a society, some of us didn't. Andrew Rooney and Charles Smith brought glory to themselves the fol- lowing fall by playing varsity football. Our Fourth Form Ceneral lnforma- tion Contest Committee drew criticism for its weird questions, of which one, possibly the weirdest, read, l-low many saxophones are there in Cilen Cray's orchestra? Mr. Colton beat out Mr. Hahn for the information prize and either for that accomplishment or merely as an expression of good will, Mr. Colton was subsequently presented with a valiant white steed lnot alive, of course, it was a whiskey advertiser's modell by his humble Caesar class, led most enthusiastically by the class mascot, Willie Baumet. c Came the Fifth Form with Marshall l-lannock, President, and Douglas Bridge, Student Council representative, once more. As had been anticipated, a certain half or two-thirds of the class were promoted to sergeants and K at :XXL ' 2' l ll l Page twenty-niize X xx 'l X15 C,- M. --ix -.QXMV ,fwsy V Q-.A - Y, ififglsir J, ,,,.s sent -- .ref

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9 9 Q THE 1937 CLASS HISTORY UR class, the class of l937, had its dim beginning back in the dim autumn of l925. Coolidge had been president for a few years, that great rise before the fall, those boom days of ,29 were just starting, and people realized more and more each day that everything would be utopian forever and ever. lt was therefore with a great deal of assurance that our parents some twelve years ago first bundled us off for our first taste of scholastic life at the Albany Academy. 1 Now on the night of Commencement, there are just seven of the original twenty or so of that E Class that have resisted those grim two-fate and the economic depression. Of the Old Cuard only Wheeler, l-lannock, Bedell, Bridge, l-leisler, l-lemstead, and Smith can receive their diplomas with our class. Nevertheless, that September Wednesday in l925 was a significant day for our class as we came together for the first time at that building on the corner of Lafayette and Park Streets-now known as The Old Academy. Quite uneventfully we spent our first several years. Our first memories are of a certain Dicky Niles who used to kiss our Miss Russell good-bye each day. ln those first years we did, of course, learn to ready we learned to write, we eventually became adept in arranging colored pegs to the effect of two plus two are four. On some occasions we were led in calisthenics by some very impressive Sixth Formers, although we were still utterly ignorant of the fact that a Sixth Form even existed. Finally, we were sent up to a little house on Elk Street, there to spend two seasons with the oiled floors and queer staircases of the place. Then quite unexpectedly we found ourselves entering the A Class with a crowd of strangers, boys who soon learned our ways and became an integral part of us. Faint recollections are brought to our minds: the antics of one Tarril Weaver, a movie show by Miss jordan's section for the bene- fit of the New Academy, and an even greater benefit produced by Mrs. Potter's section-that superb drama, Appleseed john with the title role played by one jacob VanAernam. Remember Miss Mills and Miss Marsh and l-lerman Lang? Remember chapel on the stairs and under the piano and how we used to sing about green leaves growing around, around, around about green leaves growing all around? Remember when Wilkins gave Mrs. .1 I Vx .il Potter the mumps? Remember C-rasshopper Creen is a comical chap, he lives on the best of fare ? ll Then, with our life in the Lower school concluded with fitting cere- ,tjjj mony at Commencement exercises in june of l93O, we returned to the WS Ljxjis ll twmmtmitimmftmwm-swf Page twenty-eight Nz, iggf-,f -' C

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X4-Ag! W F 4 if ,fi flgxfx 9 93 0 THE 1937 corporals and on election day the battalion was ready to march at Bleecker Stadium before the football game in which the Academy was subdued 46-O by the l-ligh School. The Dramatic Club play, Adam and Eva, came and was gone, the Cuidon passed in the conventional manner and, flat- tered at being allowed to attend, we appraised the Officers' Dance as the best of the school social events. Paul Cohen easily won the Prize Speaking award for the glory of our class and Wheeler, Hannock, Smith, Wilkins, and others definitely established the athletic worth of the junior Class above that of the Senior group. Clinton Brand acquired the Corporal's Cup, Wheeler, the Sergeant's Medalg and Edward Eaton, the Townsend Medal to bring to a close the Fifth Form year lsave for the matter of college boardsl and herald the beginning of the fuller life to be foundonly in the Sixth Form. Wilkins having been chosen major, captain of football, president of the Sixth Form and the Student Council, what were left of the honors were thrown open to the public. The battalion steadily improved in both ap- pearance and efficiency. For the first time all ranks were filled and the ef- ficient officers with Colonel Donner and Captain Townsend gave promise of a banner year. ln December Paul Cohen fell in love with Anne Morgan and climaxed with a kiss the joint C-irls' Academy-Boys' Academy pro- duction of The Cuckoo's Nest . Finally, Captain Eaton carried off the flags at the Cuidon Drill for Company B, and so elated were Colonel Don- ner and Capt. Townsend with the appearance of the battalion that they both appeared at the Officers' Dance for an exhibition of their ballroom technique. Clarence Thurston Thompson came, and Douglas Manley went, and johnny Wertime came and went, all to add to the confusion of this memorable year. As the banquets passed, as the often-to-be-recalled Cue trip ended with the return to the unstimulating Capital District, as this same Commencement Cue won its fight for existence, the Sixth Form be- came increasingly conscious that their twelve years at the Academy were quickly coming to an end. Competitive drill was not long in coming and the next week on june eighteenth we commenced with due honor. Thus, we, the class of thirty-seven, have passed on. lt has indeed been a memorable year. No one quite dared to simulate the experience of Stalky and the dead cat, but there have been moments: Who, for instance, was the cowardly villain, or if you will, the brilliant jokester, who from the height of some twenty-five feet, with careless abandon dropped a handful of wet towels directly over the unsuspecting person of Mr. Crawford? And who failed to arouse the mirth of Dr. Mc- Cormick with the alarm clock in chapel? And, once and for all, what was the true story of Mr. Midgley's window stick? These questions, my dear readers, remain unanswerable, or, at least, unanswered. lt has been a memo- rable year. 'av Page thirty l L -Wf- tt 5. if . x , kg N- . M. Q C