Albany Academy - Cue Yearbook (Albany, NY)

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I25TH ANNIVERSARY ISSUE 0 0 0 0 CLASS HISTORY The Class of i938 first saw the light of higher learning in a classroom of that stately old brownstone building then located at the corner of La- fayette and Park Streets on Capitol l-lill. lt was the fall of l9Z6. Mr. Midgley was a sweet young thing in a pink bow tie, Mr. Stetson had no moustache, Mr. Lindsey was hockey coach Chall and the corridors still slept unshaken by the pachydermatous tread of Stephen Webber. Few re- main today of the old guard who can recollect that momentous occasion, but among the elect were and are Atwood, Perkins, Richters, Stein, Steph- ens, Were and Wood. Placed under the charge of Miss Russell we set busily to work learning our number combinations lused now only on the football field and in safe- breakingl as well as the gentler arts of drawing and music a la Miss Swan- tee's pitchpipe. We attempted no oratorios or operatic selections, the ulti- mate thule of our efforts being Postman, Postman , a little jewel long since mercifully forgotten. Then came the summer recess and the first year of our exposure to education was at an end. ln the fall of i927 the little band gathered in the now familiar walls for the next step in its educational progress. Our ranks had been increased by two-a tall, refined, precise youngster by the name of l-lenry Sage and one other who is as well forgotten, Meanwhile we had reached the parting of the ways as Atwood to McLeod became the A Section under Miss Mac- Latchie while Myers to Wood became the B Section still clinging to Miss Russell. That was a memorable year. There was Red Leahy, ridiculed by the whole class for his red hair and great obesity and Winne Druce, the unfor- gettable, who danced about like a jumping-jack. And who could forget the high wall in the yard where we weren't supposed to go lwe were on it more than any other place in the school when we realized we weren't supposed to bei and Stein's gang and Boilingame's gang. Remember the sweep? Wowll lt was in i928 that we were bundled off to the old Deanery at Elk and Swan to spend three eventful years. We were C Class now and just beginning to appreciate our importance. The A Section was placed under Miss Swantee but the B Section went to Miss Mills-remember Miss Mills? -ah-er-and time marched on as Burlingame dropped off and we got Page twenty-five

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0 0 Q 0 THE COMMENCEMENT CUE Classmates: Need l recall to you what must be foremost in the minds and hearts ot all ot you? Our first day at school, our first C-uidon Drill, chapel, games, the Celebration just passed, and many other incidents crowd through our minds like a pageant. Never again will we be called upon to take part in these activities, but the treasury of our memories is tull. l-low swittly the years have passed and brought us to this day with an inward desire to stay here, but an irrepressible urge to go on. For go on we must: We shall step out into an age confused and troubled. But let us never lose sight ot those principles we have learned hereg loyalty, honesty, love ot truth, and service to others. And so, with hearts tull of mingled hope and sadness, we say to the school which we have cherished and will ever cherish, Farewell and God bless you. Page fzveizty-foiir

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0 0 o 0 THE COMMENCEMENT CUE Cohn and the Major to compensate?? lt was also in this year that Tarrill Weaver arrived to give us our first lesson in profanity and Anthony Tar- taglia reigned triumphant, de only guy dat could beat up Walkah Stuartf, Along with the crash of l929, we crashed into B Class to find that Schenectady had sneaked in a foul play on us and dropped joseph Wilde lyou said itll Pearson, Meanwhile Dr. McCormick, still a mysterious deity to be regarded with curious and distant worship by us little guys moved into the apartment next to the B Class room and saturated us each morning with the smell of coffee and bacon. In this same year too, disregarding the depression, came the start of the building fund drive. The cornerstone of the new school was laid as future President Roosevelt spoke and all our spare pennies went into the bank on Miss Swantee's desk. Who could forget the used book sale we had in the office-or the forbidden backstairs-or vaccinations? And later in that same year Mr. l.udlum's historic one round battle wid de Saint Mary's boiys that resulted in Miss jordan frantically paging the police? That year was full of memorable pictures-Loucks playing he was an auto- mobile and the whole class sliding on dishpans down the icy slope into West Albany. But time and the Faculty brought us to the A Class where we found that the class ahead had bequeathed us our Class President and a wild-eyed youngster by the name of l-laley. And then one winter's day, nattily at- tiahed in a bluh sweatah came Bell of Boston with an accent you could cut with a soup knife. Meanwhile our aspirations to graduate into the Upper School had been smashed by the new system as we entered the new building and became the first Sixth C-rade. And this year we were kings. Remember Pull up your socks, Duffy: here's an elastic , and Robin l-lood Creenough and Maid Marian Stein? f C-orsh, fellahs, waren't he cute? l But tempus fugitted and we graduated. We're in the army now was the war cry as we came trooping back next year full-fledged First Formers but meek as little mousies, only to find in our midst his Majesty the Commanding Ceneral of the Cohoes Royal ln- fantry Forces, Richard Edgah Bolton. Think of Mr. l-lahn's picture outlines and Butch Kramer's attempts to break rulers on our skulls-futile effortl -and the Prep News with Wood running against Leach as Editor. ln i934 the Third Form started us upward from the meekness and ob- scurity of our second year in the Upper School, Mr. Webber hove in sight and Mr. Lindsey l now, Wend, you'll do it my wayllll And then the So- Przge twenty-s1'.r