Albany Academy - Cue Yearbook (Albany, NY)

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nothing to fear. During that plebe year, when Mr. Easton's red hair and Mr. Paul's dictionaries were the only frightening aspects, the then-innocent Ed Lucke and our preacher Bob Jamison joined the throng. The school year passed-punctuated by both Mr. Eastonls and hir. Paul's frequent outbursts. We left both embittered. The second form year was noted mainly for teachers Fred Bowman and Anson B. Moran. lvfr. Bowman was later hired as a double for Governor Dewey and could tap-dance too. As we became freshmen, noisy Harry Boardman, cute Irv Burrows, reliable Bob Clark, and naive Malcolm Riley joined us. We learned about skiing from Mr. Owen, Shakespeare from Mr. Pike, and Mr. Midgley carried on Miss Davcnportls good work. The outlook for the following year was bright, for the societies loomed there. How we dreaded those initiations! We were surprised and delighted to learn from Mr. Brown that there were people less scholarly and of less intellect than we tilliterate Mexicans in Boulder City, Arizonaj. We were alarmed in Chapel one day by Mr. Brown's violent outburst: Either sing it the right way, or Iam through, through I At the end of our fourth form year, both Mr. Brown and Mr. Stetson left. . Then came the fifth form, and Mr. Meislahn took over. Immediately the enrollment jumped. Wfas this a sound increase, or was it inflation? I VVe don't know yet, but those two outcasts from Poker Flat, Bernie Conners and Larry Foley, several out-of-towners, Blubber Wemple, quiet Roger Sheldon, mysterious Harry Southworth Cwe donlt understand him yetj, Chief Peckham, Bluebeard Gold, and unassuming Avery Holzworth descended upon us. Colonel Conners, with the aid of a pair of loaded dice and a roulette wheel, picked sixteen of us to be sergeants two were on our way up in the worldj . And so we were seniors-and a pretty bunch. This year we acquired the Altamont Fox QCharlie Coonsj, Red Brownell, and the affable Earll' Parkhurst. Again Colonel Conners rolled those dice, and sixteen of us became officers in the battalion. Then came our Hrst parade as officers, the dances, the OB. and Scholtzls party, the 847 Club, Bernie's farewell party, the carnival, the competitive drill, the sixth form dance,-and now graduation. The school, shaken at our departure, is still standing fwe have left it for next yearls classj. We have had a good time here, and now we are ready to go out into the world, head held high, chest lifted, and heads reeling,-ready to inflict our various temperaments on the services and colleges of the country. 4'Hold on to your hats- herc comes the class of '45! 442375-

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CLASS lf-lIllSTCOJlRY N a crisp September morning in 1932, ten of the present sixth forrners wandered bewilderedly into lvfiss Greenleafls room. After looking bashfully at each other for some time, they began to play, and soon were throwing sand into each other's eyes and ears like old friends. This motley crew included the socialite two-foot Boynton, that fat little pusher, Cuffy Williams, tall and silent John Kyfiin, un- combed Dick Bacon, the pudgy rascal, Avery Fullerton, the sly lad in the hip boots, Mouse Mardeng the muscular ape, Tony Sporborg, that handsome scoundrel with the cute sm-ile, Chuck Stevens, that slight but durable will-o-the-wisp, Dave Pike, and last but never least, the tiny executive, Fat-Man Morris. That First day was the beginning for a class long to be remembezed at the Academy. We found a practically new building and proceeded to use it roughly during the whole of our thirteen years in the school. And so, from Miss Greanleaf we passed on to the first grade, where under Miss McCormick we were joined by two muscular lads, Tom Proctor,' Gamble and I-lil Greeley. In the next year we met the first of those two frank teachers who expressed their honest opinion of us. Miss Davenport called us the worst second grade she could remember, and that included three years in a steel-mill town. In the third grade, we met Miss Russell and learned spelling, the multiplication table and a lot of other things too. During 1936, we were coached by Miss Swantee and had our first picnic at Bacon's sandy but Hgee, it's niceu Queechy Lake. The next year saw a small boy wander into our midst as Tyler Headley joined the miscreants. That same year Miss Davenport had her second inning, but we were older and much wiser', and managed to escape with only a little of that red stain. We also met Miss Davis that same year and really began to learn history. In the sixth grade we reached the sum- mit of the lower school and were fast becoming uneasy about that frightening word which was whispered behind closed doors only, Drill',. During the reign of Miss Snively and Miss jordan, we were enlarged by the two muscle-boys, Scholtz and Moessinger. That same year, George Ross entered the ranks and distinguished himself by breaking a window and chasing us all madly around with a chair. Detail, attennun-shun! This is the worst Gompany G welve ever seen, rasped the voices of our zealous instructors. We thought we'd never learn the intricacies of rig-ht turn, and they must have been sure of it. After our first year as Upper Schoolmen, Dr. McCormick left, and although disappointed by his de- parture, we remained to witness carefree days under Mr. Stetson and knew we had 44 22 PD

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HUMCOJRES lUlE I1ACON4Shc had Dick worried by constant talk of a Scarborough lover until she made the mistake of showing him to us. Dicque never could comb the Queechy sand from his hair. Always the last to break a tradition, we called him the Conservative . BOARDNIAN-Harry always brightened up those long, lonesome evenings. If we all had the Boardman technique, what couldn't be done? He nearly ran out' of weeping towels this year. BOYNTON-The genial proprietor of the 847 Club never really could stomach the Albany girls after spending the summer with those glamorous lovelies at Madison. Ach spent about half his last weekends in Connecticut and the other half talking about them. Oh, those flowing locks, Ach! BROWNELL- Brownie', came to school with hay-seeds in his hair, but heis gradually losing some of them in the company of our Albany city-slickers. How about some of those corn squeezings, Brownie? BURROWS- Stop throwing those light-bulbs around, Edgar. Burrows stopped eating his lunch early-wonder why? If we didnlt know ulagof' better, we might think he was sleeping. CLARK-The big frog in a little pool. Rumor has it that those stripes were tattooed on his arm. K'Bob would have made a good basketball manager if he had come around more often. CONNERS-The Rabbitl' never did get to know the boys in Company D very well. We said good-bye to Bernie every week for months before he left for the Army. Don't forget to remember us to Mr. X the next time you see him! COONS-How about coming into town tonight? Ture, ture, said the Altamont- Fox, I hope the bus isnit late. Maybe he will stop answering Mr. Holmes' questions by saying L'You got me when he's stumped. Some one always pops up with the answer, I donit want you . FOLEY- Fluff with his open, innocent face fooled a lot of us. His most famous remark seemed to be, She's just out of this world . Please tell me, I won't tell anyone. How are those driving lessons coming, Fred? FULLERTON-Skinner was laziest office-messenger to plague the staff in recent years. f'Where are you going, Ave? fXQ'Zn81.! To shine my shoes, XXQZSL! Colonel. QI-ley Kyff , Hey Bac , Hey you.j They'll make you shine your shoes at West Point, Ave. GAMBLEWQ: What, sir?', A: The sparkplugf' At Long Tom's last party he explained how to use the trap. He looked like a little coonl' when he came back from Florida. GOLD-Bobby and Buck seemed to be carried away by the decorations at the Society Dance. To Bob we leave a razor blade and a book named The Improved Way of Selling Defense Stamps or Two for Twenty-Five? GREELEY-'fGamble,-I mean Greeley, the famous misconception. Hil had Mr. Anthony beat by a mile with his famous good-will talks at the Girls' Academy. We don't understand Hil, but maybe they do. HEADLEY-Sorry our dances bore you, Ty. Guess you couldn,t stand the long distance between Loudonville and Peyster Street, so you had to foresake the wilderness for a more civilized spot. Ty has been in the groove for the last four years. HOLZWORTH- Right shoulder, ohms Ei' Avery bafHed us for two months with his Green- bush accent before our trained interpreter, the jovial Math. man, translated it into English. We never could Hgure out what happened to him that night at Scholtzfs after the Guidon. JAMISON-Always great on humming, der fuehrer could be counted on to brighten up any class with the latest funeral march. Bob never did get to hold that seance we heard so much about. - CC 24 75