Albany High School - Thronateeska Yearbook (Albany, GA)

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THE THRONATEESKA Published by the Annual Staff of The Albany High School IQ 20The Thronauvsku Foreword To you, O Reader, do we submit this record of our daily lives. If, by chance, you find a stray laugh tucked away among its pages, we are glacl. If our little world interests or amuses you, we are happy to unfold it to you. Do not seek to uncover great truths nor deep philosophical learning, for we are simple and our lives are simple, and this is our life. So we launch this child of our brain on life’s turbulent sea, asking only of you, from your vast height of knowledge, to be patient and forbearing—for this is ourselves.“That Faculty” -V Name Favorite Expression Ambition Hobby Chief Occupation Motto: as it Seems Miss Mamie Miss Mattie Mr. Tolar Miss Morse “You’re all my pupils.” To achieve thi est for the A. H. S. Shakespeare Helping every do-dy. “Order is the first Law of High School” “It’s in the cata-ogue.” For High School girls to be happy. Neatness. Substituting. “Look for goodness; look for glad-ness.” “Absolutely.’’ To be Archimedes the second. Surprises. Expounding Geometry. “Listen to some; trust none.’’ “Don’t forget to report toi your tar-lies.” To conquer the Gauls. Construction. Flunking innocents. “Per aspera ad as-tra.” Searching for answer books. “To thine own self be true.” Miss Ogburn -i — “There is some mumbling in that corner.’’ To be a gym director. Math. Answering questions. Attention! Mrs. Riley “Fermez le livre.” To go io France. Intercepting notes. Miss Hunter “I’m a Southerner thru and thru.” To be a missionary. . Going to Camilla. Keepitg Soph boys straight. ‘Seek the noblest.” Mr. Gary Not guilty of one.” To be a great inventor. Science. Disci pi ing Fresh-ies. “There is nothing so kingly as kindness.” Miss Pickett “Young ladies am young men.” 'fo be an artist eacher. Silence. Training for citizenship. “Eternal vigilance is the price of success.” T -36 'y The Thromiteeskn - The Thronateeska Page SixThe Thronateeska BONNIE L. HUNTER MRS. GLENN F. RILEY Ptige SevenThe Thronateeska To The A. H. S. We pledge her one and all together, In a brimming cup of emerald and gold. We praise her in fair and stormy weather, And our love for her shall never grow cold. We will be true to her memories ever, And none our fond hearts can dissever, For we will always remain, Loyally the same, As we honor the fame, And drink to the name, Of the A. H. S. forever. N w. High School Song Inspire me, sisters of the sacred well, To sing a High School Song. That by my classmates cherished here viov hp l-pmembered long. A roundelay of happy days. Of friends and teachers true, Of joyous hours together spent. This song I’d sing to you I’d sing of laughter and of tears, Of triumphs and of woes. Hut sorrows soon will be forgot As on through life each goes. Yes onward, ever onward Through sunshine and through shade, Our thoughts will fly to the A. H. S. And tribute dear be paid. For there we sat at Wisdom’s feet, Loved beauty, right and truth, And may these memories ne’er be dimmed Along the road from youth. J. L. W. Page EightThe Throruiteeska Senior Class J. Randall Currell President Dorothy white Vice-President Harold Todd .... Secretary and Treasurer Colors—Purple and White. Flower—White Carnation. Motto:—United we stand; divided we fall. Class Roll Armstrong, Randolph Ball, Fred Blate, Annie Brown, Mary Louise Clark, Landon Cleveland, Bessie Cook, Blanchard Currell, Randall Fouche, Lucile Greenstone, Josie Hall, Hazel Hardy, Hattie Page Ten Lippitt, Mallory McLarty, Vera Moody, Nelle Passmore, Clyde Pinkston, Preston Pryse, Marvin Slappey, Marcia Todd. Harold Tolljert, Susie Walden, Nelle Wallis, Lora White, DorothyTh Throruueesha DOROTHY WHITE. “Dot.” “True as a needle to the pole. Or as a dial to the sun.” Earnest student, skilled musician and Vice-President of the Class of 1920! Dot is all this and more—a happy lovable girl, who has made a splendid record through her four years of High School. Steadily has she captured perfect marks from the faculty, heaped up honors from the members of the Class, and holds the heart and mind “entire of one.” Sponsor Bovs’ Basket Ball Team 1919. Vice-President of Class 1920. Member of Annual Staff. LANDON CLARK. “Just Landon.” “Thy pathway lies among the stars.” His fairy godmother was very generous in endowing him with many varied talents, which like a grateful son he has developed. In Landon we recognize the most gifted member of the class, one who truly appreciates the riches of the world of literature, music and art. Often he has reaped honors for himself and the A. H. S. First Prize District Essay Contest 19IS. First Prize Liberty Bonds Essay Contest 1919. Secretary of the Class 1919. A Hditor-in-Chief of Annual Staff. Pdge Eld en The Thronateeska RANDALL CURRELL. “Fellow Classmates. lend me your ears.” Behold our noble President! While our Nation’s Chief and our State and ( ity Executives are permitted to repeat their administrations but once, Mr Currell has had the honor of Class President thrust upon him through three successive years of High School. Think of it! And estimate RandalPs ability not by his own modesty, but by the measure of our confidence in him. “Though hundreds wait at his command. He serves us all for a’ that.” Cheer leader 1919-20. Manager Athletic Association, Manager Basketball Team 1920. Business Manager Annual Staff. President of Class of 1920. MARCIA SLAPPEY. “A happy thought, a kind word, a good deed. —She has for everyone.” Marcia is especially devoted to Domestic Science. She bears the record of having made a dress, entire from the cutting to the sewing on of the hooks and eyes in one day! Such stick-to-it-ive-ness has made her a model for all Senior girls to follow. And her cooking! It is beyond description. Marcia also pursues the aesthetic as well as the useful arts, and is a pianist of rare skill ami technique. Page Twelve The Thronateeskii PRESTON PINKSTON. “Nappy.” “Come one, come all, this rock sh:.ll fly, From its firm base as soon as I.” Give kings their bauble crowns an l earth’s mighty ones their empty titles. What does Nappy care? He boasts the high honor of being the captain of the champion basketball quintette. Nothing else matters to him by comparison—save perhaps the winning glances of a pair of luminous dark eyes. Captain Basketball Team 1920. President Sophomore Boys 1918. Football 1917-18. Basketball 1919. LORA ALLIS. “Make the best of everything Think the best of everybody, Hope the best for thyself.” A dependable .girl—you always know where to find her—on the right side. Lora leads such a straight road through life she’ll never meet herself coming back. A good student of the Classical Group. She knows how to work and when to play, is everybody’s friend in general and somebody’s in particular. Piige Thirteen The Thmnateeska VERA McLARTY. Thit is the rocst sublime word in the English I-anpua?e." Vera is a mode1 Senior—though we have to confess rat: or an exclusive model. Her lessons have been perfect five days in the week through thirty-six weeks of the school year Ami the only reason there were no more perfect lessons was because there were no more schx ’ days. Familiarly known n the Classical course as th Studious One ' oer real wrrth is appreci ted a'ike by pupils ami teacher.- Vera has terary aiir. that will ead her. perhaj-into the realms of journalism. Uterarv Editor Annual Staff. CLYDE PASSMORE. -Oracle.- " Let knowledge grow from «re When Qj.-e first joined car band n Grammar Ser.vv - »a known a- t Ohi-fashn ne- . Giri ' But since a r so-■ rr. a :-.e A H S. -"r h-- tecowe the ra e of tae C’a '20. Clyde s ar. with a keer. intuition est iafonif t'.. a the . Sr ha' an? no ri a save »» " J faculty. We ad-e Civile bt . for -he ki jc - E !.;’.eran E Am...The Thronateeska i MALLORY LIPP1TT. “Bookie." “Not to know me argues yourself unknown.” Mallory is a happy, carefree la l, fully six feet, two and then some! He is a great athlete, but was “disabled in action" last year. He still boasts, however, that he can lick all three of his big brothers. Bookie likes everybody and everybody likes him. We predict for him fame as a cartoonist, for often in class he has given proof of his skill. Basketball 1919. Baseball 1917, 1918, 1919, 1920. President Athletic Association. Artist Annual Staff. MARY LOUISE BROWN “Brownie." “And lightly w: s her slender nose. Tip-tilted like the petals of a flower." When the 1920 census was taken, Mary Louise added one to the population of the famous little town of Putney. She is a strong advocate of the maxim. "Better late than never," for she never fails to arrive at school between 10 A. M. and two P. M. Her chief occupation is trying to get thin. What, though, she is rather careless about mere lessons? She makes up for it in rare good-fellowship. Sponsor Boys’ Basketball Team. Nonsense Editor Annual Staff. Pcige FifteenThe Thronateeska NELLE WALDEN. “Excelsior.” “Knowledge is the great sun in the firmament.” Nelle first appeared in the A. H. S. firmament in the Sophomore year. Since then she has shone as a brilliant meteor in every field of endeavor. She out Latins the ancient Homans, translating Old Virgil with an ease and accuracy that holds us spell bound in admiration. While in English. History and French, she still continues to shine. MARVIN PHYSE. “Tony.” “Wisdom’s self oft seeks to sweet retired solitude. Where with her best nurse. Contemplation. She plumes her feathers ami lets grow her wings.” The class dreamer! Disturb him not! Marvin sits among his fellows wrapped in a maze of thought, and whether building “Castles in Spain” or merely bridging over the chasm between 8:30 and 2, he remains immune from any distraction from his own deep reflections. Yet he manages in some mysterious way not only to absorb the printed pages but to cage every stray bit of information let loose by the teachers. And in athletics he’s alive! Basketball 1920. Football 1920. Athletic Editor Annual Start. Baseball 1920. Page SixteenThe Thronateeska HAZEL HALL. “Her voice was ever gentle, soft and low. An excellent tiling in woman." A pretty well-rounded student, a very likable girl, and one of our best anti only Senior representative on the Girls Basketball Team. Hazel is independent, loves fun anti is a general favorite. Her motto is, “Semper Paratus” anti daily does she give a good account of herself in the Classical Course. We predict for her a successful career. Girls Basketball Team. 1920. FRED BALL. “Aught that is worth doing at all worth doing well ' Ladies anti gentlemen, behold in Fred an invincible member of the Old Guard, who has advanced steadily through the seven years of Grammar School anti four years of High School, aiways marching breast forward. Fred was never known to turn his back—except to turn away from the feminine members ol the class. But the best is hard to attain, anti the girls still hope to catch Mr. Bali. Basketball, 1920. Assistant Manage.- Annual Staff. Manager Baseball Team, 1920. Page Seventeen The Thronateeska SUSIE TOLBERT. “Speech is silver; silence is golden.” One of the seven wonders of the Senior Class, a girl who will not talk! Just try to imagine a High School girl who never, never said a foolish thing—Well, there you have Susie She has an excellent mechan-. ism, working away in her little bknde cranium, but how we wish sometimes that she would forget her timidity ami enter into the sportive moods of the majority. NELLIE MOODY. “Dark were her eyes, yet how softly they glcN . Beneath the dark shades of her tresses.” This member of the Class of Twenty gave up her earl love foi the Dawson High School to give her heart ami hand to the dear old A. H. S. And there are rumors-that-er-but that’s another story! Nellie’s a good student, tactful and unselfish, an all round representative of the best class on earth. Page EighteenThe Thronateeska BLANCHARD COOK. “Blanche." “ Tis the song; ye sin and the smile ye wear, That’s a making- the sunshine everywhere.” Blanchard proves to us that cheerfulness and kindness of heart are the real beau-tifiers. Her affection is sadly divided, however, between ancient history and solid geometry and we have been unable to decide toward which she has the greater devotion (?). Why worry about? When her nimble fingers are flying over the ivories and her sweet voice charms us, all else is forgotten. BESS IK CLEVELAND. “Good Girl.” “Tis not in mortals to command success. But we’ll do more, classmates, we’ll deserve it.” Three years ago our Bessie hailed in Sophomore class from the good state of Alabama and the A. H. S. has been richer since she came. She is a conscientious student in the classical course and one of the finest girls in the High School, loved by the members of the class and claiming a place in the heart of the faculty. Page NineteenThe Throna tecs kci ANNIE HI.ATE. “Angelica.” “Let me live as long as I am happy.” Annie ami her best friend Josie have been known as the “Inseparables ' for the amusement of the students since their first year in High School, when high carnival was held in the freshman class (usually in the absence of the teachers) and Annie was organ grinder and Josie was the monkey. Though the childhood friendship still survives, gone are all those frivolities, and now we see earnest Miss Blate. a dignified senior in the scientific course of the A. H. S. JOSIE GREENSTONE. “Joyce.” “Let me be happy as long as I live.” The other of the Inseparables. Josie has a nature full of sunshine and a heart full of kindness. She is a good student in the literary field and also excels in Domestic Arts. She is an A-l pupil in physics class and will receive a diploma in the scientific course. Page Twenty The Thronateeska HATTIE HARDY. “Baby.” “Infinite riches in a little room." Our class Baby! Demure anti dainty— fairy stature—raven hair ami violet eyes —isn’t she the cunningest one? Little Hattie with her winning way and artless air finds goodness and gladness in everyone, in everything, everywhere. Sponsor Boys’ Basketball team 1919. Nonsense Editor Annual Staff. RANDOLPH ARMSTRONG. “Higher still and higher! The blue deep thou wingest.” Fair of feature, strong of limb and clean of heart. Classical student, first class athlete and a favorite with the girls. What more can a mere boy desire? Yet Randolph has developed a soaring ambition of late and since the advent of passengercarrying aeroplanes in cur town, he is happy only in the high places, where he looks serenely down on the earth ami earthly things, such as Math, I,atin and the barbarous multitude. Basketball 1920. Page Twenty-oneThe Thrnru iteeska HAROLD TODD. “Chicago.” “He was a man, take him all in all, We shall not look upon his like again." On September 17th, 1919, a favorable wind blew Chicago Todd safe into the port of the Albany High School. Though he found some difficulty at first in becoming securely anchored, once ashore, Harold has either eaten of the lotus or succumbed to the magic spell of South Georgia; for home ami friends forgot, he is a “Cracker” through and through—Yankee accent and all. Rest all round athlete of the A. H. S. Captain Football 1920. Basketbull, 1920. Baseball, 1920. Secretary and Treasurer Senior Class, 1920. LUCILE FOUCHE. “Ah, why should life all labor be?” Another rural maid, who, in her Junior year, journeyed down from Leesburg and was welcomed to “The City.” So great was Mademoiselle Fouche’s capacity for civilization (?) that she has adopted a truly cosmopolitan air, is as Frenchy as she looks, and her little head is crowned with the most elaborate coiffure in the grade— a popular model, which many have tried in vain to duplicate. But we will not hold it against you, Lucile! Page Twenty'twoThe Evolution of a Senior The Thronateeska (A pantomine in a Prologue and One Act.) Time: 1016-1920. Place: Albany, Georgia. Settings designed and executed b the Brosnan Studios; stage direction R. E. Brooks, M. I.. Brosnan and staff. Prologue The orchestra plays a slow, halting melody and supports the cellos wailing in an eager, sorrowful way. The curtain slowly rises, disclosing a stage dimly lighted. Thru the gloom a large building with tell columns is visible, and, leading up to the doorway is a long flight of steps. Near the top a small figure climbs wearily upward, pulling its load of books by a great effort up another step. At last it gains the top, pauses as though reluctant to enter, then timidly knocks. The massive doors swing wide, and amid much shouting the shrinking figure creeps in. Great noise off stage, then all is omniouslv still. (Orchestra cue: “There’ll He a Hot Time in the Old Town Tonight.” CURTAIN. ACT 1. SCENE 1. The curtain rises on a drab, cheerless room. Desks are arranged stiffly in rows, and above each peeps a small, round head glistening in its baldness. All eyes are studiously bent on books as though dreading to raise them to the center desk, where Grim Authority reigns. On the blackboard in front mysterious symbols of X, Y and Z’s are omniously displayed, and in one corner hangs a map of an unknown land, labeled “Gallia.” The orchestra continues its droning air, accompanied occasionally by a chorus of sighs escaping from the craven bald heads. Sometimes under the two keen eyes of Authority a veritable epidemic of squirming attacks the little lean bodies, and visions of faraway two o’clock flash through each surfeited Freshman brain. SCENE 2. The setting is less somber than before with even a daring hint of color splashed here and there. The heads now easily visible above the well carved desks are fewer in number but crowned with luxuriant pompadours. An occasional smile lurks behind the open books or the subdued crescendo of a giggle rises with the laughter of the violins. One might even dare to disregard the books and dream in the sunshine struggling thru the windows, but there still dominating the whole. Authority stands. The heads seem to rise higher, however, and assume confidence with the music, which as the curtain falls, sweeps into a bold swinging rythm. Page Twenty-threeThe Throruiteeska SCENE 3 Te stage is sufl'used this time with a golden light and the l!ass Tulier blares forth its greeting. In troop the actors of the other two scenes. Rut Oh how changed! No longer hesitating and dittident, they are bold, irresponsible Juniors. Amid the throng Authority seems to have grown smaller and her robe has become nearer the color of the background, where she remains during most of the scene. The books are once more brought forth but disappear for quite a time, when Authority completely retires and revelry reigns supreme. SCENE 4. Last scene of all which ends the strange, eventful history. The rising curtain reveals a brilliant room, no longer sober or subdued but with a vivid frieze of peacocks encircling its walls. Twenty-four young persons stand in proud array, bearing slight resemblance to the litt'e Freshies, Sophs and Juniors of other days, but again they are under the chaperonage of Authority. An air of eager anticipation pervades all for the climax is at hand. At last there appears upon the scene, not a genie with the magic wand of childhood lore, but a man bearing twenty-four white paper cylinders encircled with green and gold. Each smiling Senior receives one and, holding it proudly on high, passes from the stage while the orchestra plays, “Hail the Conquering Hero Comes.” —Landon G. Clark. ’T was in the good year 1916, 11 ere to the A. H. S. E nthusiastic Freshmen, we came to do our best. C onfident of youth's great power. L ittle we recked the dark clouds lower, A 11 knowledge was ours, and we daily grew, S ophomores at last we came through, S o happy and proud of our conquering crew. O n through the next year, full studious were we, F or jolly Juniors all of us determined to be. T hen it mattered little that the way was long and hard, VV e would onward ever onward, and'nothing could retard, E nough is said, for now, envied Seniors we stand. N earer speeds the day when with diplomas in hand, T wenty-four of us set out for life’s distant goal, Y earning at times perhaps, for High School days of old. —R. C. Page Tuentv ourThe Thronateeska Entre Nous (La Classe 1920) Randolph Armstrong.—Les petits ruisseaux font les grandes rivieres. Josye Greenstone— I „ .. , . Annie Blate f On connalt ses am|s au besom. Fred Ball.—Un homme au regard tiniide. Mary Louise Brown.—Mieux vaut tard que jamais. Blanchard Cook.—Rira bien, qui rira le dernier. Landon Clark.—II n’est pile eau que l’eau qui dort. Bessie Cleveland.—A l’ceuvre on connait i’artisan. Randall Currell.—La parole a ete donnee a 1’homme pour deguiser sa pensee. Hattie Hardy.—La voir, e’est l’aimer. Hazel Hall.—Petite pluie abat grande vent. Vera McLarty.—Qui m’aime, aime mon chat. Nellie Moody.—Elle est aimee de tout le monde. Clyde Passmore.—Mieux vaut sagesse que richesse. Nappy Pinkston.—Chien qui aboie ne mord pas. Marvin Pryse.—A bon entendeur salut. Marcia Slappey.—A qui veut, rien n’est impossible. Susie Tolbert.—La parole est d’argent. le silence est d’or. Nell Walden.—Un point fait a temps en epargne cent. “Dot” White.—'Tourjours pret. Lora Wallis.—II vaut mieux lire que de pleurer. La Classe.—Chacun pour soi, et Dieu pour tous. Marcia Slappev, Hazel Hall, I,ora Wallis. Class Prophecy Out of the urn the genie rose. With turbaned head and crooked nose. Him, weak with fear and trembling 1 addressed. Wondering what words would suit him best. Eagerly questioned, to my great surprise, He scornfully gave me these replies: Thou, with thy curious air and ugly face. Thou with angular body, and lacking grace, To thee from foreign lands o’er distant seas, I come to make strange prophecies. Twelve years have sped in peace and plenty. For the members of the Class of 1920. Randall, your president, who politics did woo. Becomes a memlier of Congress in 1932. Gay gallants throng the train of bright eyed “Dot”, Many seek iher hand in vain and can forget her not. Page Twenty-fiveThe Thronateeska Little soft-voiced Susie, is metamorphosed quite, For woman’s equal suffrage, she argues day and night. While Lucile, once aspiring to a thrilling movie life. Has found her heart’s desire, as a country teacher’s wife. And now no longer dreaming, to your very great surprise, Greet this hustling city editor, young Mr. Marvin Pr.vse. Huge Preston wins the race as a successful business man. Just by toiling steadily to earn whate’er he can. Blanchard's mellow voice, musical as a flute. Made her a famous opera star, of beauty apd repute, While Vera’s ambition took a literary aim. And as a leading journalist, she won success and fame. In heartless fashion, Marcia, threw over a good preacher. To join the ‘High School Fac’. as domestic science teacher. And brown-eyed Nell no longer is “Moody” as of old, For she is mistress?, do you need to be told? President of a woman’s college, we find our other Nelle, Stressing the old Latin classics, which she loved so well. Mary Louise and Hattie, social belles of greatest charm, Have found heart’s ease and sweet content, in life upon the farm. Chicago Todd, a planter, in a cotton field now hoes, And seldom dreams of fashion’s fads, and city bought clothes. Deep in scientific researches, we greet Miss Annie Blate, Though what she has discovered, is not revealed by fate. Josie in Red Cross uniform, a trained nurse is she, Among the sick and weary, distributing “sweet meici.” Fair fortune smiles on Randolph, Bessie and Hazel Hall, Wealth, friends, love and happiness, they seem to have them all. Bookie Lippitt, great cartoonist, draws in his studio, His world famous series, entitled, ’Math from the schools must go.’ Dealing justice in the court house, sits dignified Judge Ball, Lawyer Clark’s pleas attending, but that is not all, Fred’s wife at home, a blue eyed, golden haired lass, Was the one love of his boyhood, and the last member of the class The genie waved his magic wand, while making a quaint bow, And muttered, “Farewell, my tale is ended now.” Oh, No!, 1 cried, “you have foretold only twenty-three, 1 pray you Wizard or Prophet, what will become of me?” Thou with the curious air and ugly face. Thou with awkward body, and lacking grace, I would some power the gift to gie ye. To see yourself as others see ye. His urn had disappeared ere I was aware, And the genie vanished into the air. —Clyde Passmore. Page Twenty-sixThe Thnmateeska Senior Aspirations Annie Blate aspires always to have some fun, Vera McLarty in the class to rank A-l. Lucile desires much attention to attract, Marcia Slappey to be a seamstress on the “Fac.” Blanchard Cook longs like an opera queen to sing:, And Nellie Moody to be the first to wear a wedding: ring. Hattie Hardy resolves to keep them always guessing. And Susie Tolbert never to a fault confessing. Nellie Walden wonders how all the teachers she can please, And “Dot” White delights poor Preston to tease. Bessie Cleveland aspires to keep every single rule, Clyde Passmore to be the oracle of the school. Hazel’s ambitious to shoot goal in basket ball And Mary Louise Brown to be the cutest one of all. Lora tries always to be everybody’s friend And “yours truly” Josie to get a diploma in the end. Opportunity The hot summer day was drawing to a close. The street lamps one by one were lighted: the squalid little shops began to prepare for their evening trade; a hurdy-gurdy’s weary wheezing mingled with the jabber of the crowd, which rose, in a dozen tongues between the close windings of the narrow street. The heat rose in sickening waves from the filthy pavement. And through the maze of carts at the curb Meta Levin pushed her tray of cheap laces and trinkets. It had been a hard day and she felt tired and worn. She had sold little and the cobble stones were as hot coals to her poorly shod old feet. But she had stood there all day silently offering her wares to the passers-by, and none of them had noticed or cared how ill she looked or how desperately she needed the money. But she did not- mind, she told herself, for she must be brave for her Sam’s sake. Onward she stumbled, pushing her cart before her. She was late tonight and must hurry. Sam would be at home before her. She always liked to be there when he came, for her Sam was a fine boy. Some day he would be a great man. She must hurry! Through one closely-packed, evil smelling street after another she pushed her way. At last she entered the doorway of her owm dingy court, deposited the cart in the basement and began the exhausting climb to her little rooms. For eight years now she had climbed these stairs after her day in the streets. Here she had found refuge for herself and her little boy when' her husband had been held at the Island. They had said that he Was an undesirable alien, a consumptive, and had sent him back to Russia. She had hoped he w ould soon be well enough to join her and their son, but she never heard of him again. She recalled with a shudder the dull pain of Page Twenty-sevenThe Throiuitceska those first years in a strange land, but now it was different. She had her Sam and he was going to do big things. The thought quickened her steps. Perhaps he was there now. Anxiously she tried the door. Ah! he had not come. Without pausing, she began the preparation of the evening meal. lie might be in at any minute now and then she would know. Hut she was sure of her Sam; he would astonish those doctors. Surely she heard him. Me was taking the steps two at a bound but his mother met him at the door, her wrinkled old face fairly radiant. "Yes, my Sam, you have won! You will enter the medical college. Is it not true, what my heart tells me?” “Oh, mother, you know everything! The scholarship is mine, I shall enter. And Oh, how 1 shall work! I shall show them what I can do.” “Yes, you will show them. You will cure many poor people, like your father; he never had a chance." “You are right, mother. Some other boy’s father shall have a chance. But to think this opportunity should come to me! It never could have happened in Russia.” “No Sam, it never could have happened in Russia. Your father was right in bringing us to this wonderful America. You will enter the college and I shall wait for you here.” Years passed. Again Meta Levin pushed her cart through the crowded streets. But tonight she did not stumble, she carried her head proudly erect. Close to her heart she hugged a letter that had come that day from her Sam. He had won out at last! Could it be true? Her Sam was a great man. And tomorrow he was coming for her. Her old careworn heart swelled with pride and gratitude. No more would she sell her laces in the street. Silently she offered a prayer to the good God who had put it into the hearts of these men to help her boy. This was His country, and it was now hers, this land where every boy has his opportunity. —L. G. C. Page Twenty-eightSince the time she had cried for her father’s priceless watch and got it, Elizabeth had always gotten what she wanted. Her mother died when she was a baby, and she, like Topsy, had just “glowed up.” So it was only natural that she was willful, as nearly every pretty girl is who has never met with opposition, but she was exceedingly sweet of disposition—as long as things went well. Now. She and her father were spending their vacation near a little town in the North Woods. Elizabeth needed the rest as much as her over-worked father. Two years before, she had written a little story which a magazine had deigned to publish. Then rashly, contracting to do a series of twelve before July, she had subsequently found that it’s mere fun to write when you feel like it. but hard work when you are under contract to do so. She waited and dreamed longer and longer until June had arrived. Then realizing that she must begin, she worked feverishly every day, and many nights, until she finished the final sketch. Here her vitality failed her, hence her retreat to this uncivilized part of the world. But with the proper sustenance and atmosphere, it doesn’t take youth long to recover from anything. So three weeks later, we find Elizabeth on a beautiful day wandering through a thicket, unguided and unguarded except for her collie, Chispa. She came upon a stream, rippling over and around the numerous rocks, piercing its surface, and a roar down stream gave her the idea that it must terminate in a waterfall. There was a little path by the brook's side, and she followed it listlessly. When she reached the fall, she stopped and wondered. It fell for fifty feet into a great round pool. From a superior height, she could see deep into the basin. Her attention was caught by the myriads of fish swimming and gamboling in its depths. Filled with delight, she wished to see how it looked from below, and descended by a rugged path strewn with rocks and briars. The tortuous route was well worth the trouble. Around the pool, there were many varieties of ferns, a few palms and wild violets. From its far side the fall seemed to be a thin rope of spray. Then she saw what she had not noticed before. It was a cottage, or to term it more correct'y. a hut. Just then, as often happens in the summer time, a storm came up without warning. Elizabeth rushed towards the hut with Chispa close behind her. At the back was a rude lean-to. Quickly she ran under this. Soon the rain began to blow into their scant shelter, so she knocked at the door, but received no answer. Without further ado, she shoved the door open, and entered. It was a clear case of ‘nobody home’, so she settled herself on a couch until the rain should cease. Chispa curled up beside her, whining at every peal of the thunder. He was not frightened, for he possessed a valiant heart, but the strong vibrations of the air currents, caused by the thunder claps, were torture 'entv-nmeThe Thronateeska to his sensitive ear-drums. Elizabeth comforted him as best she could. Soon the flashing of the lightning and the noise of the thunder abated, but the rain continued. Elizabeth began to take note of the contents of the room. There were besides the couch, a rough hewn table on which was an oil lamp, two cane bottom chairs, some shelves containing books by the best authors, and a huge fire-place. There was a grating in this last, which she decided was used for cooking purposes. 1 ler theory was corroboi-ated by a large kett'e suspended from a hook. Then something on the mantel caught her attention- It was a picture of herself and Chispa! She remembered that it had been taken to grace the pages of some magazine two years back. It was in a fiame that she knew to be expensive, and under it was a letter addressed to Robert Fisher. Elizabeth stamped her foot. To put it mildly, she was vexed. “Mister Fisherman! Who are you? IIow dare you frame my picture?” she exclaimed, and stamped her foot again. She heard an amused laugh, and there stood a rough looking young man in the doorway. “You see, it would have ruined the picture of the dog,” he said, “if I had cut you away.” Chispa’s eyes seemed even more friendly, w-hen he heard this, and he wagged his tail appreciatively. Rut Elizabeth’s eyes blazed, and her face crimsoned. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” she cried, and fled hastily. The rain, like herself, had retreated at the appearance of Mr. Fisher-man, so there was no reason why she should have remained longer in the cabin. But not even to herself would Elizabeth admit that someone had beaten her at repartee. That night she began to wonder about him. His good looks and pleasant voice conflicted with his lowly abode and unkempt appearance. She decided to write a book with him as the hero who had committed some crime, (just what or why she didn’t formulate), and let him be living in seclusion until it should be forgotten. By making her inquiries carefully, she learned as much as the villagers knew' about him, without letting them know that they were being questioned. This information was that a stranger had come there several months ago, occupied the cabin which he had ordered to be built as simply as possible, and had avoided all contact with them. Elizabeth then began her novel, the one that made her famous. She worked out the plot from the outline she had formed, and not long after her return home, she published it. Many of the descriptions corresponded with the vacation scenes, and her hero’s dwelling place tallied in every detail with Mr. Fisher-man’s hut. When the book was published, Elizabeth marked all the descriptions of the village scenes with a blue pencil, and placing a cutting from a favorable criticism between the pages illustrating the hut, WTapped the book and addressed it to Mr. Robert Fisher. The clipping read: “The story ends satisfactorily. The criminal secluded himself in a forest, where proximity to God and His dumb creatures caused him to repent. He returns to the city to receive his just punishment, and does, for he is pardoned." Page ThirtyThe Thnmateeska At a ball given to celebrate the author’s success, Elizabeth saw a man who seemed familiar, yet with whom she knew she was not acquainted. He was perhaps the best looking man she had ever met. Fully six feet tall, neither stout nor thin, outdoor skin, graceful carriage, coal black hair, and eyes that were alternately gray, blue, black, magnetic personality— all added to his attractions. Look how he was being lionized! She beckoned to a boy who had been her friend since childhood, and stated her desire to meet the handsome stranger. “I’d advise you to steer clear of him,” said ‘Lilly’, “he has broken as many hearts as he is years old-—more than you have Beth.” “That doesn’t say that he will break mine,” Elizabeth said, “and besides 1 haven’t broken any hearts. “You’re breaking mine now,” said Billy to himself, as he went to do her bidding. When they were introduced, Elizabeth did not connect this Mr. Fisher with Mr. Fisherman until he spoke. Then it was all that she could do to keep her self-control, while Mr. Fisherman murmered that he thought they had met before, and in an undertone, he thanked her for the book which she had sent him, and which he had enjoyed more than she could imagine. lie led her out on the veranda. “I’ve come back to meet my just punishment, and I hope it will be a pardon,” he said, his mouth twitching at the corners. “I’m sure you haven’t done anything deserving punishment, and are just trying to torment me,” replied Elizabeth. She had-seen the halfsmile. Just then Chispa came running in, and she showed him more attention than she had in a month. “The crime I committed was a grave one,” went on Mr. Fisher-man, “I deceived a lady. But I want to tell you something else first. I was a wild aYid reckless chap until I fell in love. I thought the lady of my affections was the most beautiful in the world. I found out all I could about her, and found her real beauty was deeper and lovlier, that it was in her soul as well as her face, Then I wondered what she might think of me, and I set about to make myself worthy of her. I plunged into my father’s business. He died, so the management fell on my shoulders. I worked harder and harder. Then one day something snapped.” “The doctor told me that the longer rest I took, and the farther away from business and society 1 was, the better it would be for me, so 1 had the little cabin built in the North Woods, and secluded myself there. The only company I had was my mascot, the picture”—he reached for her hand but it was busy rumpling Chispa’s hair—“the picture of the girl I love.” She felt his eyes upon her, but would not look up. His voice had grown vibrant. Page Thirty oneThe Thronateeska “One day I found that girl in my house angry because I had her picture. That was when I committed the crime of deceiving a lady. I dared not tell her why 1 had that picture—that 1 was unaccountably in love with her, that—” “That’s enough, Mr. Fisher-man. lie assured, heart-smasher, that you didn’t deceive me.” “You mean that you knew all the time that 1 cared?” “No. I mean that I am quite able to keep my heart my own and unbroken.” “Don’t be too sure about that. Why do you suppose 1 had your picture ?” “Because it v ould have ruined Chispa’s to cut me out.” “Are you going to let your cleverness break my heart?” “If I’m clever, its only to keep you from breaking mine.” ‘ Look here young lady, and listen to me. I always get what I want.” “I haven’t failed to do that same thing yet,” Elizabeth replied. “1 am glad, because you know as well as I do that you want the man of your book. He will keep your little heart far more tenderly than he has kept your picture.” “Indeed. I haven’t said I wanted you.” “You haven’t said that you don’t.” “Well, I don’t want—” “How can you be so cruel ?” “Why didn’t you let me finish? As I was saying, I don’t want to lose you, Mr. Fisher-man.” Several months later there was an announcement in the society columns of a well known paper to the effect that Mr. and Mrs. Robert Fisher were spending their honey-moon in the North Woods. —Clyde Passmore. Flunk, Flunk Flunk! Flunk, Flunk, Flunk! On thy shoals, O geometry sea! And I would that my tired brain could prove, The propositions put to me. O, well for the logical lad, Who can reason them out like play! But woe, for the stupid lass Who must plod both night and day! And the sorrowing girls move on, To their fate in the Senior Class; And oh! for the touch of a magic hand. Or a voice that bids us pass! Flunk, Flunk, Flunk! On thy shoals, O Geometry sea! For the final exam with its chance to dunk Will surelv come back to me. —A. B. Page Thirty-twoThe Thronateeska Classical Rhymes Parvus Jack Horner Sedebut in a corner Yorans a Xmas pie. Iniecit his thumb Et erepit a plum Kt dixit, “Quid bonus puer sum 1.” Jack et Jill Ibant the hill Ferre a pail of water. Jack fell down Et frangebat eius crown Kt Jill veniebat after. Parva Miss MutTet Sedebut on a tuffet Edens her curds et whey, Venit mannus spider Qui sedebat beside her Kt terrebat Miss Muiret away. —Ha .el Hall. Page Thirty'threeThe Thrtmatecska The Black Sheep Who doesn’t delight in telling the story of how his ancestors came over on the Mayflower and how his people were the first to set foot on Plymouth Rock? It is really strange how one small boat could have held so very many people! In most families, and especially those that can date their histories l ack so fearfully far and take such pride in their forefathers we find a black sheep, some son or daughter who is a blot on the family escutcheon. William Sylvanus Baxter was the black sheep of the Sylvanus and Baxter families. Young, handsome and wealthy he was welcomed into the social world and was very popular. Never in all his precious twenty-one years had he done any work or anything that was not pleasing to him. At this late hour his father, a thrifty hard working man, realized that when he granted his wife’s wishes and went into society and spoiled and pampered his only son, he had made the greatest mistake of his life. William was going to be a blot on his name. His only thought in his carefree life was to enjoy himself and that was all that interested him. 11 is father sent him to various places hoping for a change, but he, too, at last gave up and stood aside to watch his son’s mad race on the downhill road. One beautiful spring morning William and “his crowd” were speeding along a wonderful country road. His powerful motor car glided over the road passing fields and town after town, but they did not heed where, nor the speed with which they were going. The girl at William’s side ceased chattering, looked up and screamed. William reached for the brakes. With all his might he tried to stop the car, but succeeded only after he knew he had struck that tiny creature he had seen in the road. Fie jumped from the car, running back to where the girl lay in a small heap. He picked her up, limp and covered with dust and blood. For the first time in his life William’s heart was touched. She was dead! The beautiful girl that lay in his arms was dead and by his own hands. His friends aroused him and suggested that she might not be dead, only unconscious. They rushed her back to the city for medical attention. William refused to leave the hospital with his friends but stayed to know the outcome of the operation. It was the longest afternoon he had spent in his whole irresponsible life. Hour after hour he walked the floor and it was night before the doctor came in to tell him that she was conscious, had revealed her identity and would live. William then rushed to find her parents and bring them to the city. Weeks rolled by. Jane Kirksted continued to grow better and at the end of the third month she was moved home. During these weeks William had done everything possible for her and had been with Jane constantly. In consequence he had grown away from his old associates. He had never felt toward any girl as he did toward her and at last he reluctantly realized that he was in love with her. He couldn’t tell her! He wasn’t even fit to do that! But he believed that she really cared for Page Thirty-fourThe Thrrmateeska him and him alone, and he knew that she was the first person that had ever thought him a true friend. Four months from the day of the accident William boarded a train for Texas with only his ticket and enough money to get him there. He refused his father’s assistance for he was going West to make a man of himself. He did not explain his real reason to Jane for going, but he felt that she understood. lie started at the very bottom. Work was all that he thought of. It was not easy at first for there were many temptations. At last, like a true soldier, he was strong enough to resist, and after five years, he, having made himself worthy of his name started home to claim his own. Only once had he written during all those years to the folks at home. William Baxter certainly gave them all a surprise. He found his parents older, but when he saw how proud his father was of him he was paid in full for the work he had done. He was finer looking than before and his friends marveled at the change. His next purpose was to visit a little farm house he knew of, and at the very first opportunity he went out. Everything was changed. In place of the little house stood a large one and he thought that they had decided to rebuild. A servant answered his summons, and on asking for Jane Kirksted, she replied that such a person did not live there. He called for the owner and was informed that he had purchased the farm two years ago from Jane after the death of her parents. She had gone and he had no idea where! William was a sad and disheartened man when he started home. She was gone and he didn’t know how to begin to find her. He visited every house in the neighborhood only to find that they were mostly new' families. At last he found a gleam of hope. An old lady told him that Jane had left the village hoping to go in training in the city as a nurse. Next day he visited every local hospital only to meet w'ith more disappointment. As he entered the last one he had almost given up hope. He stood waiting in the hall for the head nurse and saw a lovely girl moving toward him. He guessed she was coming for him, but he turned away in pain, for she reminded him of someone he knew. She drew' near and gently touched his arm to get his attention. He turned and they both stared. He realized that it was Jane Kirksted herself. William Sylvanus Baxter, now no longer the black sheep but worthy of his Plymouth ancestors, soon returned West. He didn’t go alone and I might say they lived happily ever after. —Dorothy White. Page Thirty fiveThe Thrnnateeska History of the Senior Class All great things have small beginnings and this class of nineteen-twenty is no exception. It is hard to imagine anything smaller, more completely at the mercy of unfavorable circumstances than that little troop of dazzled Freshmen that straggled up the steps of High School in nineteen sixteen. To us, on that well remembered day, it seemed that all things were plotting for our misery, no friendly god smiled on us and the heaven of our academic aspirations was completely overcast. Our ffiinsatiable thirst for knowledge was considerably quenched those first few weeks. The task we had set ourselves seemed well nigh hopeless and the coveted Senior dignity never to be attained; but fighting discouragements and disillusions we labored steadily on, and now the alluring prize is ours. Those three years were not easy years, and the way is lined with unattained ideals, many sacrifices and wrecks of false standards. Hut having tasted of the delights of knowledge we demanded more, and through various vicissitudes of fortune we struggled onward. Now truly to the conquerer belong the spoils—we conquered those trials and the spoils will soon be ours; a slip of white paper which gives passport to further conquests, that we may be fit to attempt the supreme masterpieces of history and philosophy. Our Senior Class has no cause to be ashamed of its years of work here, we have labored faithfully, and, I hope, well. We have always been true to our “imaginary models of perfection,” and have done the best we knew'. Many of us have come all the way in each other’s company, from that far distant beginning until now. Some found they could not continue the race, and others have gone to different places; but there are tw'enty-four of us who hope to reach our Mecca together. It is our aim in the few months of work remaining to us, to so round up our record, as to make these last days the swan song of our High School career, that we may be remembered as a class that accomplished things. And on commencement day, when the whole universe is opened for our inspection, may we carry with us the spirit that has animated us here,—to “Do noble things, not dream them all day long. And so make life, death and that vast forever Page Thirty-sixThe Thronateeska 31 unto r Page Thirty-sevenThe Thronateeska Boys’ Junior Class Walter llooten Mary Gillespie Louise Hudson Leon Tyler Colors.—Purple and Gold Motto:—Tout bien ou rien. President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer Flowei-.—V iolet Class Roll Ball, Russell Coleman, Russell Hall, Judson Harper, Lamar Harris, Eugene Hobbs, Richard Hooten, Walter Land, Wilbur McArthur, Ed Miller, George Milner, J. L. Owens, Wilbur Pate, Joe Prisant, Isadore Ramsey, J. T. Rosenberg, Joe Rowsev, Frank Sellars, Joe Tyler. I .eon Pagg Thirty-eightThe Thnmateeska History of Junior Boys Ages ago some wise Senior fastened the name of Freshman to the aspiring first classes, and that name has fastened itself so firmly in the history of all schools, that it would be easier to move Stone Mountain with a jitney than to disturb the ancient and honorary title of Freshman. About the middle of September, 1917 the present Junior class entered Albany High. We were just Freshmen, and like the average class, we were very much stuck on ourselves, although outwardly meek. We were privately convinced, however, that we were the most important class in the school, and decided to lick any Junior. Senior or Soph that got fresh with us. We spent the first day or two taking stock, chalk, erasers, etc. During the week, we made acquaintance with an A. B. C. puzzle called Algebra, faced a barrage of fifty words a day in spelling, and were finally almost overcome by the deadly fumes of General Science. Recess revived us before we were fully gone, however, and we came back and faced English, a language very much alive, but which we wished in the same fix as its Roman ancestor. The last period brought English History. But after they began to tell about cave men, and how they used to hit each other over the dome with stone axes, we decided the publishers had made a mistake, and it was the history of the Sophomore class. Well, we finally managed to get through our Freshman year, learning as little as possible, and forgetting more. And then we arrived at our Sophomore year. We thought ourselves IT. and took special pains to let the Freshmen know that they were useless pests, brainless wonders, and a blot on the fair face of the earth. There wasn’t much of a Senior class, and we considered the Juniors almost as worthless as the advice they gave. The first thing in the morning we had a study period. (So called). Then we had a wrestle with Ancient History, and during the year we got pretty well acquainted with Ramases, Mithradates. Xerxes, and the rest of the Zs. Next in Biology we were told a lot of fish tales about a million little bugs living in one drop of water, and a terrible animal they call Environment. Then recess came. We were not afraid to go out on the campus, as in our Freshman days, but waited with great anticipation the pleasure of walking out and lording over the insignificant atoms of nothing commonly called Freshmen. After stumbling into the room like a herd of elephants, and getting lectured for it. we went to work once more. This time we had to fight it out with a dangerous foe, called Business Arithmetic. A Chinese puzzle is generally admitted as the standard of hard propositions, but Business Arithmetic would make it look like an amoeba besides an elephant by comparison. The last period we met another old foe, English. If the American government wants to promote friendship with England, she had better change the names of the text books to Literature. Page Thirty-nineThe Thronatceska Well, we finally managed to come through without acquiring a name for overstudying, and here we are Juniors. We have changed our minds about the Junior class. It is the only class worth more than a lead quarter with a ho'e in it, and the Seniors are stuck up boneheads who have forgotten everything but their own self-love, and the Sophs are merely Freshmen in evolution. We thought we ought to get a little rest from lessons, since we are Juniors, but the teachers are of different opinion. First thing in the morning we became involved in Catiline’s conspiracy, or were gassed in the Chemistry room with the poisonous fumes of liquid air. During the second period, we were lost in a maze of circles, squares and triangles, and learned that two circles were congruent if the hypotenuse of the obtuse angle of one was equal to the subtended arcs of a crooked and straight angle of the other. At the third period we were exposed to History, or had a study period as the case might be. Then after recess, w’e had a little black volume of destruction called English Literature. Here we read about a big animal that ate up thirty people at a bite, or about a man jumping about a mi'e under water. “Them o'd Saxons” had good imaginations. Next we had French, or a study period, during which the History students would sit around and enjoy the sight of the poor French victims learning to “Pollyvu Fransa.” And last we had bookkeeping, which we needed ,badly. Ever since we came to high school 1 have been wanting someone to teach me how to keep my books. The stuff’s a fake; it doesn’t tell anything about that. The Junior Class is up to any of them. We have many celebrated personages in our room. For instance we have a giant about seven feet tall, a little runt about two feet, a big broad chested orator, a geometry shark, a prize fighter, several dozen assorted athletes, some champion debaters and one w'ho has never been late. There is no use in going further. Everybody knows that wherever the big guns are, the biggest will be out of the class of ’21. Allons! —Ed McArthur.V The Thronateeslui Junior Personalities Ituth Boynton—Right Baffling. Edvvina Brown—Ever Bluffing. Roselyn Cohn—Real Cute. Mary Leila Davis—Might Look Dignified. Phillipa Delph—Perfectly Dear. Lottie Greenberg—Little Goldilocks. Montine Hubbard—Merely Height. Louise Hudson—Laughs Happily. Evelyn lluie—Even Headed. Lucile Johnson—Lively Junior. Maude King—Mighty Killing. Maude Kinney—Most Kind. Ruth Lonsberg—Rather Lucky. Kathryn Pate—Koyly Pleasant. Pauline Reynolds—Pretty Reckless. Eleanor Riley—Everlastingly Reading. Susie Mae Sanders—Seems Mighty Sweet. Myrtle Tomlin—Mighty Taking. Alla Walden—Always Winning. Mildred Wagner—Much Wisdom. Helen Wiggins—Hair’s Wonderful. Johnnie Lee Williams—Just Looks Wondering. Alma Williams—Awfully Wilful. Russell Ball—Real Bashful. Russell Coleman—Rags Crush inglv. Judson Hall—Just Hardworking. Lamar Harper—Loves History. Eugene Harris—Ever Harrassing. Richard Hobbs—Rather Heartless. Walter Hooten—Walks-over Hearts. Edward McArthur—Eternal Mischief. George T. Miller—Goes to Movies. J. L. Milner—Just Loves Misses. Wilbur Owens—Wonderfully Obtuse. Joe Pate—Jokes Pereniall.v. J. T. Ramsey—Just Too Romping. Joseph Rosenberg—Jests Rarely. Frank Rowsey—Feels Rakish. Joe Sellers—Just Serious. I-eon Tyler—Loyal Toiler. Merrily Gleaned by Mary Gillespie Meagerly Gifted, Mostly Green. Page Forty-one Girls' Junior Class Class Roll Boynton, Ruth Brown, Edwina Cohn, Rosalyn Davis, Mary Leila Delph, Philippa Gillespie, Mary Greenjberg, Lottie Hubbard, Montine Hudson, Louise Iluie, Evelyn Johnson, Lucile King, Maude Lonsberg, Ruth Lowry, Mary Moore, Berpice Pate, Kathryn Reynolds, Pauline Riley, Eleanor Saunders, Susie May Tomlin, Myrtle Wagner, Mildred Walden, Alla Wiggins, Helen . Williams, Alma Williams, Johnnie Lee Page Forty-The Thronateeska History of the Junior Girls The year of 1917 was indeed a succession of thrilling events. Heroes from all parts of the United States entered into the Great War to make the world safe for democracy, and the members of the class of ’21 made their debut in the Albany High School, which was thereafter to become famous. “How famous?” you ask? Why merely by the reflected greatness thrust upon her. Any attempt to effect an individual diagnosis of the weight and texture of the grey matter of each might result in hair pulling. For let it be known to those whom it concerns: that this is a history of strictly feminine achievements. Therefore, it is safer to refer only to glittering generalities. Owing to the care with which we had been prepped in our youthful stages we attended, our coming out party in the Freshman Class with serene confidence, and w'ithin a year’s time were being invited to the Sophomore reception. There, under the excellent chaperonage of Miss Morse, we meet the difficult Mr. Caesar upon whom we made a deep and lasting impression by sheer skill and diplomacy. Soon we recognized Algebra, an acquaintance of the past year, and History for whom we had cherished a friendship so long as to be called Ancient. A sudden shortage of domestic help compelled us to do our own cooking and sewing, and Miss Pinkston patiently prepared us for our epoch-making year, when on September 15th, 1919, we Junior Girls were first received with open arms by our better half, the boys of the Junior Class. Though, owing to the vigilant eyes of so many chaperones we have l een allowed to show exclusive attention only to Mr. Euclid. Old Marcus Tillius Cicero and one William Shakespeare, we now look batfk upon and shudder over the barren waste of years when there were no Junior Boys! For “We love them, and we hate them but we cannot do without them.” Miss Brosnan has formally announced the union of the hearts and hands of the Junior Girls and Boys, and may we live happily ever after. At home after September sixteenth, 1920 in the Senior Class. —Kathryn Pate.The Thronateeslut When? And now I take my pen in hand, to inquire of our class. All to reveal 1 ask not, but only this from out the mass. When? O, When? Or is it beyond our ken? When Harris and Ramsey cease to roam the High School hall. And Junior Girls learn how to play a game of basket-ball. When text books shall at last adhere to those whom they belong. And Alla just by chance forgets and does something that’s wrong, When Helen’s hair is fixed for good upon her noble head, And you don’t believe a single word that Leon Tyler said. When Maud stops proudly sporting her dashing yellow coat, And Pollv tries no longer to get somebody’s goat. When ? O. When ? It is beyond our ken. When Frank’s perpetual questions have ceased to run us wild, And every teacher who appears wears a double-decker smile, When Walter quits his grinning at the girls across the way, And Wilbur bones no longer for all the live-long day, When Eugene stops chewing, always chewing chewing gum, And Edwina smacks her lips to say, “O Gene come give me some.” When the last rites are sadly said for departed Latin prose And Mary ’mid her tears forgets to powder ’round her nose. When? O, When? 'Tis far beyond our ken. When all tl is geometric stuff no more our nerves will harry. For the daily dealer in the dope has at last gone off to? When Coleman and Harper have ceased to grow so tall And divide their surplus altitude with “wee wee Baby Ball,” When for merely being tardy, fifteen minutes we’ll not sit. And the Senior stiffs wake up some day, discovering "We are it,” ’Tis then we jolly Juniors will say, “The old world’s great, The millennium has come, so let us celebrate!” But when? Oh, When? It is, alas, it is. Beyond all mortal ken. When Miss Mamie is at last assured that we’ve attained our best, And Miss Hunter lets the Sophomores indulge in idle rest, When Frenchy Mrs. Riley cares no more to Parlez vous, And Miss Morse forgets the tardies for at least a day or two, When Mr. T. grows merciful in paddling Freshies sore, And Miss Picket leaves off half a line of dear old Cicero, When Miss Ogbum deviates one cent in balancing our books. And Miss Mattie bids all to a feast, prepared JL .v Junior cooks, That’s when, O gee! But that will never, never be. —Frank Rowsey. Page Forty-four“Eddication” The Thronateeska In a small village in the mountains of North Carolina, at the door of his rude cottage old John Caprice sat sullenly smoking his com-cob pipe. His hat pulled low over his face, with his chair tilted back, he sat grumbling. “I don’t see why these here young upstarts can’t git along as they pa’s and ma’s. Me’n Maria aint never been nowhere to git no eddication and we gits along bout as well as anybody. He’s my son and he’ll do as I say. 1 aint gonner stand fer it! He rose and lumbered off down the road. Inside, a similar tumult was raging. “Mother 1 don’t see why father wants to be so contrary. He ought to know that I can’t live here always. There’s no opportunity here in the mountains. He thinks if he goes down to Ned Long’s store every night, smokes, stands around the stove and talks—O! I can’t stand this! I’ll leave!” “Now son! 1 know your pa’s pretty stubborn sometimes but ever since you come back from school at Crammar Crossing you ain’t peared like you was satisfied. Why don’t you git a job at Long’s?” “O, mother, 1 know' you don’t want to displease father, but I’ll have to go. I’ll leave early in the morning and I’ll write you from where I am.” “God bless you, son, I know hit’ll make you happy and you’ll make good, but remember this, keep in good company, be honest and you’ll succeed. And don’t forget your mother’s prayers will follow' you.” She turned away choking with tears. Her son took her in his great brown arms, made strong from hard work in the mountains. “Mother, mother, you don’t know how 1 hate to leave you,” he sobbed as he buried his face in her graying hair. At the first blush of dawn, Jerry Caprice, a second Lincoln, left his native soil. Just as the sun came up his massive figure stood outlined on the mountain top,— a man going out to conquer or to lose. For four long years Shadville never heard of Jerry Caprice. Of course the neighbors talked and old “Tightwad John” was angry and his submissive wife was forced to hear his tantrums. Secretly she received letters from her son, advised him through his hardships and bouyed his despairing hopes. She prayed for his success, and finally after Jerry Caprice had been practically forgotten in Shadville, she decided to visit him. Maria Sealy Caprice had never told a lie in her life but now' she lied. She told her husband that she was going to the city shopping for a few days. He gruirblinglv assented and she left. Jerry Caprice had struggled hard and earned what he had. He was a self made man. Through all these years he had kept his mother’s parting Page Forty-fiveThe Thnmateeska words in his heart. lie was beginning to be a little self satisfied in his sleek prosperity. He was secretly complimenting himself as he sat smoking in his handsome suite of rooms in a fashionable apartment. With a trace of bitterness and disgust he thought of his narrow minded father, then his face softened as he thought of his mother. “A lady to see you, sir,” the servant’s voice broke the quiet. “Show her in.” He rose and stood before the fire. Timidly the little old woman entered. Was this tall handsome man her son? Would he still be proud of her? “Jerry,” she quavered. He lifted his head. “Mother!” And she was in his arms laughing and crying. There followed happy days for them both. She really forgot to count them, but only drank in all the beauty of which she had long dreamed. One night she was taken violently ill. Jerry sent immediately for his father. The case was critical and the most watchful care was required. A great specialist diagnosed the case and thoroughly trained nurses used their skill to combat the diseases. After many anxious days the crisis was passed. Old “Tightwad John” confessed. “Jerry,” the old man quavered, “vou win. I see what eddication can do.” —Louise Hudson. O Perfect Doom When you come to the end of an awful test And you sit all engulfed in the gloom, When you know that you failed to do your best And you wait for the knell of your doom, Do you think that the chance of another test Is not so very far away? And resolve to bone without thought of rest To prepare for that evil day? Well this is the way all Juniors have thought A way we invariably had, But alas, our plans oft came to naught, Indeed ’twas too true though sad. For when another test rolled around. Despairingly, yet all in vain. We gazed at the board but no answers found. So we sadly flunked again. —Lamar Harper. Page Forty-sixThe Thrnnateeska The A. H. S. Primer A is for Algebra, a useless pack of letters. I is for biology, a proper science for bum specimens of bipeds. C is for Chemistry, a deadly outlay of poisonous gasses. D is for Fomestic Science, where girls bake carborundum cakes and E is for Experiments, the germs of all great undertakings. F is for Freshies, little green specks of nothing. G is for Grammar. Ain’t none of us found out what it is. (Consult next II is for History, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, all equally harassing l-id, est, me, m.vse'f, ego, everything! J is for Juniors, everything in their ow n opinion, nothing to anybody else. K is for Kicking, when lessons are killing. E is for Literature, a high class name for books. M is for Mathematics; anything from 2 plus 2 to an adding machine. N is for No, a monosyllable exclusively used by teachers to oppress O! Ou! Ouch! Somebody’s been hit by an eraser, paddle or an automobile. P is for Paddle, a powerful weapon patented by Profs, for use on help- Q is for Quit—asking foolish questions. P is for “Russawor,” (Apply to Mrs. Riley.) S is for Sophomores, barbarians straight from the Neolithic age. T is for Teachers, a totally savage tribe. I" is for You—Useless. V is for a Vacuum, chiefly in the head. W is for We. Declined We, Us, IT. X is an unknowm quantity; we have never found it. is for Yahoos. Just look around you. Z is for Zero, the sole reward of this useless task. sinkers. year’s Annual.) students. less freshmen. aSe Forty-seven —Ed McArthur.The Thronatecska Why Am I In High School So ran the theme subject assigned by the teacher of our class just before mid-term exams. Next day one of our hard-working, serious-minded, fellows (who did not get his brilliant pink top for nothing) unfolded himself and began as follows: “Why am 1 in High School'? Of course no really intelligent person could ask such a question1’’ And how we all, Miss Mamie, too, laughed at Judson! But this is a question that every one of us should ask himself not once a month when the test rolls round, but every day. Neglecting to consider it seriously is one of the reasons why some fail to study, why boys go out to “get jobs” and girls to “get married,” or for some cause they do not pursue the allotted four years. The opportunity for an education, such as offered in High School, may not be an absolute guarantee for success, but it is certainly a stepping stone toward it. It is true that many of our fathers and mothers who did not have this chance have lived useful, happy lives. But we, their children, live amid different conditions and face more complex problems. Time is speeding ten times as fast and, the things to do are multiplying at the same ratio. "Then in these days of aeroplanes and wireless telegraphy, “what’s the good,” a boy asks, “of Latin and Geometry or in following the history of a thousand years ago?” It is hard to realize that though these particular questions and answers will never confront him again, he will continue to use the mental energy by which he is daily developing future power. Carlyle tells us that genius is training “a transcendent capacity for taking pains.” Success will not be wafted to us by some fairy wand, but must rest upon the triple corner stone of mental energy, character and perseverance. These are the traits to be developed by education. It is for this training that 1 am in High School. —Alla Walden. The Better Thing It is better to lose with a coiiscience clean Than to win by a trick unfair. It is better to fail and know you’ve been, Whatever the prize was, square. Than to claim the joy of the far off goal And the cheers of the standers-by. And to know down deep in your inmost soul A cheat you must live and die. The prize seems fair when the fight is on: But save it is truly von You will hate the thing when the crowd is gone, For it stands for a false deed done. And it’s better you never should reach your goal, Than ever success to buy At the price of knowing down deep in your soul That your glory is all a lie. Page Forty-eightThe Thronateeska Sophomore Boys’ Class Clifford Cameron President John Hall Vice-President Lewis Brannon Secretary and Treasurer Colors.—Blue and Gold. Slower.—Pansy. Motto:—“Fellows. Pull Together.” liarbre, Ray Boone, LeRoy Burge, Charlie Brannon. Lewis Boynton, Rhodes Cameron, Clifford Carter, Herbert Chastain, Henry Dough tie, Edward Graves, James Griffin, Hugh Class Roll Howard, William Hall, John Johnson. Joe Jones, James Johnson, Geo. Jackson, Robert McFarland, Joe Mallard, Elliott Marks, Henry McClure, Lewis Melton, Clyde Meriwether, Gordon Owens, Gula Palin. Dwight Prisant, Myron Reynolds, Marion Smith, Jack Slappey, Aulton Talbert, Fred Waters, Frank Wells, Barnett Page FiftyThe Thronateeska History of the Sophomore Boys On September 14, 1918, there sprang up in the Albany High School the greenest bunch of freshmen that ever grew on the Emerald Isle itself or nourished in the most verdant annals of High School history. There were thirty-five of us in all—green—greener—greenest, every one fully deserving the name of freshman. We had come expecting, and perhaps needing, a litt'.e sober seasoning, and were prepared for it. Hut who could withstand the onslaught of the Huns? YVho could survive the scornful glances of the Juniors and Seniors? or who, no matter how well prepared, the paddles and shears of those terrible Sophomores of 1918. Our expectations were nothing compared with the realizations. Those Sophs spared our lives, but that was the only thing they spared. At last tho we got settled and had a chance to get acquainted with our teachers—six now instead of one—and all of our new subjects. Algebra and Latin had taken the place of the familiar “three r’s” and the first few weeks were full of surprises for us in the way of lessons and periods. But we soon decided that High Sshool was not such a very bad place after all. Then the flu came. First one boy sneezed, then another coughed, and soon nearly half the room succuml ed. Then we had a delightful little vacation right in the middle of the year. When the epidemic finally abated we found that we had lost five very valuable weeks. With many regrets we got back to our lessons and went to work with redoubled energy to make up the lost time. All things must end however, and so did our freshman year. .Most of us passed and threw aside all of our old freshman frivolities and became lordly(?), dignified!?), responsible!?) sophomores. When this second year started, a brand new bunch of freshmen were there to be taught how to behave. And we sophomores dutifully took that job upon ourselves. Did we have our revenge? We did! and then some. The barbers were indebted to us for one of the biggest business booms they had known in many, many years. Our class has done great work in athletics. In the baseball season of 1919 we had two men on the team, one of them playing short stop The same year in football we were represented by five men, three of them playing .backfield. Our boys have set up a high standard in athletics for themselves, and we hope not only to maintain that standard but even to Letter it. Not only in brawn, but in brain, has the Sophomore class done its part. In literary, as well as athletic work we have established a record we can well be proud of. We feel that we have done our part toward making the A. H. S. a finer and a better school and can look forward with the knowledge of having done our duty. Sophomores may well say: “We stand on the threshold of glory; The future still beckons us on.” Page Fifty-ane —George Johnson, Historian.Tlw Thronateeska Sophomore Girls’ Class Mildred Tyler Agnes Davis Edna West Lillian Tomlinson President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer Colors.—Pink and Green. Flower.—Pink Carnation, slot to:—One for all. and all for one. Class Roll Adams. Frances Bailey, Ada Causey, Jewel Cook, Elizabeth Davis, Agnes Goins, Lucile Grillin. Ruth llalfacre, Louneal Hall, Mildred Harris, Susie Jean Hart, Louise Horton, Alice Jones, DeCourcey King. Mary Lageriiuist. Gertie Lunsford, Sadie Mathis, Claudia Mathis, Ellean Oliver. Julia Osborne, Louise Singletary. Lula Singleton, Minnie Will Spillers, Lucile Ticknor, Annie Burr Tolbert. Lottie Tomlinson, Lillian Tyler, Mildred Ventulette, Julia Weils. Frances West, Edna Wooten. Myrtie ’age Fifty-tu'oThe Tlnonateeska The Sophomore Stars We often wonder if there was ever before such a mass of brilliancy in the High Schoool firmament as the Sophomore group of 1920. Evidently not, for some of the teachers do not even seem to have discovered it, though the Girls’ Sophomore roll call each morning enumerates the luminaries of the first magnitude. Long ago our reputation began to shine in far away Grammar School land, and in September, 1918 we began to revolve for the first time about a new sphere, the Freshman Class of High School. Here we came with our emblem, the Shasta Daisy—all yellow and white, reflecting the gleam of the springtime and the dazzling sunlight. Not even the gloom of mid-teirn and final exams could dim our radiant aspirations. After nine long months we found only one star blotted from our group of thirty-nine. As Sophomores we still glow with the pride of achievement in our newly discovered orbits of Biology, Athletics and Domestic Science, as well as in the old paths of Algebra, Latin and History. May the Sophomore Stars continue to shine with a steadier light so that next year you may trace their course in the Junior Constellation. —Edna West. Why Don’t Susie come out of her trance? Randall keep his voice up his nose? Harold change his Yankee accent? Preston stop arguing about nothing? Miss Hunter pet the girls? Junior girls change their ways? Mary Louise grow up instead of out? Hattie use “Anti-freckle” Cream? Nellie stop saying, “This here and that there?” Mallory learn Geometry? Clyde become a suffragette? Vera stop school. She knows enough. Page Fifty-tlxrccThe Thremateeska The Song of the Sophomores Between the Freshman and Junior, In the prime of our High School career. Comes a time in the life of the student, That is known as the Sophomore year. You can see every morn at eight-thirty. Ascending the broad hall stairs. Girls tall, girls short, stout or slender, Some with dark, some with soft golden hair. A whisper and then a silence. You can tell by our studious eyes, We are studying and working together, To win some alluring prize. We hurry up into our places. For at roll-call a'l must be there, If you try to pass out we surround you. For we seem to be everywhere. Do you think, O you grave reverend Juniors, Because you have grown so tall, Such a wonderful class as the Sophomores, Is not more than a match for you all ? We aspire to the wisdom of ages, And will never leave it behind, But we will lock it away forever, In the storehouse of our mind. —Eula Singletary. Pune Fifty-fouriFiTslmutu Page Fifty-ftvcThe Thronateeska Freshman Girls Class Colors.—Old Rose and Silver Motto:—“Dig.” Jean Crandall Gertrude Shemwell Marjorie Rosenberg Mary Reynolds Allison, Moneta Rlate, Sarah Birman, Cecile 1 Sludworth, Ouida Buntin, Charlie Mae Brown, Dorothy Carroll, Susie Alice Crandall, Jean Cross, Louise Flanigan, Mittie Kate Harris, Ruth Class Roll Henderson, Eugenia Jarrard, Bessie Jeter, Sallie Jones, Adella Joiner, Lelia Lassiter, Dessie Leggett, Delore Little, Lina Mays, Mary Crawford McConnell, Pauline McDaniel, Willie President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer Flower.—Sweet Pea. Newell, Annie Pearl Reynolds, Madge Reynolds. Mary Rosenberg, Marjorie Ruben, Milly Shemwell, Gertrude Stocks, Nannie Tolbert, Annie Maude Tomlinson, Mattie Lee Vaughan, Mittie Lee Williams, Margaret. Whiddon, Sallie May Page Fifty sixThe ThrotiLiceeskci History of Freshman Girls On Se;;ten.ber 15th. 1919. about fifty "iris came tripping from the halls of Grammar School into the Albany High School, but we will have to confess that our hearts were not so light as they seemed and we were fearful of the change. In Grammar School we were rather inclined to think we were everything. But somehow as Freshmen we have changed our opinion, for whenever a Senior passes us in the hall we feel unaccountably small. After a very few weeks we began to realize what an efficient corps of teachers we had to guide us through the year. Under the careful training of Mrs. Riley we have journeyed through the wilderness with Uncas and Hawkeyc. We have also gone with Sir Launfal in quest of the Holy Grail, and with him we learned that it is “Not what we give, But what we share For the gift without the giver is bare.” With Miss Morse we have learned to fear “Stilos tabellis que parate while Miss Ogburn has proved to us that things equal to the same thing are equal to each other. Domestic Science has opened a new and delightful kind of school work for us, which, in the days to come will prove its worth in the homes of the Albany girls. Under several Science teachers some of us have dug deep into the why and wherefore of various things; and others, under Miss Hunter, have been interested in historic campaigns and characters. One of the star players on the basketball team is a Freshman and has awakened great interest in athletics among the rest of us. Together we have worked to make it a pleasant Freshman year and have come to realize that all great things have small beginnings. Historians, Lelia Joiner. Susie Alice Carroll, Mildred Nix The Freshman Band “Where did you come from, Freshie dear? Cut of the Grammar School into here. By whom were you welcomed, and when come you here? By our sister classes and the faculty dear, We entered during the fall Equinox, And the first week suffered some dreadful shocks.” “Where did you get that little tear? For fear of failure in ‘Algebra’ here? Why have those eyes that wild staring look? On account of the ‘Essentials of Latin’ book.” “What will the years bring the Freshie Band? We hope we will all reach the ‘Promised Land.’ What will you do when June roses blow? We will all on a ‘good old vacation’ go.” Page Fifty-seven —J. C.The Thrcmateeska Freshman Boys Class Ed Mathis President Halbert Brimberry Vice-President Charles McClure Secretary Turner Ball Treasurer Colors.—Orange and Black. Flower.—Yellow Rose. Motto:—“To be, rather than to seem.” Ball, Turner Barr, Angus Bierman, Jack Brimberry, Halbert Calhoun, Roy Campbell, Jessie Campbell, Otho Cook, Sidney Frank, David Freeman, Joe Class Roll Green, James Mali, George Hall, C. B. Harris, Robert Joiner, Wilson Kenny, John McClure, Chas. Mathis, Ed Moon. Ashby Moseley, Courtney Posey, Henry Rucker. Carl Rouse, Lanins Stocks, Sam Smith, Ralph Smith, B- F. Tyson, Marvin Williams, Floyd Page Fifty-eightThe Thronateeska •• History of the Freshman Boys Chapter 1. Marcus Aurelius, a Iloman philosopher, tells us that happy is the people whose annals are brief. If this be true, and a great philosopher said so, the Hoys’ Freshman Class must be the happiest in the High School, for ‘brevity is the soul’ of our history. We have made a beginning, and are jbout to complete our first chapter, entitled “Opportunity." The introduction consisted of seven profitable years in the Grammar School, which we were sorry to bring to a close, but today, the teachers’ most effective argument for study is to threaten to send some lazy fellow back. On the whole we have enjoyed life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Only one right has been denied us. We who belong to the Science-History division were not given the privilege of reciting with the girls. Only the Latin Classicists were admitted to this most exclusive society. Hut every evil has its good. If a Freshman boy has never dodged l ehind a barricade of books while chalk and erasers were flying, in the teacher’s absence, he has missed a very thrilling experience. And of course “such conduct, Young Gentlemen” could not be tolerated in a classical atmosphere with lots of girls around. So while they follow Via Latina, we are signing the Magna Charta. While they are digging the grave of a dead language, we are “Preparing for Citizenship.” When we meet in Sophomore class next year, we will measure our achievements, and the victors will write the second chapter of this history, entitled “Progress.” . —Otho Campbell. Page Fifty-nine Tin- Thnnuitecsku Freshman Boys and Girls Class Mayo Livingston President Mildred Nix Vice-President Annie Mae Brown Secretary and Treasurer Colors....—Orange and Green. Flower.—Daffodil. Motto:—“Per aspera ad astra.” Arthur, Glenn ■ Ash, Irving -Bradford, lnus Darby, Emory Edge, Hoyt Harper, I Jen • Hatfield, Jack. Hutto, Elmer -Johnson, Wimbly Jordon, Tom ' Livingston, Mayo Class Roll Morrow, Homer Owens, Chas. Palmer, Harvey Perry, Lewey. Pryse, Kenneth Sapp, Sibbett Smith, Herbert Thornton, Clarence Woodall, Thomas Brown, Annie May Louche, Bomel Geohegan, Bonnie Hudson, Elizabeth • Jarvis, Lois Lowry, Alice Meade, Mary Miller, lone Nix, Mildred Patton, Carolyn Rogers, Elizabeth Temple, Myrtle Williams, ThelmaThe Thronatecska — ■ ■■■■■■■....... IN MEMORIAM CLARA MAE HALL OCTOBER 13. 1905 DECEMBER 11 1919 Page Sixty-oneThe Thrcmatecska RANDALL CURRELL WALTER HpCTEN President Senior Class President Junitr Class CLIFFORD CAMERON MILDRED TYLER President Boys’ Sophomore Class President Girls’ Sophomore Class Page Sixty'twoThe Thrnnateeska Page Sixty-three ED MATHIS President Bovs’ Freshman ClassThe Thrtmateeska Red Letter Days in A. H. S. Calendar 1919-20 Sept. 15.—A horde of boys and girls make a fresh onslaught on Old Fort Knowledge. Tall boys, fat boys, lean boys, green boys, giggling girls, pretty girls, timid girls, and witty girls salute the Orange and Green! Sept. lfi.—Planning courses of study: Which shall it be, Oh fresh.v wee, A delving scientist. Or a classical A. lb? Sept. 17.—Please Mr. Sophomore, mercy I pray, No moi-e paddles and shears, just for today, Poor freshie’s trousers are worn to a thread. And not a stray hair is left on his head. Sept. 18—Needles and pins, needles and pins, The first sewing lesson for girl freshmen begins. Sept. 22—All studious along the corridor at morn, Not even a giggle on the calm breeze is borne. Sept. 29—Forward the football brigade, Was there a man dismayed ? Oct. 1—Organization of the Senior Class. We greet our noble president and fellow officers! Oct. 3—First month’s reports. A little knowledge is a dangerou sthing. Oct. 7—Gooybye, Coach Howard, don’t forget us. Oct. 8—Here comes a new coach of excellent pith. Fate tried to conceal him by calling him Smith. Oct. 9—Another arrival, Mr. Gary, Let the scientist be wary. Oct. 10—A. 11. S. meets Thomasville High on the gridiron. Hooten makes first touchdown. Coach Smith does spectacular stunts on the sidelines. Oct. 31—Hallowe’en, Junior girls’ experiences with “Ghosts T have met.” Nov- 3—Book day! Books old and new, Musty and dusty, Volumes three hundred. Reference and history. Nov. 7—The members of the Senior and Junior classes have much pleas tires in accepting the invitation to the Y. M. C. A. social. Nov. 11—First anniversary of Armistice day. but never a holiday In vain we cried “Peace. Peace!” There was no peace from the deadly barrage of daily lessons. Page Sixty-sixThe Thronateeska Nov. 12—Second month’s report. “Caesar hath not the falling sickness, Hut you and I and lazy freshies.” N'nv. 27—Haven’t we got a lot to he thankful for. Two days cessation of hostilities. Victory over Thomasville High, 12-0. Dec. 5—Football banquet. The eighth wonder of the world—a boys capacity for good eats. “No more T thank you, cept’n 1 wrap it up in my handkerchief.” Dec. 9—Important announcement concerning the younger member of the faculty. Dec. 23—’Twas a show nuff Christmas. A dozen parties, and then some. Jan. 1, 1920—Who said it was a happy New Year? Jan. 2—First basketball game. V-l-C-T-O-R-Y (37-6). Jan. 5—Election of members of the annual staff. Jan. 6—Girls basketball. Victory perches on A. H. S. banners in Smith-ville. Jan. 16—-The invincible quintette journeys up the road for a practice game with the ‘Mery Cusses.’ Jan. 19—Dawson High vs. A. II. S. girls’ basketball. Oh woeful day! Oh piteous spectacle' Jan. 19—Holiday. Jan. 28-—Tragedy in three acts: Freezing day; more steam, Sam; boiler busted! “Dah now.” All join in chorus, “No school tomorrow. Hurrah! Hurrah! Jan. 29—Wholesale demotion of high school students. Hack to the grammar school just as of yore. (Miss Teacher, shall we wear pigtails and short pants tomorrow?) Feb. 2—How dear to my heart are the scenes of my child-hood! The giant stride, the slide, and a ride on the ocean wave! Feb. 3—Isn’t it rare fun, Almost play, Coming to school in the middle of the day, Hut alas it is a cruel sight, Stalking home at stark black night. Feb. 8—Semi-annual exams: Questions to the right of us, Questions to the left of us. Questions in front of us, Threatened and stared. Feb. 20—We all joined the U. S. army and got a trip to Washington. Feb. 23—Who said Junior? First and second Chamber of Commerce prizes. Feb. 28—Atlanta spirit versus Albany spirit—Boys’ basketball. Can we do it? Yes you bet, A. H. S. their scalps did-get.The Thrnnateeska March 1—’Tis sad but true, That before we knew, The Seniors “flu,” Boo, lloo! March 2—Sneeze on! Sneeze on! Juniors, Sophs and Freshies follow the Seniors. March 3—Teachers next. Oh, you flu! Supt. Brooks also. March 9—Our sports journey to Lanier High to show the Poets the best basketball team in the state. March 9—The literary stars at the request of the U. D. C. account for the ‘Civilization of the Old South.’ March 10—All out for baseball practice! March 15—Hurrah! Harold Todd makes All-Prep. March 16—Turn out for track, And prepare for the district meet. We’ll turn out a team that will Knock them off their feet. March 19—Freshman-Sophomore Y. M. C. A. social. March 26—Boys basketball banquet. Fellow players, we toast Coach Redfearn! April 1—Lost, one High School gong! Finder please return to office of principal and receive? April 8-9—Second Congressional District Meet. Great expectations. May 3—Have you seen the annual. Positively only one to a customer. May 17—Junior-Senior banquet. "And have we made the tale complete? Is all the company here ?” May 28—Oh, happy day! The Business Managers Down the street hustling with pen and pad Henry and Joe seek “to do” them for an Annual Add. They pop into an office, just to hear the boss say. “Get out. I’m too busy kids, to talk to you today.” Of Henry and Joe he may think he’s safely rid But watch them next day and in again they skid. One prgues his throat hoarse, and the other his face deep pink While the boss still looks doubtful f.nd says, “Over it I’ll think.” Out again into the street, they go from place to place Pencil and pad in hand and with determined face Will they get there? Yes, when the Annual’s a success Henry and Joe, retired financiers will seek a needed rest. Page Sixty-eightPage Sixty-nineTin■ Thronateeska Who’s Who in the A. H. S Best Athlete—Every memher of the invincible quintette claims the honor. Most Studious Girl—Tie between Veiti McLarty and Bessie Cleveland. Most Studious Boy—Leon Tyler. Most Popular Gir!—126 votes cast, every girl voted for herself. Best Politician—Randall Currell—three times e’ected president of his class. Best all round Senior Girl—Hazel Hall. Highest Flyers—Cousins Hobbs and Armstrong, aeroplane fiends. Geometry Sharks—Alla Walden, Pate and Johnnie Lee Williams. Best Orator—Frank Rowsey. Literary Stars—Mary Gillespie and Landon Clark—both of the first magnitude. Cutest Senior Girl—“Wee Wee” Hardy. Most Successful Financier—Isadore and Hippo—profiteering on sandwiches. Good Man—“Yankee” Todd. Cleverest Cartoonist—“Bookie” Lippitt. Tallest Boy—Giraffe Coleman—Six foot four and fat as a match. Tallest Girl—Montine Pinetree Hubbard. Biggest Liar—Election Managers copped the votes. Best Informed Student—Clyde Passmore. Greatest Philanthropist—The one who stole Miss Hunter’s padle. (Unanimous vote of Sophomore Boys.) Most Harmless Drudge—Currell, Rosenberg and Marks—business managers of the Annual Staff. Best Linguist—Ain’t never been decided. Biggest Flirt—The honor lies between Mary Louise Brown and Polly Reynolds. High School Chauffeurs—Lelia Joiner, Harold Todd, Lucile Fouche— Fares will be collected next year. Hot Air Artists—Exploded with the furnace in mid-term. Best Speller—Joe Rosenberg? or Eleanor Riley? Most Graceful Dancer—Hair-pulling among Junior Girls. Most Bashful Boy—Fred Ball. The Thronateeska Annual A. II. S. Bride—Mrs. Hugh Walker McClure (Lucile Johnson) Most Reticent Girl—Susie Silent Tolbert. Most Romantic Girl—Nellie Soulful Moody, Frenchiest Girl—Loucile Fouche. Biggest Dreamer—Marvin Pryse. Biggest Boner—Wilbur Owens. Biggest Talker—All girls forward! Most Accomplished Musicians—Dot White and Ruth Lonsberg. The Twins—Annie Blate and Josie Greenstone. Meanest Boy—The one who steals the Freshman Girls’ lunch. High School Clown—Not performing today. Domestic Science Girl—Marcia Slappey. Sophomore Star—Girl, Edna West; Boy, George Johnson. Chuhbiest Girl—Adella Jones. Human Interrogation Point—One found in each grade. Pink Tops—Judson Hall, Jessie Campbell, Henry Posey, Lewis Perry. Most Generous Girl—Bring out old Diogenes an dhis lantern-Ugliest Girl—Closed for lack of candidates. The One Who is Always Wrong—The other fellow. Perfect Pupil—Dead and Buried. Said the Freshman green as he entered the door, “How I would that 1 was a seasoned Sophomore,” While thought the Sophomore, struggling hard to pass, “I’ll star next year in the Junior class." The Junior striving with envious sighs. Thinks, “I’d rather l e a Senior wise.” Says the Senior sad. “’Tis hard to go away. Oh, that I were a Freshman again today.”Domestic Science and Arts The Thrunateeska A gracious welcome and the kindest attention is meted out to every High School girl from the youngest Freshman, timidly tipping around in the halls, to the most imposing Senior, if application is made to the teacher of Domestic Science and Arts in the Albany High Sshool. This department is well equipped by the Board of Education and well managed by our beloved Miss Pinkston, known as “Miss Mattie” to every student. The Domestic Science and Arts course covers five periods a week throughout the four years of High School- Freshmen spend their whole allotment of time in learning patiently to baste and hem, rip and pull out. With the vision ever before them of “next year” spending one period a week in actual preparation of food, and one in a theory lesson on the nutritive value of food. Always is there a keen but friendly rivalry between the Junior and Senior girls in the matter of Culinary skill, but of course Sophomores think they know already all there is to be learned about cooking and sewing. The tests of our skill are the public occasions for the display of our attainments. The Domestic Science Program in 1919-1920. The Football Boy’s Banquet. The Sophomore-Senior Partv. The Basketball Boy’s Banquet. The Basketball Girl’s Banquet. The Second Congressional District Contest. The Annual Junior-Senior Banquet. —Mary Gillespie. Was it Cooking or Arithmetic? Ardently had I longed for the day when we should make cake, and to my delight it was here at last. So I donned my best white apron in honor of the occasion and marched happily forth to the kitchen. I saw on the board, “Angel Food Cake.” Quite right,” I thought, “for Seniors to have Angel F'ood.” The recipe read as follows: 11 eggs. pi.t. salt. It. cream of tartar. 1 cup of flour. %t. vanilla. 1 Vi cups sugar. What a delicious cake that would make! But there came a blow to all my culinary aspirations. Miss Mattie was saying: “Now girls, we will use one-sixth of the recipe.” And not for the food of all the angels shall I ever have so much trouble again. I measured that one-sixth of one and a half cups of sugar at least a dozen times. Page Seventy-three The Thremateeska And Oh, it makes me sad even now to think of that one-sixth of one teaspoon of cream of tartar. Then to measure one-sixth of three-fourths teaspoon of vanilla. Horrors! After puzzling my brain for a half hour, I managed to measure all the ingredients, though I found it a positive strain to keep up with them without the aid of a microscope. The batter looked so smooth, however, that 1 began to feel better and decided that maybe the whole would repay me for all my labor in fractions. When the cake was in the oven, a lesson in scrubing and cleaning began. For once I became interested in the unpleasant dish washing—hot soapy water and a rinsing pan. Too interested, for after several minutes I remembered my Angel Cake. To my great horror, it was burned to a crisp, black coal! So all my fractions were in vain, and thus ended my lesson in Cooking-Arithmetic. Ilessie Cleveland Page Seventy-fourThe ThronatecskaThe Thronuteeska Foot Ball Team Coach Todd Cameron Gay Hall Smith ............ Sellers Pinkston Prvse ............ Miller Pate Hooten Chastain Smith Fullback and Captain Quarterback Right Halfback Left Halfback Center Right Guard Right Tackle Right End and Manager Left Guard Left Tackle Left Ends SUES. Ramsey, P.arbre, Milner, Brannon. Page Seventy-sixFootball The Thrunateesku The football season of 1910-20 commenced with many handicaps staring us in the face. The most overwhelming of these seemed to be the lack of seasoned material, as the squad contained only three men of any experience whatever. However, we had a good coach, and as the grit and determination of the boys were very apparent, we entertained hopes of developing into a fair football machine. For the first two weeks we practiced hard and began to round into some semblance of shape, when our coach, Prof. Howard, was called to other fields Hut this difficulty Was soon overcome, when Mr. llaygood Smith, an old football player of standing, came to our rescue. We improved steadily under his coaching, and won our first game, defeating Thomasville 6-0 on our gridiron. This victory was dearly bought, however, as Ilooten, left end and easily the star of the aggregation broke two of his ribs and was thus rendered unable to figure in some of the remaining games. We felt Hooten’s loss in our next game, losing to Americus on their battlefield by the score of 0-6. During the remainder of the season, although outweighed in every game, and playing under the handicap of inexperience, we made a creditable showing, as shown by the summary wmch follows: in Albany 6 Thomasville ... 0 Albany 0 in Americus .... G in Albany 0 Uainbridge ... 0 Albany 0 in Moultrie .... 3S in Albany 0 Americus 0 in Albany C Columbus - - - 7 Albany 12 in Thomasville 0 Albany 3 in BainbnMge .... 27 27 78 The half-backs, Gay, right, and Yesbik, left, were both excellent pla; ers, being of medium weight, fast and good ground-gainers. Gay was an adept at gathering in passes, while Yesbik was a hard man to stop when carrying the ball. Hoth were good defensive players. Had the men on the squad been in some measure experienced, we would have developed one of the best “prep” line-ups in the state, as the players for the most part, were fast though light, and in every case hard fighters. In tw'o of the games though realizing defeat, it was not acknowledged until the whistle blew for the end of the final quarter. Todd, fullback and captain, was heavy, fast and aggressive. Popular w'ith the men, the team was built around him. He was an above-the-average punter and also an adept at throwing passes, as well as being a quick thinker and consistent ground gainer. On the defensive he was a sure tackier and good at intercepting passes. Cameron, the quarterback, though very light, was exceptionally fast and a consistent ground-gainer on end runs. He was also a good tackier and was, in most cases, able to outrun the man with the ball. Pcige Seventy-seven fThe Thronateeska Ilooten, left end, could easily be called the star of the team, lie had experience and was an excellent p'ayer both on defensive and offensive. His paramount abi'ity lay in completing passes, at which he was almost infallible. Pryse, right end, although a consistent defensive player was weak on the offensive, as he was unab'e to get away for passes- Little Chastain, who took Ilooten’s end after the latter’s ribs were broken, was a good player for his weight. He was best on the defensive. Hall, who played right tackle until Cameron’s nose was broken in Moultrie and then switched to fullback, was one of the mainstays of the team. He was an excellent tackle but a better fullback. On the offensive he was essentially a line-plunger and on the defensive he made more tackles than any other man on the team. Pate, left tackle, was a good defensive player, though rather inclined to be obstinate, while Pinkston, who played in two games, was good both ways. Milner was a good defensive player, though not consistent. The guards. Miller, left, and Sellers, right, were both consistent defensive players and were especially valuable at blocking line plays. Smith, the center, one of the lightest men on the squad, was also one of the best players. During the season he did not make a single erratic pass. He was also good at stopping plays through the center of the line. The “subs,” Ramsey, Brannon, Barbie and Meadows, were all adapted to some position and were very valuable when called upon. Only three or four of these men will leave the school this year. Next year, with added weight and experience, the remainder will undoubtedly make a team which will bring victory to the A. H. S. —Marvin Pryse. Page Seventy-eightThe Thronateeska Page Seventy-nineThe Tlinmutceska Basket Ball Team Harold Todd. Center. Fred Ball Forward Marvin Pryse Preston Pinkston, (Capt.) Guard Joe Sellers. Randolph Armstrong Randall Currell, Manager. D. H. Redfeam, Coach. Puge Eighty m The Thronateeska Review of Basket Ball Games 4 Basketball has always been one of the strong points in the athletic activities of Albany High. Almost every year for several years we have had a winning team, and this year we began the season with the determination of upholding all previous records, especially that made last season of which the school is justifiably proud- At the close of this year’s season, we find that we have upheld, and perhaps slightly surpassed, any previous record made by quintets formerly representing our school. At the outset, we were fortunate, as Mr. Dan Redfearn, a prominent lawyer, at the request of the squad, kindly consented to act as coach. Mr. Redfearn had played university basketball, and was later a star forward on the Albany Y. M. C. A. team, which hung up an enviable record. We owe most of our success to his coaching, as he started with material of limited experience, with the exception of two men, and out of this rounded out a team of championship calibre. From last year’s team we had “Nappy” Pinkston, star guard, whom we elected captain- lie was the only man returned from the previous season. We were lucky to secure Harold Todd, who played the year before for Lakeview High, Chicago, as center. From last year’s second team we had Joe Sellers, guard, and Fred Ball and Marvin Pryse, forwards. About the middle of the season, Randolph Armstrong proved his worth and was annexed as guard. Captain Pinkston, heavy, fast and aggressive, was a tower of strength at his g-uard position. He passed well, guarded well, and in several instances aided in running up the score. Few opposing forwards were able to get away with more than two or three goals when guarded by “Nappy.” The other guards. Sellers and Armstrong, were consistent defensive players. Coach Redfearn alternated these boys at standing guard and they showed up well in every game. No forwards were able to evade them and both passed the ball well. Joe Sellers has been elected captain of next year’s team. Todd, at center, was the mainstay of the team. He is tall and heavy and outjumped every center he played against, and also far outplayed all of them. He passed well and was a good shot, but the outstanding feature of his playing was the phenomenal dribbling and dodging he displayed. Me was elected center of the Georgia all-prep team by Rentz. The forwards, Ball and Pryse, both played the floor. The Vest of the team depended on feeding Ball for many of its goals. Both men passed well, dribbled well, and were good shots and side-steppers. Ball was an almost infallible shot at foul goals and did all the shooting in this department. We played all comers and refused none. Coach Redfearn always distilled into the team the spirit of fair play. No opposing team has complained of unjust treatment by us or “dirty” playing on our part. The first ten games we won, and the last game, played against Lanier High, Macon, we lost by the close score of 21 to lfi- Puge Eighty-oneThe Thronateeska We closed the season with regret, thanking the school for its loyal support and appreciating greatly the work of Coach Redfearn, for whom there will be always a warm corner in our hearts. —Fred Hall. Marvin Pryse. SUMMARY: in Albany in Albany in Albany Albany Albany in Albany in Albany in Albany Al bany in Albany Albany -37 Omega ... 6 23 Americus - 9 47 Pelham - - - - 5 26 in Dawson - - 16 32 in Americus - - 22 25 Dawson - 14 21 Columbus - - 6 21 Bovs' Hitfh (Atlanta) - 13 22 in Columbus - - 13 25 Ft. Valley - 13 16 in Lanier (Macon) 21 295 138 Page Eighty-tuuThe Thronateeska Girls’ Basket Ball FIRST TEAM. Alma Williams, Center (Captain.) Edna West, Side Center. Louise Hudson (Manager) Guard Mildred Tyler Ilazel Hall Forward Lois Jarvis Page Eighty-three The Tlnonateeska Girls’ Basket Ball SECOND TEAM. Phillipa Delph, Center (Captain.) Edwina Brown, Side Center. Kathryn Pate Guard Gertie Lagerquist. Myrtle Tomlin Forward Alla Walden Eleanor Riley Subs. Mrs. B. R. Swint, Coach. Thelma Williams. Page Eighty-fourThe Thronateeska Page Eighty-fiveThe Thronateeska Base Ball Team Pitchers—.Joe Sellers; Harold Todd. Catcher—Mallory Lippitt, (Capt.) 1st Base—Walter Hooten; Randall Currell. 2nd Base—Leon Tyler. S. S.—Fred Ball, (Manager.) 3rd Base— Clifford Cameron. Outfield—Marvin Pryse; Ralph Smith; Russell Ball; Lewis Brannon; Henry Marks. Coach—M. B- Tolar. Page Eighty-sixThe Thronateeska Baseball 1920 With the basketball season brought to a close, we began to turn our attention to baseball, the national pastime. Everything stalled off smoothly, as last year’s equipment was still in very good condition and the diamond in fine shape, thanks to the fact that Joe Tinker’s team was training here. Also we had the good fortune of securing an excellent coach. Professor M. B. Tolar, of the faculty, who had acquired some experience in college baseball. The material was more promising than any for the past several years, and the candidates for the infield positions especially resembled real ball players. For the first few days Coach Tolar put us through the usual preliminary work, that of batting practice, infield and outfield practice, and especially of rounding into condition. By the middle of the second week, we began to show some semblance of class, as we had our eye on the ball when at bat and had eliminated most of the errors from our system while engaged in fielding. As to players, we had “Bookie” Lippitt, captain, at his old position of backstop, in which he far surpasses any other player in this section of the state. Two pitchers showed signs of having something on the ball besides a prayer, Joe Sellers and Harold Todd, the former a veteran twirler of the past two years, and the latter a member of the 1919 pitching staff of Lakeview Hi, Chicago, and who had proved indispensable in football and basketball. The infield looked especially promising, with Hoo-ten on the initial sack, Tyler on second, Ball playing shortstop and Cameron holding down the difficult corner. All were fast, fielded the ball well and all able to hit. The outfield looked rather likely, also, with Owens, Marks, Smith, Ball and Pryse as candidates and with one of the pitchers, when not serving in his nominal capacity, playing right field. George Miller will serve as second catcher. Under the supervision of Coach Tolar we have improved steadily and hope to hang up an enviable record, and even to rival that made by the basketball team of this year, if not to sui-pass it. Everything is in our favor, and if we are accorded the same support by the school and by the people of the city as we enjoyed in basketball, we will no doubt accomplish the end in view. Although our schedule has not yet been completed, we feel sure that it will be an interesting one, and that the teams included will prove very worthy opponents in every case. At any rate, we will be satisfied if, at the end of the season, we feel that we have upheld the year’s athletic standard of the best school on earth. Schedule 1920 A. II. S. vs. Bainbridge in Bainbridge, April 2nd. (A. II. S. 11—B. H. S. 2.) A. II. S. vs. Americus in Albany, April 9th. A. II. S- vs. Colum.bus in Albany, April 17th. A. II. S. vs. Bainbridge in Albany, April 23rd. A. II. S. vs. Americus in Americus, April 30th. A. II S. vs. Columbus in Columbus, May 7th. Page Eighty-seven n Sw-fai ffig ?Svj SCIENCE LABORATORY The ThronateeskaThe Thronateeska The Annual Staff Editors-in-Chief Ass’t. Editors-in-Chief Business Managers Literary Editors Athletic Editors Nonsense Editors Art Editors ( Landon Clark Mary Gillespie ) Dorothy White I Frank Rowsey (Joseph Rosenberg I Randall Currell I Henry Marks yFred Ball [ Vera McLarty C'yde Passmore ( Maude King Marvin Pryse I Mildred Tyler Mary Louise Brown Louise Hudson Hattie Hardy t Mallory Lippitt ( Agnes Davis Page Eighty-nineThe Thremateeska Jokes Ain’t no use in being a Freshman Y only get initiated Ain’t no use in being a Sophomore Nothing you do is appreciated Ain’t no use in being a Junior Dreading you’ll never know enough to graduate Ain’t no use in being a Senior ‘Ceptin’ you’re plum through, I calculate- Miss Hunter: “And you have no brothers or sisters?” Alla Walden: “No ma’am, I’m all the children we’ve got.” Miss Morse: (Rushing into Junior room three minutes late) "All those absent will please raise their hands.” Isadore: (Champion violin player), “I entered a contest once and practiced Annie Laurie for three weeks.” Joe: “Did you win.” Isadore: “No my opponent played, ‘Sousa’s Stars and Stripes For-evei-.’ ” Interested Fried: “Is your son a finished violinist.” Mrs. Prisant: “Not yet, but the neighbors are making threats.” Miss Ogbum—This makes four times that I have had to punish you this week, Clarence, what have you to say to that?” Clarence—“Gee, I’m glad it’s Friday, ain’t you?” Friend—What are you reading? Pupil—Atrocity reports of the various European nations at war. '.Friend—What’s the idea? Pupil—Inspiration. I am going to write a football song for our rooters. Did you cure that patient you had. Doctor, with the failing memory?” “I thought so at one time,,” replied the doctor, “but I’m not so sure about it now, he went away and forgot to pay his bill.” Fred: Thinking of next day’s hunt, “ I just love the smell of powder.” Lora: “So do I. Don’t you like the violet scent the best?” Page NinetyThe Thronatecska -----’s such a bashful fellow he cannot, without confusion, embrace an opportunity. Or hug a fond delusion. Miss Mamie: “Henry, you are to be suspended for two weeks.” Henry: “I’ll be dead if I hang: that long:-” Miss Hunter: “Mary Louise, who coined the expression, “Don’t give up the ship?” Mary Louise: "This expression was used by Commodore Perry at the Hattie of Lake Erie in the Revolutionary War.” Visiting Mother: (seeing green paint on the school steps) “Oh, who spilt all the green paint?” Sophomore Son: “That isn’t paint mother, one of the Freshmen cut himself. Mallory: “Why are the Freshmen real estate?” Landon: “Why ?” Mallory: “Because they are a vacant lot.” George: “I’ve been advised to read something deep. What can you suggest?” Mrs. Riley: “There’s Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea." Helen: “I thought you had Algebra last year.” Maude: “I did but Miss Ogbum encored me.” Todd: “Would you believe it, today was the first time I ever saw a patrol wagon.” Marvin: “Well, how did you 'ike it?” Todd: “Why, I was carried away with it.” Mr. Tolar: “Roys, is this perfectly clear?” ‘Taters (mumbling) : “As clear as mud.” Mr. Tolar: “Well that covers all the ground.” Pestifirous Soph: “What is the difference between an accident and a misfortune?” Junior: “If you should fall in the river, that would be an accident, but if you were pulled out, that would be a misfortune.” Mr. Tolar: “Draw two straight lines.” Ivory: Walks slowly to the board, and draws the lines. Mr. Tolar: “Why aren’t the lines straight?” Ivory: “Because they are crooked, ’fesser.” Frank: “What is influence?” Miss G: “Something you think you have until you try to use it." Lamar: “Aw shut up.” Walter: “You are the biggest fool around here.” Teacher: “Boys, boys, you forget I am here.”The Thrimateeska A green little freshman i:i a green little way, Mixed some chemicals up, one fine day. The green little grass now tenderly waves. O’er the green little freshman’s green little grave. First Freshman: “I’ve been intending to tell you something for a week back.” Second Freshman: “What.” First Freshman; ‘ S’oan’s liniment.” “Mr. Owens seems to be wandering in his mind.” “Don’t worry, he can’t go far.” Little Willie from the mirror Sucked the mercury off. Thinking in his childish error. It would cure his whopping cough. At the funeral Willie’s mother. Sadly said to Mrs. Drown, “ 'Twas a chilly day for William, When the mercury went down.” Freshie: “Miss Mattie, I can’t thread this needle.” Miss Mattie: “Why, dear?” Freshie: “Just as the thread is going through the needle winks its eye.” “Would you like me to insert a half-tone picture of yourself in the annual?” asked Landon. “Certainly not,” replied Hazel. "I don’t wish it to look as if the question of expense was considered in the slightest. Let it be a whole tone or nothing.” Teacher: “Oh Bobbie, you must’nt say you don’t believe in hell; That’s wicked. Its against the Bible.” Willie: “Wait till I get him outside, teacher I’ll make him believe in it. Eugene: “You say you never had any accidents in your life?” J. Hall: “Nope, a rattler bit me once, though!” Eugene: “'Veil, don’t you call that an accident?” -I. Hall: “Oh. no! He bit me on purpose.” Nappy: “1 wonder where I put my glasses?” Lora: “I saw- ’em somewhere.” Nappy: “1 don’t doubt it, That’s where I put ’em.” Visitor to the school: “Which is the best class in the Albany High School ?” Lamar: “Why, the Junior class of course.” Visitor: “Well, it may lie a boost for the class but it is a sure slam on the school.” Page Ninety-tuThe Thronateeslai Miss Morse: “How much time did you put on this Latin?” Marvin: “Oh, about a half an hour railroad time.” Miss Morse: “What do you mean by railroad time?” Marvin: “Including all stops and delays.” Soph: “What is the difference between vision and sight?” Wise Senior: “Call any girl out there a vision and she’ll smile on you. but call her a sight and you’ll soon know the difference. Miss Mamie: “Yes, they sometimes launder soiled money at the Treasury.” Todd: With sudden interest, “Can you tell me where they hang it out?” Teacher: (To young miss)—“Parse the next word kiss!” Y. M.: “This word is a noun used as a conjunction. It is never declined and more common than proper. It is not very singular in that it is usually used in the plural. It agrees with me.” Stude: “Professor, I think I just skinned thru that exam.” Prof: “Yes, I know you did, I was watching you.” Domestic Science Student: So great is its nutritive value that a man can live on limburger cheese alone.” Her father: "Well I calculate if he’s going to live on that stuff he ought to be kept alone ” Considerate Teacher: (giving exam). “Do any questions embarrass you ?” Randolph: “Not at all. sir. Not at all. The questions are quite clear. It is the answers that bother me. Miss Mamie (to history class): “What became of Rome?” Ed. McArthur: "It fell.” “What liecame of Carthage?” "It was burned.” “What became of Tyre?” “It was punctured.” Henry: “The book I just r ad said ‘The hero drank in her beauty.’ George: “However could lieido that.” Henry: “Through his eye-glasses, I guess.” Randall: “How do you like my new shirt?” Marvin: It’s a dynamo, isn't it?” Randall: “What do you mean?” Marvin: “Isn’t it charged?” Senior: “One might call that Junior luncheon rather subdued.” Miss P.: “I don’t see why.” Senior: "Scrambled eggs, mashed potatoes, and beaten biscuit, fol- lowed by crushed strawberries on shredded wheat with whipped cream.” Page Ninety-three The Thronateeska Lost and Found Lost—Somewhere between Broad street and Pine street, one ad for the Annual. Reward for return to Joseph Rosenberg:, Business Manager. Wanted—A little knowledge of Geometry. Any price offered. Edwina Brown. Wanted—Some extra height, will pay top price. Rival bids—Little Frank Rowsey, Baby Ball. Lost—Part of my dignity, liberal reward for return to J. L. Milner. Wanted—To exchange my expert Geometry for French pronunciation in perfectly good condition.—Alia Walden. Found—A voice unnecessary. Will sell at low- cost.—Ruth Boynton- Wanted—Fifteen pounds avoirdupois. Fat price assured. Montine Hubbard. Russell Coleman says he had just as lief quit growing as not. Richard Hobbs says that he thinks that he is improving, as he can even snore in French. The most progressive Junior girls have finished their course in painting. (Face painting). Wilbur and Frank think that they will take a chance at visiting 1 this year. Lamar Harper says that it isn’t quite fair for the High School Faculty to be late at a party given for the Juniors and Seniors, and next day keep us in for fifteen minutes for being late to school. Eugene Harris declares that he can’t sit on the girls side of the room—the smell of paint makes him sick. J. L. Milner thinks he will write a book on how to talk to teachers politely, and dedicate it to Joe Pate. A critical Junior says that a certain Sophomore young lady with her hair bobbed in the latest style looks like a telephone pole with a bit of fringe around the top. For Rent—One vacant room upstairs. Case of nobody at home. Ap- ply to Eugene Harris. For Sale—One dimpled smile. Supply limited; George Miller. Junior Sayings Page Ninety-fourThe Thronateeska Page Ninety-fiveThe Thronateeska HOW MANY MISTAKES DID YOU MAKE IN SCHOOL? Young Men and Young Women who have just completed their High School course, after finishing Academic and Grammar School work, looking over their years of effort realize that many mistakes were made; may be if the opportunity presented itself again the work would be done right this time. Don't regret the mistakes you made if you profited by them, for as one man of sound business judgment said, "1 wouldn't have a person working for me that didn’t make mistakes, for I’d know they didn’t do anything.’’ “They That Won’t Be Counselled Can’t Be Helped” and things are not accomplished by words of mouth, but by deeds of action. This Store’s progress is the result of concentrated energy, effort and a desire to give a full dollar’s worth for every dollar spent here—and a little more whenever possible. In this way only have we won and held the confidence of every person in this store as a safe place to buy apparel for young and old alike. ROSENBERG BROTHERS The Home of Good Clothes For Men and Women Bovs and Girls. Page Ninety-sixThe Thronateeska PROGRESS MARKET Phone 1174-117." THE BEST Beef, Pork, Veal, Lamb, Sausage and Fish All the Time. Fresh Vegetables and Fruits David Berg’s Sausage Salt and Smoked Fish PROMPT DELIVERIES buys as much at PIGGLY-WIGGLY as you can buy elsewhere for . . . Page Ninety-sevenThe Thrtmateeska Citizens First National Bank ALBANY, GEORGIA RESOURCES OVER $2,000,000.00 We Invite New Accounts, Both Commercial and Savings No account too large to be accommodated No account too small to be appreciated Special facilities for handling the accounts of women Page Ninety-eightThe Thrnnateeska LIBERTY THEATRE We outfit young men in outfits that Where the world’s biggest pictures with the world’s best stars are seen every day. With a musical accompaniment by the South’s finest orchestra. fit them for the outside world. “The Best of Everything Man Wears” Cohn Brothers ROBINSON DRUG CO. DRINK A BOTTLE OF It’s a Good Drug Store ICE COLD AGENTS FOR [TCherD-Colaj Nunnally’s, Page Shaw’s, Hotel McAlpin MORNING CAN 1)1 ES NOON Phone S7 ) NIGHT Page Ninety-nineThe Thronateeska Georgia National Bank OF ALBANY ALBANY, GEORGIA Resources - - $1,800,000.°° Where your account, large or small, is appreciated EFFICIENCY SERVICE PROTECTION Page One HundredThe Thronateeska Page One-Hundred oneThe Thrnnateeska CHURCHWELI S ALBANY’S MODERN DEPARTMENT STORE HOME OF Fine Qualities and Big Values IN Ladies’ Ready-to-Wear Men’s Clothing and Furnishings Dry Goods, Shoes, Novelties, Millinery 110 North Washington Street ALBANY, - - . GEORGIA Page One Hundred twoThe Thrcmoteeska THE YOUNG BUSINESS MAN We extend a hearty welcome to the younger element in business. We are proud to feel that the advice and cooperation of this institution have natu-rally aided in the progress of such men in the past. And we esteem it a duty as well as a pleasure to continue to foster their development. Georgia Bank Trust Company THE BANK OF PERSONAL SERVICE F. F. PUTNEY. President W. F. JEFFERSON. Cashier I. C. GORTATOWSKY. Assistant Cashier Page One Hundred threeThe Thronateeska R. DAVIS COMPANY The reputation which this store enjoys for the quality of its merchandise and the beauty of its assortments was never more fully sustained than in its line of merchandise for summer. All that is correct in style is offered in dependable qualities of Shoes for Men, Women and Children, and in Hats and Furnishings for Men. Your Patronage is invrcea Page One Hundred fourConsolidated Motor Co inc. DISTRIBUTORS OF Buick and Franklin Automobiles—Goodyear Tires and Tubes SERVICE! SERVICE! Hyatt and Timken New Departure Bearings. Yale Towne Carburetors for all Cars. Complete line of Accessories. REPAIR DEPARTMENT-SERVICE STATION We have always some bargains in our Used Car Department. Phone 219 208-10-12 N. Washington St. ALBANY, GEORGIA EHRLICH’S Albany’s Oldest Shoe Store Established 1868 SHOES FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY Hats and Furnishings for Men E have a complete stock of Diamonds, Diamond Bar Pins and Dinner Rings, Bracelet Watches, Brooches, Pearl Beads, Necklaces,Rings, Cuff Links, Watches. Watch Chains, Etc. Gifts of this kind, for birthday and graduation presents, are life-time reminders of each occasion. J. W. Gaggstatter ALBANY’S LEADING JEWELER Page One-Hundred, five The Thronateeska R L. JONES CO. THE QUALITY STORE For more than 50 years looked to as Southwest Georgia's most authoritative style center for Women’s Ready-to-Wear and Novelties, Millinery, Dress Fabrics and Men’s Furnishings. Page One HundredThe Thronateeska SERVICE! The service we render to our customers is prompt, honest and satisfactory, with a realization of having you get what you pay for. J. L. STANLEY, Dealer Dodge Brothers Motor Cars Phones 137 and 906-J Exchange Bank ALBANY, GA. Invites young men to begin right by placing an account with this old and conservative institution. 240 Pine St. FOR QUALITY: HOLLAND STUDIO Charleston, S. C. HOLLAND STUDIO Columbia, S. C. HOLLAND STUDIO Macon, Ga. HOLLAND STUDIO Albany, Ga. Liberty Pharmacy THEATRE BUILDING Most popular place in the city for young people. REDDING BINNS PROPRIETORS Page One Hundred sevenThe Thrcmateeska Farmers Land, Loan and Title Company D. L. BE AT II£, President 140 Pine Street Phone 130 REAL ESTATE FARM AND CITY LOANS RENTING Buy a Beautiful New Home in West Highlands—All Improvements—On Monthly Payments—Like Rent IF YOU WANT TO BUY—SELL--BORROW—KENT SEE OR PHONE US Page One Hundred eightThe Thronateeska Page One Hundred nineThe Thronateeska peachinqfeGovs C. M. RICHMOND, (iencrat Secretary W. E. JONES. Physical Director Jefferson and Pine Sts. Phone 704 Attention! High School Boys YOU and other boys should join the Y. M. C- A. It means a clean mind, a strong body and clean morals. Members of all the athletic teams of Albany High are also members of the Y. M. C. A. The “Y” makes real verile "he-boys,” red-blooded, aggressive and thorol.v alive. Can you win the “battle of life” if you neglect your body or morals while growing up? Answer this “ad” by joining this summer. See the secretary for rates and hours of activities. Barber Motors Company DISTRIBUTORS FOR OLDSMOBILE Parts Service Phone ( 78 You will see more Oldsmobiles on the streets than anv other car— except the Ford. OUR MOTTO IS TO PLEASE YOU Phone or call by for demonstration. BARBER MOTORS CO. Pine Street Page One Hundred tenThe Thronateeska Albany Drug Company PETRO’S PLACE PRESCRIPTIONS Everything Good to Eat QUALITY AND TOILET ARTICLES AND SUNDRIES SERVICE NUNNALLY’S CAND:ES PETRO STEPHENS Proprietor Corner Broad and Jackson Sts. FLOWERS Phones 1037-1038 DIXIE S. B. Brown Co. Shoe Hospital Albany, Georgia P. G. JOHNSON, Proprietor Clothing, Shoes, Hats Quick Repairing While Dry Goods You Wait " Buggies, Wragons SHOES FOR SALE Harness 247 Broad St. S. B. BROWN CO. ALBANY, GEORGIA 112-14 Washington St. Page One Hundred eleven The Thronateeskii Marshall Ice Cream Co. COURTESY ACCURACY PROMPTNESS Manufacturers and Distributors of HILSMAN DRUG CO. ICECREAM Successors to BKLL DRUG CO. Phone 301 P. 0. Box 455 PRESCRIPTIONS A SPECIALTY ALBANY. GEORGIA A (rents for Whitmans Huyler’s Candies NEW ALBANY BARBER SHOP Complete line of Toilet Articles, Cut Flowers and Floral Opposite New Albany Hotel Designs. J. R. JONES, Proprietor Cor. Broad and Washington. 234 Pine Street Phones 1011-1012 Haley Furniture Company Furniture and Housefurnishings "It's Easy to Pay the Haley Way” ALBANY, GEORGIA Page One Hundred twelveThe Thronateeska COCA-COLA -Trade Mark Cut In a Bottle DELICK) US- K EFRES HIN (i Always the Same Flavor, Duality and Purity Sportiiig and Athletic Goods Agents for the famous 1). Mj. Line Hasehall (supplies Baseball Shoes Hasehall Hose Tennis Rackets Tennis Halls Tennis Nets Tennis Shoes Bathing Suits, Ladies’ and Men's Bathing Caps Bathing Shoes. et« Skates Steele Furniture Hardware Company Headquarters for Athletic Goods WARD-KNIGHT CO. Edison Columbia Victor Phonographs AND Records Musical Goods Page One Hundred thirteen The Thronateeska | WARD-KNIGHT CO. Printers Musical, goods 113-115 Washington St. PRINTED »Y WARD-KNIGHT CO . ALBANY, GA- Pane One Hundred fourteen 

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