Clifton Springs High School - Cliftonian Yearbook (Clifton Springs, NY)

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THE CLIFTONIAN o serious-minded group of students with big ambitions. The only blot on our Senior horizon was the loss of three more of our classmates, leaving our number only nine. Our first achievement, this year, was the production of a one-act play, “Two Crooks and a Lady.” This was in preparation for the “Senior Play.” A few days later we again started out earnestly and with determination to earn the money for our Washington trip at the first possible moment. This determination resulted in a successful movie followed closely by several bake sales and a Hallowe’en Party, which proved to be one of the outstanding social features of our Senior year. Then the Senior play soon followed and did credit to the ability of the participants, though how could it be otherwise under the kind and able directions of Miss LeGrand? The play was closely followed by a campaign to sell holly wreaths, so that by the time the Christmas holidays were announced every Senior was more than glad to have some time to get a fresh start. We had nicely gotten started in our school work again when mid-year ZE exams overtook us, but, never daunted, we attacked our studies with a zeal which was overwhelming and surprising. The annual debate was put on for the Parent-Teacher Association amid much fear and knee-shaking, but it wasn’t as bad as we had anticipated it would be, and so with one more achievement left to our credit we were left to our studies with no more interruptions until the Easter holidays. At this point we had the biggest treat of our school career and one which had been looked forward to with much anticipation, “The Washington Trip.” It it beyond the power of description, but each one of us had a marvelous time. And now in the latter part of June come final exams, Class Night exercises, and finally comes the breaking up and separation of the Class of 1929. But as we have come to the portal leading out into life, the lessons which we have learned in our intercourse with each other will never be forgotten, and may we all endeavor to follow through life, as we have through our school course, our motto, “Quand meme.” OLIVE GRIFFITHS. DOROTHY WALTERS SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY Clifton Springs, N. Y., April 1, 1954. Dear Mrs. Morris:— So sorry I hadn’t been able to write sooner. The world has changed a lot since last we met, but I haven’t changed a bit when it comes to writing letters. Well, dear, I’m simply knocked into space by the way Clifton has grown, since I saw it last. You know I’ve been in Australia, studying “Applied Art” with the Bushwackers and I decided to come back for a visit to America, for a change of environment. I bought a special new Bat-Winged individual plane; you know I was lucky in getting it so cheap, only $1200. It’s all funny brown stipple to make it look fuzzy like a bat, and it is an equipped with radio and television. I think that there is something a little wrong with the raising lever or else I’m getting a little heavier. I do hope it’s the lever. Well, dear, it makes good speed anyway. I started from Australia on Tuesday and arrived home in time for breakfast, Friday. I met a storm on the way over, too. Well, to begin with, you should see Clifton’s airport. It’s marvelous. Clifton has grown so big that Clifton and Phelps have had to combine, and the airport is out beyond the place where the old reservoir used to be. And who do you suppose I found running the classiest plane agency in town? Why,

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4 THE CLIFTONIAN HISTORY OF CLASS History repeats itself, so says a well known and oft-quoted adage, so do not be surprised if our history happens to be in some respects much like a great many other class chronicles you have heard. There is still enough difference to give us a personality. On September 4th, 1917, 23 small children wended their way toward school for the first time. Albert Boss-hart, Doris Case, Lillian Smith, Elva Lannon, Victor Anderson, Solomon Be-helfer, Francis Burke, Elman Cowell, Stanley Glacier, Maurice Joyce, Alfred Morphy, Joseph Nairy, Elwyn Richardson, Lawrence Walters, Joseph VanDen Busche, Edward Walters, Lawrence Ostrander, Eleanor Williams, Mary Smith, Bessie Schantz, Elizabeth Raines, Ruth Peisher and Jennie Frank made up the first grade which later was to become known as Class of ’29. Of these students, Albert Bosshart, Doris Case, Lillian Smith and Elva Lannon are the only ones who are being graduated. Elva Lannon dropped out in the second grade, but returned to us in the third. In the fourth grade Olive Griffiths was added to the ranks of '29 and so the class remained through the rest of the grades. Four years ago, on the morning of September 7th, the Class of 1929 assembled, namely, Doris Case, Celia Fish, Marian Fox, Olive Griffiths, Elva Lannon, Mary Robyn, Violet Lannon. Ruth Schantz, Lillian Smith, Lois Tolner, Eleanor Wright, Elizabeth Sanders, Albert Bosshart, Nevill Cowell, Robert Goodman, Howard Hickok, William Lake, Maurice Joyce, Joseph Nairy, Elwyn Richardson, Joseph Peisher, Edward Walters and Lawrence Ostrander. It was at this time that Mary Robyn officially joined our class. Some were so enthusiastic they nearly beat the janitor and were obliged to wait many a long minute on the High School steps. That their enthusiasm did not cool under this preliminary trial is shown by the fact that some of these early ones are with us tonight. We entered the building with the proper amount of Freshman humility; our hearts quaked with pleasure at speaking to a Senior, while the mere mention of Cicero and Geometry sent our respect soaring to the loftiest heights. Of course, the spell has long since been broken; the trials and tribulations of these subjects combined with problems of Physics and other subjects enumerated in the Course of Study, have had their disillusioning effects. At the beginning of our Sophomore year, our class numbered twenty, which included two new members, Dorothy Walters and Herman Mark. In our Junior year, on April 23rd, we organized our class. The following officers were elected: Albert Bosshart, president; Elva Lannon, vice-president; Lillian Smith, secretary; Doris Case, treasurer, and Miss Greeney was unanimously chosen class advisor. The first thing our class did was to have a benefit movie, which proved to be a successful start toward our Washington trip. How well we remember working on the “Junior Float” for many days in Kemp’s garage. It certainly was a gala day when “The Little-Old-Red-School-House” appeared in the “Big Parade” favoring a new school for Clifton Springs. Then for several days no one could see a Junior in sight without hearing. “Oh, have you seen our new Junior rings?” Of course we all thought that no preceding class had ever had rings quite as nice as ours, and I am afraid some of us still think just that. Our first social undertaking was the trip to Owasco, the latter part of June, with the Seniors as our guests. This proved a huge success and a good time was enjoyed by everyone. Then we left school, delightfully anticipating the vacation, and most of us looking forward to becoming dignified Seniors in the fall. When we returned to our duties in September of last year we ' ere a very

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6 THE CLIFTONIAN little Herman Mark, himself. Dot was up, taking the kids for a ride in a new plane, when I came, but Herm radioed to her “to come on down and see who is here.” I didn’t move quickly enough, though, for she saw who I was in the television. Tney have a darling apartment at the new Sulphorium Apartments on East Avenue, formerly East Hill. Well, of course, Dot told me all the news. Why, you know, Olive is making a marvelous hit in New York. She has a position with the Ritzy Theatres, making all their settings for the best plays. She’s getting a wonderful salary—$5000 a week, and her hours at the office are from 10:30 to 4:30, and you know—do be careful, darling, this is strict confidence—but I hear she is going to run for state governor. Isn’t that marvelous? Oh, and Albert, why you know Albert is running a chain of 25 jewelry stores. Some of them are exclusive, like having just silver or glass in one store. Really awfully smart, you know, and I should imagine very lucrative. He has three planes. A triplane for long distance business trips, and two other sport and business planes. And a wonderful home on West Hill, now called Clifton Heights. Oh, Elva’s looking wonderful. She invited me up to dinner and showed me her home. Positively ravishing. You should see her “televox man” work. Does all tne housecleaning with the assistance of a smaller televox, which acts as a maid. Elva said she wouldn’t have that maid blow a fuse for anything. She’s taught it just how to do up her hair. She told me she and D'al and D’al Junior were leaving for their plantation in South America very soon, as he had business to transact down there. Oh, and Lillian, well you might know. Smithy is coach of the girls’ basketball team of the University of Missouri, and coaches the baseball team too. She wants me to come out and look her over, and I promised I would if I didn’t eat so much that I can’t get the “Bat” off the ground. Let’s see, who else—oh yes, Mary Robyn. Why you know, she is married —Mr. Lagenor, who has the largest dairy farm in the state. Absolutely wonderful place. Mary is leader of the Ladies’ Home Missionary Society, the Foreign Missionary Society, the Sewing Circle, the Women's Shakespeare Club, and just loads of things in her district, besides keeping her lovely Old English home and her family of four going straight. She’s very busy and very happy. Well, for goodness sake—yes, Wayne. WhJ, you know, he is in Noo Yawk Citee and they say he has an orchestra better and more jazzy than Paul Whiteman’s. Oh, they tell me he’s just slaying the New York audiences with his original compositions on the “Sax,” and he has invented a new adjustable one in all the keys imaginable. He’s coming to the Clifton Civic Opera Theatre in June. I’m going to be around to hear him, you bet. I hope I haven’t completely exhausted you, old thing. I’ll be down in New York, pretty soon, to visit you and see if you’re still up on your French, since you’ve got to be an old married lady. I’m wild to meet Olive, too. Imagine it—a future lady governor. Thrills and three cheers for Governor Griffiths. Remember how you used to yell about our generation going to the bow-wows? I bet we’ve been nearer to heaven in our planes than some of our critics ever got, but, my dear, I think it’s positively terrible the way the youngsters of today keep stunting in their planes right in the middle of the air way, and going up at night alone. I can’t see what their mothers are thinking of. Au revoir, “Miss Greeny.” I’ll be seeing you soon, and until then, don’t try any altitude contests. Love, CASEY. A young man who had never seen an ice cream cone before tried one. He walked outside to eat it, then brought the cone part back to the soda fountain, saying: “Much obliged for the loan of the vase.”