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

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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.”

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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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THE CLIFTONIAN 7 LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT We, the Senior Class of Nineteen Hundred and Twenty-Nine, of the Clifton Springs High School, in the County of Ontario and State of New York, being of sound mind and memory, do make, publish and declare this our last WILL and TESTAMENT in manner following, that is to say: FIRST—We direct that all our just debts and funeral expenses be paid. SECOND—We hereby bequeath all our personal property, such as it is at the time of our death, to the Junior Class of the Clifton Springs High School. We hereby bequeath our vast knowledge of Latin and French to Miss Florence Greeny of Stanley, N. Y., to be used by her in the instructing of future classes in said subjects. To Miss Ruby LeGrand, we hereby bequeath our vocabulary of English, which we request her to use as an aid to future classes in English. To Professor D. B. Williams we herefcy bequeath our ability to apply ourselves to our work. To him, also, we bequeath our knowledge of Geometry and Physics. To Miss Ruby Howard, we bequeath our brains which are to be used in the study of Biology in the future. To Miss Frantz, we bequeath our vast liking for Mathematics. To the Clifton Springs High School, we be-aueath our text books to be used as seen fit.. LASTLY—We hereby appoint The Junior Class of the Clifton Springs High School executors of this, our last Will and Testament, with full power and authority to sell and convey, lease or mortgage real estate: hereby revoking all former wills by us made. IN WITNESS WHEREOF, we hereunto subscribe our names the thirty-first day of May, in the year One Thousand nine hundred and twenty-nine. THE SENIOR CLASS OF 1929. By ALBERT BOSSHART, President. Valedictory: Our Educational Equipment Members of the Board of Education, Principal and Teachers, Friends and Classmates, here is just one more class pausing to say good-bye to you before we go forth into the great school of life. The Class of ’29 has come to the end of four very pleasant years, which you have all helped to make happy and beneficial. We feel we are leaving something precious behind us which we shall never find again when we turn our backs on High School. Indeed, ahead of us lies the “Great Highway ’ of adventures and conquest on which we set foot joyfully yet tremulously, but now we pause to bid you good-bye and thank you for all that you have done for us. One great man defines Education as a debt due from present to future generations. You have fulfilled that debt bountifully and we are grateful. The instruction given to us in High School is OUR equipment as tools are to a workman. It is the basis, the foundation of all our future projects, whether great or small. Graduation with its speeches and flowers is the ceremony with which we celebrate the laying of the cornerstone in our house of life. Education makes us healthy, happy, law-abiding citizens who are able to do our part to make the world a better place. Certain foolish people say they are “gonna quit school.” “What do we want of education?” What indeed? Here is Elbert Hubbard’s idea of the need of Education. “We need an education which fits a boy to get a living, creates a desire for more education, implants ideals of service, and lastly teaches him how to spend leisure in a rational manner.” Any boy or girl who has studied His-