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

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29 THE CLIFTONIAN SACRIFICE She toiled and toiled night and day, That mother! All for her adored little girl. As yet only three and a half; The father had died. She spent her love money for shoes, All gold and silver trimmed For the child, While she toiled. Then the girl grew older The mother too, Yet she still strove for happiness For her. The girl was educated in college, She danced and played While the mother labored. Then one day She danced away from her toiling mother, On her light feet, Leaving her mother broken-hearted And heart-sick. She still toiled Saving money for the girl Should she return. She was taken away one day Never to toil again, To the God she had loved so long. M. ROTH SUCCESS Success is often made to stand With a torch upheld in her right hand. With robes outflowing with fine grace, And “ambition” written on her face. To some it seems but just a fable, To others she seems to be unable To give the joy that they desire, Oi help them to what they aspire. But I think he’s just a sly old man, Who seems to think it fun to stand Just out o.f reach, just out of sight, Which doesn’t seem to me, quite right. CATHERINE WALTERS, ’31 “The Wild Party” — At the Annapolis. THE PEACOCK PROM It was on Friday night, a week ago, We all went down to Phelps you know. It was a glorious night. That night the Juniors had the run Of everything and oh, what fun. It was a semi-formal dance, And how we all did whirl and prance. Everyone was happy. The music was played by the Rhythm Kings, And made us feel as tho’ we had wings. The girls each looked like a beautiful flower, Each one dressed in her favorite color, What a sight! The boys each dressed in his Sunday rig, Were quiet, subdued and very trig. The refreshments were served and enjoyed by all. Seated at tables at the end of the hall. That was intermission. Then as the hands of the clock reached one, The orchestra stopped and all went home. REBA DONOHUE, ’32 “SPRING” Along the meadow paths and thru the dell She passed and whispered low to them: “Let all those who feel spring’s unfolding spell. Hold out the sappy, sticky stem.” And every swelling stem of .flower and tree Reached out and took her lavish gift Of beauty, knowing it would loving be Yet grateful for the strong uplift That kept their faith alive, for well they knew God’s plan would never fail; that when The frost and snow and wintry winds were thru, “Spring” with her gift would arrive again. HELEN KEATING ’32

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28 THE CLIFTONIAN SARAH’S WISH Sarah was a little orphan Italian girl with no mother or father to love and be loved by. She lived in a large Orphan Asylum with many other orphan children. Sarah, with some of the smaller girls, slept in the lower dormitory, in small white beds close together. All of the children ate common food out of plain dishes, and when they played they shared their playthings with each other. Frequently kind people came to the orphan asylum to take a boy or girl home with them. Sarah longed for someone to take her, but they always picked out the beautiful children. She had no beauty, but had straight black hair and dark brown eyes which looked wistfully up at you. Sarah had no time to feel unhappy. There was so much to keep one’s mind occupied. Many steps were to be taken to help the matron. Many of the small children had to be amused and looked after, and she had her own duties assigned to her to perform daily, such as cleaning rooms, keeping tidy, doing dishes, besides keeping up her school-work. Sarah was willing, obedient and persevering, and by these qualities gained many friends. She was busy all day long. The little children in the orphanage went to bed at six o’clock, while the older children retired between seven and eight o’clock, when their work was accomplished. After Sarah had gone to her little bed, she would pray earnestly for some one to love her. Then she would make believe her lovely mother was sitting beside her watching over her. This gave Sarah much comfort, so she kept working more industriously from then on. Sometimes her mother would whisper kindly to her saying, “My little child, you are very tired. Close your eyes and I will remain close by you and protect you.” It was very hard sometimes to see other children go to homes, but Sarah always felt glad for them, as they were as happy to leave as Sarah would have been. So the days and weeks passed, sometimes quickly but generally very slowly to Sarah. Through all these days. Sarah waited and prayed patiently for the time when she would have a kind adopted mother and father. One day Sarah was sitting by a window resting, and thinking about her mother. She had just finished running on an errand and the matron, sitting next to her, said she might rest as she had been very obedient and kind all day. Soon a car drove up and a lady and gentleman, Mr. and Mrs. Welch, got out of the car and came into the building. As usual they had come for an orphan to be their child. The matron said, “What do you want her to be?” Sarah half expected to hear them ask for a beautiful child like Betty Wilson, with bright blue eyes, yellow hair and dimples; but instead the lady said she wanted a little girl, who would be kind and obedient to her, one whom she could love and be loved by. The matron looked up quickly and said, pointing to Sarah, “There is a loving child .for you. She has just told me she would like very much to have a kind mother and father.” So little Sarah’s great desire came true, and she went away from her dear playmates, with her new mother and father to their beautiful and happy home. AGNES ADAMS ’32 DRIED UP It lay between its grassy banks A rocky bed and sadly dry Revealing all its secrets now To the curious eye. Tall grasses took the seaweed’s place Slow turtles took the fishes The frequent mud spots made Them all the less ambitious. The sun beat down relentlessly Until its merciless ray. Forbade that any h2o Might be allowed to stay. As to the cause of this they say— Fishes malnutrition— Is that some fellow passed a law Concerning prohibition. A. WEIMER “The Fleet’s In” — One P. M.

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30 SHORT LAFFS Men without Women — Lawrence Norsen and Elwyn Richardson. Chasing Rainbows — Seniors in Washington. Her Private Affair—Marian Sweeney. The Saturday Night Kid — Betty Sullivan. Dangerous Men — Mr. Pierson and Mr. Spencer. The Cocoanuts — Louis Mark, Ash Macumber, Brad Bloodgood, Bob Goodman. Gold Diggers of Broadway — Mary Calteaux and Alice Weimer. The Son of the Gods — Charles De Bbouwt. The Vagabond Lover — Gordon Peters. “Only the Brave” — Public Speaking Contest. THE ALUMNI Some attempts have been made to form an Alumni Association which we sincerely hope will be successful. In behalf of the Alumni, both those at home and those whose duties still detain them, we wish to extend our best wishes and congratulations to the graduating Class of 1930 and wish happiness and success to the faculty and the new school. D. CASE. THE CLIFTON IAN “Framed” — 3rd row first. “High Society Blues” — Seniors. “Puttin’ on the Ritz” — Junior Prom. “Hold Everything” — Train to Washington. “The Grand Parade” — We beat Victor. Cliff (leaving high school)—“Goodbye. I am indebted to you for all I know.” Mr. Pierson—“Don’t mention such a trifle.” Orville’s fond father discovered his young hopeful reading a dime novel. “Unhand me, villain,” Orville cried, “or there will be bloodshed.” “Not bloodshed,” his father said, “Woodshed.” ATHLETIC BANQUET On Friday night, June 20th, the P. T. A. gave a banquet in the gymnasium in honor of those who had earned their school letters this year. Thirty-one letters were awarded to those who had taken part in some interscholastic contest. After the banquet Roy Wheeler’s orchestra furnished music for dancing.