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

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8 THE CLIFTONIAN oozy clay. We are beginning our Sophomore year. Our first chance at Dramatics comes at Thanksgiving time when we present a pageant. Of course, we are all struck with stage fright, but nevertheless, we manage a program and all live to hear the criticism. We spend the greater part of this year sitting in the harbor (Design Class) watching the new boat C. S. H. S. being built. Oh yes, Mr. Williams makes us clean off the Design table so he can decorate it with his pencil! June 1929—June Regents are passed. Wa are in the home port a while before we go on another stretch of our cruise. Juniors All Aboard! September 5, 1929—We are now beginning our Junior Year’s voyage. And in what splendor? The new C. S. H. S. steamship sails out of harbor. November 27, 1929—What Ho! ye lubbers and swabs! The day of Thanksgiving is here. What treasures are ye thankful for? Aye! Rich experience which shall make the days to come more full of joys and gladness than ever jewels rare and costly could do. December 25, 1929 — The icy north winds howl exultantly under the somber splendors of the sky. Landward leads the guide. The Christmas chimes ring out. Join in the revelry and the great feast of the voyage. The annual Christmas banquet in honor of the Seniors and Faculty and given by the Juniors is at hand. January 20, 1930—The dreaded Regents are again upon us. But long experience on this treacherous sea makes us unafraid. The storm will pass. May 29, 1930—There is sport in the fo’c’sle. The Junior sailors give a Junior Prom and later present “Singers in the Dark” which we must admit was all in the dark. We return to the home port. The Regents no longer terrorizes our crew. We are hardened sailors, expecting storms and welcoming danger, with its chance for glory. We gather the Seniors and the Faculty for a trip to Owasco. Then we have the honor of ushering at the graduation of the Class of 1930. Then we go on a cruise to Canandaigua Lake, where a most en- joyable week end is had by all. Soon come rest and the home port, ere we embark on the last long cruise. Ship Ahoy, Seniors! September 1930 — The “Wanderlust” instinct prevails again and the stately Seniors are now the commanding officers of the less experienced crew. Obedient to the call of our Captain, we forge ahead into the billowy path of glory. November 21, 1930—Forward on the main deck sit the crew enjoying “Nothing But the Truth.” The ship at anchor for a brief space, rolls gently with the breeze. We sail, and who shall say when we shall return? April 3-10, 1931 — Shore leave in Washington, D. C. But the days are altogether too short and soon they are gone and we feel as if we had been caught in a whirlpool. June, 1931—The journey’s done. The hold is filled with treasures rich and rare. No longer sail we as one crew. But may each Senior ever, sail o’er smiling seas and reach a fairer port because of our voyages together. DOROTHY BROWN A NICKEL’S VOYAGE A nickel once went on a voyage, Around the world it went, In fact, it saw so many things, To all it can’t give vent. From Washington the trip did start, And across the sea to Spain, From there it passed thru Gibralter Strait, And on to win its fame. The Hindoos passed the coin around, Though its newness soon wore off, Through a thousand Chinese hands it passed, But its pride was still held aloft. A monkey lost it in the sand, But it soon appeared in a sailor’s hand; When the sailor reached the United States, He lost the coin at the Golden Gates. JEAN VANDERHOOF, Eng. I

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THE CLIFTONIAN 7 CLAUDE GOODMAN “BEV” “I am very fond of the company of ladies I like their beauty, I like their delicacy I like their vivacity, and I like their silence.” President of Senior Class (4); Vice-president of Junior Class (3); President of Athletic Association (4); Senior Play (4); Junior Play (3); Wearer of Sportsmanship Button. Florist. ROBERT GOODMAN “BOB” “A smile or kiss, as he will use the art, Shall have the cunning skill to break a heart.” Basketball Manager (3); Baseball Manager (1-2-3-4); Baseball team (2); Wearer of C. Undecided. AVIS LITTLE “ACE” “An influence luminous and serene, a shining peace.” Glee Club (4); Prize Speaking Contest (4); Edition of School News (4); St. Lawrence University. ELEVERE BUCHAN “SISTER” “The noblest mind the best contentment has”. Salutatorian; Glee Club (4); Senior Play (4); Junior Play (3); Cliftonian Staff (4); Prize Speaking Contest (4). Geneseo Normal. ELOISE HALL “Fair as a star when only one, Is shining in the sky.” ELIZABETH SULLIVAN “BETTY” “Her eyes as stars of twilight fair Like twilight’s too, her dusky hair.” Basketball team (1-2-3-4); Senior Play (4); Wearer of C. REGENA REMERY “GENE” “Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe.” Valedictorian (4); Secretary of Senior Class (4); Senior Play (4); Junior Play (3); Editor of School News (4); Orchestra (1-2); Glee Club (3); Dramatic Club (1); Wearer of Sportsmanship Button. William Smith. History of the Crew As Freshmen We Board the Ship! September 5, 1927 — The Freshman Class, numbering twenty-five, sails forth. But what a difficult time we have getting started. It seems impossible to remember the captain’s words—“Last names come first!!!” and we ruin more than one passport. We think now, that we are true sailors but we find to our dismay that we are only to be used as servitors and deck scrubbers for the more experienced gobs. Our boat sails softly out into the blue. We have started out on the long, long voyage. What dangers lurk in the depths there? What treas- ures lie beyond that shore line? We are off; the ocean lies before us. April, 1928—We have returned home to participate in the “Big Parade” favoring a new ship—a bigger and better home for the C. S. H. S. mariners. But we are not home long; soon we are off again. June 28, 1928—Calm waters, summer breezes and the harbor at last. When our two months’ rest is over we shall be Sophomores. Our Sophomore Voyage September 6, 1928 — The land slips away. Our anchor has left its bed of

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THE CLIFTONIAN S President’s Address OUR MOTTO “Work conquers all.” In the first place, I must explain our attitude in adopting this motto. It was not because, as you might suppose, we like work better than play. But rather, because we preferred amusement to the school grind, our good judgments toid us that we must put work first. From the multiplication tables to the studying of resonance of sound, every step of progress has meant work-our Junior play, our Senior play, our selling of holly, our dances, and in general all our enterprises which resulted in our Washington trip and our graduation. For example, last year when we were Juniors, we borrowed a punch bowl to use at our Junior Prom. Everything went all right until it came time to clean the bowl. The girls worked so hard on the bowl, that for some unknown reason, it broke, and we had to work harder to get money to pay for the article. At last, we are about to be graduated from high school, and we are ready to enter into life, either in schools or in work. Everyone knows that no person can be successful unless he works hard to obtain success. Do you believe that George Washington would have been fitted to be the Father of our country, if he hadn’t worked hard to obtain the ability of leadership? Common sense tells us that it was necessary for Washington to accomplish much before real responsibility came to him. Almost one hundred years later Lincoln was struggling desperately with the Civil War. He was trying to preserve the union which Washington had established. Could Lincoln have met this crisis successfully if he hadn’t worked hard to maintain his better judgment over the judgment of men of lesser foresight? Work—mental and physical—has made great leaders. Do you remember that old saying, “Form your habits when you are young and they will remain with you”? We have tried to form good habits during our school life, and we intend to form more in the future. We believe in working hard and not giving up until the job is finished. We believe that in following the motto of our class through life, we will become successful in the end. CLAUDE B. GOODMAN THE REAL FOOTBALL PLAYER We are always hearing the praises sung, Of some backfield man who makes a long run, We hear how he charged thro’ a broken line, Or scored when there was left but a little time. We hear that one made a sixty-yard gain, And another played in the driving rain; We hear their praises all the time— But we never hear of the men in the line. We never hear of those who don’t run with the ball, We hear of their praises not at all. But they’re in there fighting and giving their best, While the praises always go to all the rest— But they’re the men who fight for all they’re worth, And who get their faces shoved in the turf, They’re opening up the holes in the line, That make it possible for the backs to shine. So when you read of some great back-field star Just give the linesman a part Of the praise that justly belongs to him. While he’s in there taking it on the chin. ROBERT WALTERS, Eng. I Captain Richardson—I thought you said you could catch flies. Ed—I did, but that last one must have been a bee.