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

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THE CLIFTONIAN 21 GRADE SIX The following pupils of the sixth grade have been on the honor roll the entire year: Anna Johannisson, William Manley. Ruth Lang has had perfect attendance throughout the year. Some activities other than the regular routine enjoyed by the pupils were making geography posters, painting boxes and jars, as well as preparing a history exhibit. At Christmas the class had a party with a tree and exchange of gifts. Valentine’s day was observed and correlated with the study of post office duties. The Valentines were duly mailed, stamped, sorted and delivered within our own class post office. A PUPIL GRADE SEVEN During the year we had twenty-four pupils in our grade of whom nineteen were girls. We enjoyed our “Morning News Club” since it brought to us many of the news items of the world, jokes and stories. We had the Health and Attendance Banners several times during the year. To observe National Book Week, posters were made and book reports given. We also presented a program for the P. T. A. consisting of talks on the care and value of good books and the portrayal of the book characters, “Huckleberry Finn,” “Peter Pan,” “The Old Fashioned Girl” and “Robin Hood.” For our part in the assembly programs, we presented a play “The Mended Day.” Our penmanship work proved to be very successful. Sixty-five sets of papers were submitted to the A. N. Palmer Company for their approval. All were accepted and awards were received by each pupil. During the spring months we enjoyed studying the birds as they arrived. Our chart indicated that we had seen sixty birds. These and many other activities made our year an enjoyable and profitable one. EIGHTH GRADE On September 2, 1930, twenty-one pupils entered the Eighth Grade. We had never had a man teacher and we were anxious to see what he looked like. When we found out we were well pleased. A few days later two more pupils came, making a total enrollment of twenty-three. After a few weeks we were allowed to use the gymnasium. This gave us a chance to rest our minds from studies for a half-hour. Once a week the girls go down to cooking class while the boys have a class in general science. We did not lose out for the want of entertainment. For the Christmas program Barbara Jewett, Lee Knapp, Jack O’Neil, Gordon Taylor, Rosalie Van Kerhove, and Victor Youngs gave recitations. In January we took Spelling Regents. In the same month the enrollment was reduced to twenty-two as one of our pupils entered high school. Then we put on a short play “The Absent Minded Professor,” which we had much fun practicing for. At the P. T. A. Founder’s Day meeting several of our pupils helped with the exercises. We have enjoyed very much taking part in the assembly programs. PUPILS THE SEASONS OF THE YEAR When the snow is very deep, And the trees are bent in line, That’s the time one likes to sleep, In the winter time. When the grass is growing green And ice cream costs a dime We all want to sit and dream, In the spring time. When the birds commence to sing, And the woodchucks start to dine. Every child wants to swing, In the summer time. When the leaves begin to fall, And school bells to chime, Every boy plays football In the autumn time. JACK CURRAN, Eng. I

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20 THE CLIFTONIAN loom. The design selected being that of Gene Linder’s. For our Nature work we have enjoyed Bird Study. Robert Weld was the donor and curator of the Polliwogs. Our 6 by 8 inch garden was planted with peanuts. Paul Wells bringing the unroasted peanuts for us. He gave each child enough for a few vines in the garden at home. We are all planning to watch the peculiar trick which this plant performs. For our records in School Banking we have the silver cup. The Primary Circus to close the school year was enjoyed by all and each child helped by assisting in poster making or as animals and trainers. The best treat of the year was the day in spring when the play ground was ready for our enjoyment. LOUIE F. BISHOP THE THIRD GRADE When school opened in September the third grade consisted of twelve boys and twelve girls. One little girl left us in a short time but her place was soon taken by Rheta Little. Later we were joined by Sara Murphy, so we now have a registration of twenty-five. If you ask these boys and girls what they like best in school, the answer of most of them will be, “Geography.” The have had an introduction to the Study of the world and its wonders through stereopticon views. We made a visit to the Sanitarium farm recently and their icomments on everything they saw—the kind of soil—the lay of the land—the care of the cattle—showed that they were applying the knowledge gained in the schoolroom to the things about them. These children read very well and have shown a great interest in the library books. We hope that this love of good reading may continue and grow with the years. For the Thanksgiving entertainment this grade dramatized “The First Thanksgiving,” and are now planning a dramatization of the story “Rose White and Rose Red” for the closing entertainment. At Hallowe’en the grade took part in the parade with the other primary children. after which we had a party. Audrey Snell helped to entertain us by dancing. A tree at Christmas time with gifts for all brought happiness. On Valentine Day we had a party and also sent valentines to the children at Oak Mount Sanitorium. We hope that this year in the primary grades has been a profitable one and that these boys and girls have acquired a desire for learning that will be with them through the rest of their school life and will still be with them when their school days are past. LENA E. COWLEY GRADE FOUR Francis Lapresi has had a record of perfect attendance. It was difficult for us to decide which subject was the favorite. We took a vote and Arithmetic came first and Geography found second place. We had a Valentine and Christmas party. Both were enjoyed very much. Early in the year we formed a Junior Audubon Society. This helped to motivate and interest the children in bird life. In retrospect we find the year a happy, industrious one. KATHRYN MacANIFF GRADE FIVE We have enjoyed this year of school very much, our work and our play, especially our study of Geography. It has been so interesting to study about New York and lots of fun to make posters and maps. At Christmas our teacher was very nice to us and gave us a Christmas tree and a Christmas play. We like the new school, the gymnasium, the play grounds, and tfae school band. We are sorry that Mr. Williams isn’t coming back next year. FIFTH GRADE PUPILS

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22 THE CLIFTONIAN STARS An uneven road led up the steep mountain, winding its way among the trees, outlining itself against bare cliffs, and at last, curving out of sight, seemingly behind the clouds, on the mountain top. Its path through the shadows was dimly lit by a faint gleam from the stars. Half-way up the road, a small car climbed laboriously toward the summit. Oftentimes, it was outlined clearly against the mountain, oftentimes it was plunged into shadows. The driver, his deep voice full of emotion, spoke, “Don’t you remember this mountain, John? This clump of trees looks familiar to you, doesn’t it?” No answer came from the lips of the motionless figure. “Think, John, think! You left two years ago for France. Your mother, our mother, John, gave up you, her youngest son; how she prayed for your safe return. You are her best beloved. You must remember for her sake!” The vague, expressionless eyes searched the face of the speaker and theu turned and fixed themselves again on the winding road. There was no light of reason behind them; the words of his brother could not pierce through the mists of his brain. The speaker continued, “You were hit on the head by a splinter and when all treatment failed, they sent you home.” The eyes were still fixed on space, seeing nothing, apparently lost in a world of his own in which silken threads held his listless senses in a mesh from which there was no escape “Oh God,” whispered the driver, “help me to bring him back. He doesn’t remember her or love her now. Help me!” Closer and closer they drew to the little white house on the mountain's summit, where a beautiful, old, white-haired lady, with a joyful heart, awaited the return of her baby boy. The driver turned in desperation to the youth beside him, uttering his words with sudden frenzied hope. “Look up, look up, John. There are the stars. The stars, John under which you and I have slept. They were your hope, your refuge, your dreams. We loved them together, John . . . .” Suddenly, the stars grew luminous, glittering, increasing in size until, at last they broke into a thousand dazzling diamonds. Red stars, blue stars, yellow stars, falling stars, shooting stars, fire stars, quivering in the air over them until at last they withdrew and faded back slowly into their places in the sky. John sat up, slowly, in the midst of the wreckage and looked wonderingly around. Remembrance flooded his brain—remembrance of his mother, his brother, and home. At his side lay his brother, crushed under the wheels, with a smile of triumph on his face as though he realized that the answer to his prayer had come in the shower of stars. C. WALTERS, ’31 DRIVEWAYS OF WATER I come down from a mountainous glen Drop by drop, and run to the sea; The ocean contains the stories of men, So what could you want of me? I have a power, that none can fence, And I force myself on my way; I am strong, beautiful, sparkling, immense, And I have a rainbow spray. As I come down to the ocean, dark With ages of time, I have a beauty, distinguishing mark, That wonderful rhythm of mine. W. DeVALL She — That’s a bum-looking watch you've got. What kind is it? He—It’s an “Orphan” watch. She—What kind is that? He—It runs “orf-an-on.” Miss Golden—If the National Gallery were on fire which five pictures would you attempt to rescue? Roderick—The five nearest the door.