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

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THE CLIFTONIAN 8 it's the Yankee Stadium and the crowd is mad with excitement as they watch the Yankees defeat their opponents with a scoreless score. I can see a little dark haired man—it’s Louie Mark, the manager of the team. You will take a trip to another city—a great electrical city—Schenectady. I can see you being warmly greeted by a red-headed woman. Miss Quigley, the private secretary to the president of the General Electric Co., Carlton Dickens. A tall blonde takes you away and now I see you on your way to the altar. Marabel: Tell my fortune, too. Please tell mine. 1st F. Teller: You have an interesting future before you as well as an in- teresting past. I see you in companionship with a chaperon of a past party to che capital. I can see you standing before a small group, pointer in hand. You are teaching Latin in Brockport. Now, Mr. Daly, the principal comes in to observe you. You will go on a long journey. Yes, it is Paris. There you will find a long lost friend, whom you have difficulty in recognizing because of the white cap and cape. It is Helen Keating, head nurse of the Paris City Hospital. On your travels you will also visit the city of Palmyra, where you find another classmate, the Honorable Harold deGraw, accountant for a big bird cage manufacturing corporation. You will visit his home and the large family of which he is justly proud. I see another dignified gentleman. His hair is gray and he wears heavy spectacles on the end of his nose. This surgeon in the Cairo hospital for mummies is Dr. Sidney McLouth. That’s all I see in your cards—but cards never lie—never. 1st Fortune Teller leaves. Parker (going to 2nd Fortune Teller): You couldn’t find a good looking blonde in those cards for me, could you? 2nd F. Teller: Ah, a great and interesting future. You are surrounded by beautiful women. Many of them are gathered in one room and are waiting for you. I can see a sign which reads, “Dr. Parker Wright, M. D.” You will be called to Hollywood to restore a great star, Ethel Maslyn, to health, in order that she might finish the great film “Longing for Sulphur.” On your return trip you will stop in Chicago to see the renowned television star, Helen Whedon, playing Lady Macbeth. Black aces turn up—politics—and a trip to the nation’s capital, where you will file suit against Agnes Van Opdorp, private secretary to the president, for throwing all the bills concerning the medical profession in the waste paper basket. Ellen Madden: What can you see in the future for me? 2nd F. Teller: A life of adventure. You will travel much on the high seas as a ship nurse and as such will perform a worthy piece of work for the animal kingdom. In your travels you will go to San Francisco. You will meet a girl in the khaki uniform of a hitch hiker. The person looks familiar and you find that she is Doris McCormack, just completing her world’s hitch hiking record. You can use your nurse’s training on her to advantage. On your way across the continent you will stop at Reno and Mayor Ashley Macomber will give you the keys to the city. (Ashley was always ready to help maidens in distress.) You will visit the city of Rochester, Minn., where you will find a former friend, Alyce Miller, head of the nurses of the Mayo Brothers’ Institute for the Aged. When you stop in Detroit you will be surprised to find on a high building the sign “The Roth Aeronautical School.” You will also notice his latest book, “Us,” in all the windows. Ruth Buchan: Tell me what the rest of us will do. 2nd F. Teller: You are very musical. You will be closely associated through life with a blonde girl—Lucille Smith. You will both be teachers at the Buffalo Teachers’ College. As a member of the music committee you will take an occasional trip. On one of these trips to Rochester you will meet “The Motorcycle Senior,” electrical engineer in the F. W. Woolworth Store. In making a special trip to Yale University, you will be met by the members of the faculty. One of the men who will interest you most will be the professor of entomology, Mr. Wilbur DeVall, who is now trying a new branch of science as a hobby and has made a great success in proving that anything that goes in a northern direction is going south, and that up is the longest distance to any place that you have set your heart upon reaching. You will receive a very formal welcome as you make your way back to Buffalo. Stopping at Clifton Springs you will be escorted to the Academy of Learning by Mr. Lovette Hare, who in himself is the sole owner of the only Rolls Royce in the city. Oh, I see that your card reveals a sacret, which I nearly overlooked. Now let me look close. Oh, yes, you are a Senior of that very same school which in your present day bears the title of Clifton Springs High School. I can see a group leaving the building and can recognize your friends and classmates. The school has lost a worthy class, and it is doubtful whether the town of Clifton Springs can stand the blow. —WILBUR DE VALL.

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THE CLIFTONIAN LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT Townships of Manchester and Phelps, Village of Clifton Springs, County of Ontario, State of New York, Anno depressio, 1932. We, the undersigned class of distinction, “32”, being in the town of Phelps, county of Ontarioso, state of foolhardiness, do declare, publish, and make this our last testament and will, that is to say: 1— We bequeath to good old C. S. H. S. our out-standing knowledge yet due us. 2— To Mr. Hovey another revised and simplified key to Solid Geometry. 3— To Mr. Spencer a tub large enough to put “Chem.” students in next year when they mix chemicals. 4— To Miss Frantz some new expressions to use on the incoming freshman class. 5— To Miss Howard a book of traffic rules and hand signals. 6— To Miss LeGrand a book on “The Secrets of Make-up,” so that next year’s Senior Play cast will be half as good looking as this year’s cast. 7— To Miss Golden a non-tippable India ink bottle with a low center of gravity, to be used in her new position. . 8— To Miss Kane a book of rules of Classroom Etiquette to be applied to unruly Freshmen in Latin class—of course such discipline isn’t necessary in French classes. 9— To Miss Goodman a new Ford V-8, so that she can get to Study Hall in time to check Lovett tardy. 10— To Miss Trautman a slightly used bottle of Italian Balm to avoid those “red dish pan hands.” 11— To the hard-headed Juniors a book, “How to Train for Your Washington Trip.” 12— To the sophisticated Sophomores a private telephone line so they can converse across the study hall without disturbing the others. 13— To the revolting Freshmen the privilege of staying Eighth Period when they don’t have the time to get their lessons done in class!!! 14— To the study hall a time clock with a noisy bell to be punched when pupils go to the library. 15—To Mahatma Gandhi a new sheet and incidentally the privilege of acting as executor of this, our last testament and will. In witness thereof and thereby we have sworn over a dozen Bibles that this is absolutely our last testament and will, thereby revoking all such former documents on this the 24th day of June, anno depressio 1932. HOWARD ROTH, LL.D. Witnesses: “Babe” Ruth, Tom Mooney Samuel Seabury, John D. Rockefeller, Jr. Sam Nairy—(he was asleep at the time) o IT’S IN THE CARDS Scene: A Gypsy Camp. 1st Fortune Teller—Nan Quigley. 2nd Fortune Teller—Alyce Miller. Seekers into the future: Beulah Vanderhoof, Marabel Bennett Parker Wright, Ellen Madden, Ruth Buchan. What is going to happen to this gypsy band after Beulah: Tell my fortune, we leave here? 1st F. Tellei. The cards will tell your whole future. I see you in a business office in a great city, New York. I can see that you will have associations with other members of this band. You will read the name of Kenneth Squier on every telephone, for he will be the president of the company. I can see you in the midst of a great crowd, its at an opera and you are listening to Nicholas Milella the great pianist. I see a light-haired man and a tall building. He is pointing to the skyscraper and telling you that he will do even greater things He is the great architect, Mr. Hillyer. And again I see you in the midst of a great crowd;

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THE CLIFTONIAN 9 SLANTS ON THE FACULTY Principal C. W. Hovey: Well, he’s our new principal, and a darn good one, too, but in case that’s insufficient, he’s the one who speaks with a peculiar quirk of the corner of the mouth, and when he speaks at the floor to an audience it is on the rebound theory; and as we are told in Physics that the angle of reflection equals the angle of incidence, he can speak to any particular group or person and the rest hear nothing. Mr. Spencer: He could tell you much more about this rebound theory but he may want to use it himself some day, so let’s not be too pressing. Miss Cowley: “Dimpled smiles her true depth betray.” They say it takes the sunshine to drive away the clouds, and we’ve never yet met Miss Cowley without a smile. Mr. McCumber: He’s our bandmaster and he knows his business. Who else could get music out of those horns? The band members say, “He made us what we are today.” Miss Brown: She’s the “Outdoor Girl,” for when she’s not golfing she’s garden- ing. Perhaps that accounts for her attractiveness. She has attracted so many pupils into kindergarten that the class has had to be divided. Mr. Kasper: “He has “promoted” his new Senior “femme” already. We aren’t mentioning names, but we congratulate him on his choice and his way with the ladies.” Incidentally, he expects a crack girls’ basketball team next year —and why not? Miss Murnighan: “Tried, trusted and true” we say who know her, and what more can one say of a teacher? Miss Cook: Our school nurse is quite a “checker.” One can’t even be sick without her calling up to “check.” She’s quite a kidder, too, but in spite of these characteristics a good school nurse interested in our welfare. Miss Jones: “The Mystery Woman.” Of course we’re curious to know more about her and are jealous of her ability to remain so mysterious, for we think she knows more than she tells—perhaps. Miss Clark: “The Anthropologist,” or what have you? Nature study is her chief concern. She has a place in her heart for caterpillars, gold fish, moths, polly-wogs, and turtles—oh! what a heart! Miss Howard: We have quite fancifully depicted Miss Howard as Catherine the Great and as a horse-back rider in a “Just Imagine” column. Now we can do more than just imagine. We can actually see her driving her new “Chevy.” Miss Trautman: She’s the one big reason why the next generation of men will eat at home and like it. So, my starvelings, say good-bye to your tough steaks and sponge rubber cakes forever. Miss McAniff: In her little Ford, Miss McAniff drives. She takes all the teachers for a ride. Her sweet disposition is really a treat; And what a generous smile she gives students she meets. Miss Golden: Well, we swan, if it isn’t Miss V. L. G. popping up from nowhere and running smack into us, honey chile. Do you-all say smack down there, or is it smash? Just the same we-all wish you-all all the good luck in the world wherever you’all’s gwine next year and wish you-all was gwine stay with us-all. Miss Lamson: Wee little Lamson is learning how to “Reed” Another good Cliftonian deed, But we want to give “Bucky” a worthwhile hint— To clothe little Lamson, ’twould take a little mint. Miss Bishop: The entertainer. She’s not only an entertaining conversant, but also the “society bug” of the faculty. Suggestion: Maybe she’s wasting her talent here. Maybe her place in life is hostess at the Ritz-Carlton, or the Hotel Statler. Who knows? Miss Goodman: In the class room—“Neil, will you please be quiet?” Out for a spin with “Clem” and doing 65 miles per hour—“Oh, Clem, isn’t nature wonderful?” Moral: She’s a good teacher even if Neil is in some of her classes. Miss LeGrand: Quite small, yet a commanding character; quite humorous, yet serious on appropriate occasion. Altogether quite Napoleonic. Miss Kane: Just take a look at “Sugar Kane” Who Barney Google’s love has slain, She’s always smiling, even when mad— A teacher that Seniors are glad they’ve had. Miss Frantz: The sheet’s clean so far. Miss Frantz, but we’ll just have to write something down for you. We hope Miss Frantz doesn’t feel that way herself sometimes when she’s taking down names for eighth period. Although Miss