Clymer Central High School - Spotlight Yearbook (Clymer, NY)

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Jfaymatmeaghapaft HI remember, I remember How my youth floated by, The mirth of its December And the warmth of its Julyf, -Praed MALL good things must come to an end,'7 so goes an old adage, and as the last days at C. C. S. draw near, there is a feeling of regret as welt as of exuberance which will remain with us until we are but phantoms in posterity. Each person has had his own experiences and episodes over the years at school and it is all these incidents woven into a pattern of memories that enfolds faculty members as well as pupils. Such things as basketball games, assemblies, classes, parties, the Junior and Senior plays, and bits ol' humor and pathos, each seem important at their time. All have left a mark on our minds and character which cannot be erased by time or toil. And every teacher and classmate has left an, impression in our memories which we will carry on through, the portals of time. And after each has gone his own way to make a mark in the world, we can look back on this time of our funda- mental training and offer thanks that we were born Americans and educated HlVIid the hills of old Chautauqua. L6WhCl1 time who steals our time away Shall steal our pleasures too, The memory of the past will stay And half our joys renewf, -qMoore -+Paul Ten Huisen 'f,,g1aM5maD,e W6 We salute you dear old Clymer, As we leave you here tonightg Though we may be gone forever, You will know that we'll endeavor To make this old world gay and bright. We leave you Clymer forever, With our wisdom and knowledge gained from you, We have had our share of troubles, But from now on they'll he doubled, So Weill say good-bye to you. Composed for the Senior Class Hy Leland Swarm 24'

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L'laa.4,Jlia.to OF THE original eleven who made up our class in its infancy, only four remained throughout the twelve years. Ava King, Norma Newhouse, Carol Ton and Clayton Duink started in the old brick schoolhouse in 1933, and in 1937 we added 4'Tab,' Weeks to our roster and moved over to the new central building. In the fall of 1941 the Findley Lake students joined our ranks and our class then furnished a number of Hfirstsm for the school records. In the eighth grade under Mrs. Wassinkls direction we presented the play HElmer', with Donnie Laliose as Elmer, the mischief-maker. Little did we realize that Don would continue playing such roles for the next four years to be climaxed in the senior year by his 6'you'll be sorry in HAlmost Summer. How can we forget Jean Knowles, the typical Hdarky.,7 Scared as she was it didn't take her long to get under the table. It was our group which set the pace for class elections in the eighth grade, and with Wilbur Lookenhcuse, as president, we climaxed a successful year by going on the stage that certain night in June to receive our diplomas. During our Freshman year, under Don LaRose, we had to learn the many new things to be gained in high school. Of course, we all committed the usual blunders, much to the joy of the upperclassmen. Who will forget having io keep all of our books in the lockers and having separate home rooms for the boys and girls? But Mr. Bridges got tired of having to go up to the girls' home room to take the attendance for the 5 boys, so the next year the two groups were combined. Wilbur Lookenhouse was our president again in our Sophomore year. Class parties, basketball games, and other activities added much to the broadening experiences that were ours as high school students. That was the year when three social studies teachers drilled us hopefully, and finally, successfully for the final exams. We climaxed this year with a dinner and theater party at Jamestown. During our Junior year, everyone wondered if weid ever make the grade. all-lob-Goblin House, our junior play, made us work, but it was worth it. The long practices were tough, but we waited happily for what happened afterward. Remember when Phil got lost on the country roads, and at another time almost getting spilled out of the boat on the pond? The Junior-Senior Banquet at the Algonquin Lodge at Findley Lake was swell even though it did rain. Don LaRose as toastmaster ran true to form. Things moved smoothly under Jean Knowles, the president, and her work was rewarded by her re-election the next year to the same office. Twenty-six strong, we had a big year with both bright and dark spots. With Mr. Rogers, our homeroom teacher and lVlr. Miller, our class advisor, tffontinued on Page 391 , 23

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Front Row-H. Holten, A. Bensink, S. Grden, B. Martin, K. Groterst, B. White, Ll. Emory. Middle Row-S. Walford, H. Turck, M. Thompson, G. Boozel, J. Moll-K, G. Tewinkle, R. Beckerink, J. Thompson. - Back Row-B. Hurlburt, M. Wallace, M. Querreveld, R. Roush., R. VanEarden, E. Thieme, C. Yalko, M. Cady, Miss Walters lid., WE, THE Juniors of Clymer Central, are beginning to feel that our house of democracy is rapidly nearing completiong but the Seniors tell us we still have much to do before our building is finally constructed. We number twenty-eightg and We feel fortunate in having Miss Walter as our home room advisor who also acts as mother confessor and chaperon. Early in the semester We elected uBud Molk as the chief of our uncompleted tepee. Marian Wallace was selected as his assistant. Sophie Grden records our meetings, and Clara Yaiko keeps our pennies tand spends themlj. Kay Groters reports all our activities to the Editor of the Marogold Rays. Among our number may be found the renowned uDick7' Laliose, as- sistant manager of the basketball teamg MBud7, Molk, our biggest mischief makerg HButch,' Querreveld, Njinf' Thompson, Merle Thompson, and uNorm7' Kress, our future uhigh point meng Audrey Bensink, cheerieaderg Myrtle Cady, assistant director of the junior playg Betty Huriburt, the invalidg Marvel Cheney, cheerleaderg and Slaney Walford, the future chemist. As we look back on our junior year we'll always remember . . . Merle Thompson standing in the corner during Mr. Brownis 4th period study hall . . . how We were scolded for a Whole period in English lil class for calling Miss Walter MTeach.', . . . how the senior girls took us over during the first basketball game, but how badly we beat them the following week. 25