Fairport High School - Hourglass Yearbook (Fairport, NY)

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THE HOUR GLASS 13 ing on VVest Avenue, on September 8, 1925. A happy crowd of Juniors l1ave just entered Miss Graves' room. Surely, they will be well protected under her guiding wing. There is something exciting taking place in the Junior Room all the time. In the first place, they organize as 1 class, Helen Hart being elected the President. Class colors, class motto, class flower, and class adviser are chosen. Miss Chesbro kindly accepts the invitation of advising the class. Stand by o11e moment please! The Junior rings is the main topic discussed in every corner of the building. YVhat a time! At last a beautiful gold and black onyx ring is selected! YVhen the rings arrive the class is the proudest ever, having the prettiest ring of any preceding class. The date of the Junior Prom is announced and everything is hurry and scurry , during the remainder of the Junior Year. Station F. H. S. signing off. Station F. H. S. at Fairport broadcasting from Room 17 in the High School building on YVest Avenue on September 8, 1926. Miss Hepinstall is busily engaged in arranging the Seniors alphabetically. On September IO, 1926 the first Senior meeting is held, under the leadership of the former president, Helen Hart. Officers for the class are nominated at this time. On September 13, 1926 the second meeting is held to elect the officers. ' Their first attempts at making money for their Vtiashington trip is sell- ing red and blue pencils, on which is printed the Football schedule. The class is soon enveloped in the magazine campaign. Success is its only thought! The class is divided into opposing factions, the Reds', and the Blues,'g at the end of the contest the losing side, the Blues,', enter- tain the Reds at a party. Great excitement everywhere! Christmas is drawing near and the Seniors scamper hither and thither selling Christmas wreaths. Christmas cards have already been sold. Such ambition is seen in this Senior class! Senior play rehearsals begin and many good times are enjoyed by the cast. Frequent parties after rehearsals occur, and one especially remains deep in their hearts. Tile candy pull at Gretchen's! Everything is be- smeared with molasses candy, feven the Seniors themselvesj. But this is only one of the good times that the Seniors enjoy. And then comes the night of the play. Clarence is a huge success. Of course on Senior Day every Senior arrives at school as a little child, each one receiving a toy from Santa Claus. - Ah! Yes! This group of boys and girls hold Baked Food Sales at Terpening's store. Then, too, the School Chatter is published weekly, each Senior doing his or her part to make it worth while. Then, the Seniors attempt something new and unique, A Silver Tea. A delightful afternoon is spent by everyone, enjoying the soft music, and the delicious Hgoodiesu, furnished by the Seniors. Stand by one moment please-. Station R. S. E. at Fairport. The Senior class, accompanied by Miss Hepinstall and Miss Chesbro, is departing from Fairport for Wiashingtonl Everyone is happy and gay. And then comes the end of the Senior year! Gone are the happy days with their loved Alma Mater. ' VVishing you a delightful a11d prosperous future. Station R. S. E. signing -off. Norma Ebert, Announcer. .

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12 THE HOUR GLASS THE SENIOR CLASS OFFICERS President ,,.... . . .Stuart VValling Vice-President . . . . . .Ivy Hoffman Secretary .... ..... J anet Reamer Treasurer . . . . . .... Leigh Greenfield COLORS Blue and VVhite FLOYVER Morro Iris Facta, non verba ADVISERS Miss Esther Hepinstall and Miss May Chesbro The Senior Class of 1927 was organized September 13, 1926 with the election of officers. Immediately the VVays and Means Committee began planning activities in order that the class might l1ave financial aid for their Washington trip. At first pencils were sold, then came the magazine con- test, Senior Play , selling of Christmas cards and holly wreaths, followed by Bake Foodu and candy sales, a Silver Tea and Tag Day . The Seniors have enjoyed many good' times as results of their work. Throughout the year, we have tried to live up to our motto. It is an old saying that busy people are happy people. VVe have gained much practical experience and worth while knowledge besides having many exciting times. Yes, the Senior year is not only the busiest but also happiest year in High School. LISTEN IN! Station F. H. S. at Fairport, broadcasting from the old red school building on West Church Street, on September 8, 1923. The poor, little, frightened Freshmen have just entered the building. They are at a loss as to whom they belong. Every one pushes by, not taking time to even notice them. How relieved they are when they see the smiling face of Miss DeLand! Their first day in High School is quickly ended and the passing months soon bring the end of that year. Perhaps they will 'be more popular the next year. Station F. H. S. signing oif. Station F. H. S. at Fairport broadcasting from the magnificent new building on VVest Avenue, September 8, 192914. The Sophomore study hall is under the supervision of Miss Mae Chesbro. Alas! Nothing escapes her eye! The haughty Seniors enter the study hall, not even recognizing the innocent Sophomores. Nevertheless, the time is passing on and some day they will be Seniors and then! Station F. H. S. signing off. Station F. H. S. at Fairport broadcasting from the High School build- s

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. 14 THE HOUR GLASS TEA LEAVES VVhat has become of Patsy Benfont, lately?,' said one of us, one after- noon at an Alumni Tea on the Syracuse Campus. It was just before the Spring vacation, and luck being with us, it happened that several members of the 1927 class of Fairport High School were gathered together discussing the good old daysn at F. H. S. ' Helen Hart had said, VVhere is Patsy Benfont? ' At her suggestion, I drained one of our tea cups and proceeded to discover his accomplishments. Ah,', I said, his dream must have been realized. At present he is a lawyer in New York City. The leaves predict a 1'OSy future for him. Very soon he will acquire great wealthf, So that was what had become of Patsy. Good fortune seemed to have greeted him at every turn. - At once I thought of the Bramer twins, Dad and. Lew , VVhen I looked at the leaves of the other cup, I found Dad the varsity coach at Yale. He had proved successful and had brought his team through vic- toriously. Closely connected with his life, I found that of Lew,'. He was the football coach at Colgate, where he was making a record, too. Both of them, still masters at their calling, were promising to become better each year. It had been two years since I had heard from Gretchen Edd-yg her ac- complishments proved most interesting. ,VVhen I had drained the cup, I found that she, too, was an individual of prominence. In the educational sphere, she had made herself nationaly famous as head of the department of English in the High Schools of Philadelphia. A higher position would soon be offered her which she would not accept because her heart ruled' her headf' Carl Young' still seemed to find favor in her eyes, but I could very clearly discern a rival. VVho would be victorious? Time alone would tell that. Pondering a moment, I thought, VVho else in that class had desired to teach? Oh, yes, Doris Crellin. She had wanted to teach Latin. The last that any of us had known of her was her graduation from college- magna cum laudef, Certainly her present activities would prove interesting. Yes, I found her teaching, and soon to become a professor at the University of Rochester. Then I found a fact rather unpleasant. VVithin a year, she would be seriously injured in some way. VVhat would it be? A serious automobile accident? She would be taken to a hospital where the doctor, Charles White, would be present. Then I saw three figures standing near him. One of these nurses seemed to be very tall. Doubtless she was Iona Diedrich. Then there were two others. VVho could' they be? VVhy I.orrena VVesterman and Mabel Brown, of course. Most certainly Doris would be well nursed. Then there was an orderly, rather tall and dark. VVhat young man could that be? Harry Mosher, said one of our group, and that solved the riddle. There together I found five members of our class. But just as in story books, she would be well, for the leaves told me that she would be traveling over many lands and seas. Still as true a friend as ever was Elberta Reed, with whom Doris would travel. If they were still as eager to travel and to see interesting places as they were on their VVashington trip, the ourney will hold many rare things in store for them. But they were not the only ones who had aspired' to become teachers, for the memory of .Ianet Reamer's longing came to me. I drained the cup and eagerly looked for a sign. There is wasg it was evident that she was not an English teacher, but an editor of a New York City paper. Could it be the New York Sun , or the New York Timesu? She surely was having