Mynderse Academy - Myndersian Yearbook (Seneca Falls, NY)

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Mirth.” I his sounds like a scientific title, hut then “Bookie” studied distillation in Chemistry by which many strange things are accomplished. Margaret McCarthy had married an Austrian Count with a string of names a mile long. I won’t give his name because I cannot spell it. Prior to the war he had invested his fortune in American oil fields. After their marriage he and Margaret returned to his Austrian estates where they remained to devote much of their time and wealth tor the betterment ot the people. Cornelia Fegley kept the smartest modiste shop on Fifth Avenue. All her gowns like Helen’s came straight from Paris; and she, herself, went abroad each year to study Parisian styles and to give her order in person. All the famous actresses frequented Connie’s charming establishment, for the admirable taste, to which her own faultless attire always bore witness, never failed them. And what about William Dunham? He was a staid and solemn clergyman more eccentric than otherwise, for his congregation received the text each Sunday in the form of a cross-word puzzle which thev were obliged to solve. These obnoxious brain-teasers had gone out and come in vogue several times since the Reverend William had first become interested in them back in the twenties, but because they had never lost their fascination tor him, he was called the Cross-word Puzzle Divine. By the time each one had been heard from, it was necessary to scurry away to dress for the banquet which had been arranged for at the hotel. This proved as enjoyable as the theatre party that followed, and it was with infinite regret that I said farewell to the old friends with whom it had been my good fortune to spend a tew more mirthful hours. A little later as I settled down in the sleeper that was swiftly bearing me westward, I watted to the stars a fervent wish that the Fates would spin a future for the Class of ’25 as golden as their past. M. I.. K„ ’25. Junior Class History Oh, where are the Juniors? Why, right here in old Mynderse, where for three years we have been struggling with school books under our arms in order to gain the vast knowledge possessed by our revered superiors, the Seniors of 1925. And next year, the fruits of our labor will be reaped, and we shall be the envied Seniors, whose honors will, of course, greatly surpass those of any other class since the founding of the school. What glories await us studious Juniors! This brilliant group of wide-awake Juniors was organized as Freshmen back in '22 when a very distinguished member of the class, Wayne Reed, whose abilities are remarkably promising, was elected to the dignified office of president. Norman Comisky, who has since very reluctantly left the school, was chosen vice-president; Elizabeth Davis, secretary, and Ellen Medden, treasurer. Green and yellow (pardon us) gold were selected as class colors. During the first year we had a Thanksgiving party, held in the gym, attended by the majority of the class, and a sleigh load, likewise a success. Sophomores! We felt bigger, although probably we weren’t any larger at all. “Bud” Souhan assumed the office left by his predecessor, Wavne Reed, who them became vice-president. Elizabeth Davis undertook the responsibilities of treasurer and Ellen Medden acted as secretary. Purple and gold were chosen as our Sophomore colors. During this year we had a Hallowe'en party which, everyone remembers, some mischief-loving rascals attempted to spoil by scattering about an unforgetable odor. In spite of this daring performance the partv was enjoyed. Later that year, the Basket Ball Girls endeavored to have a sleigh load, but for some unknown reasons, the proposed sleigh ride resulted in a theatre party. Now we are stately Juniors. We elected Wayne Reed again as our president (he positively refuses to hold any other office) and became one more notch wiser and dignified. Emerson Moran has been chosen vice-president and promises to be very efficient in fulfilling his duties. Maynard Winkle is both secretary and treasurer. As a whole, we are a great class, full of “pep” and stick-to-it-iveness. We also shine in athletics. In our Freshman year we won third place in the Field Day track meet and last year we came in second. According to this order of things, we must naturally capture the first and foremost place at the next athletic meet. Having reached this important position in our careers, we have come to this sage conclusion—that the elevator to Success is not running. “Bov1” But, he doesn’t hear us. We must climb the stairs. I. I. B., ’26. Page 25

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Sophmore Class History One day not so long ago tlie Editor of the Year Hook asked me to write the history of 1927. We’re only two years old, almost too young to have real biographical interest, but I sat down to think over these past two years. What did happen? Well, back in September, 1923, I happened to be made president, and then came a time of planning for red letter days to make our Freshman year memorable. As F’reshmen we were the largest class in the school; and “the more the merrier.” We were merry! I think we had the most fun on St. Valentine’s Day. We decorated the Parish House with hearts, big and little, and with long red streamers as a fitting setting for them. There was pink ice cream and pink fro-ted cake as refreshments, because what party is complete without the fixings? After this gay affair there was a lull until the close of the school when we held our picnic! We surely had great fun then. That closed our freshman year. This year we are the more dignified Sophomores. Our class is much smaller now. Gilbert Knox is our president. We have been so busy that we have had no class parties so far, but we hope to have some tun before June comes. D. W., ’27. Page 27