Mynderse Academy - Myndersian Yearbook (Seneca Falls, NY)

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f - »s The Alphabet at Mynderse A is for Adamy, Allen, Anderson; it stands for ability, too. B is for Burtless, Burley, Bishop—we’re speaking of Arlene now. C is for cleverness, Capparelli, Carroll and Clark. D is for Dutcher, and also for daring. E is for Ellis, eternally eager. F is for Fuess, following fast. G is for good—and, oh yes, for Green too. H is for Hughes and Hoster, happy, not harassed. I is for Irland. Then, too I’s for “it”. J is for jokes—you’ll find some in this book. K is for Kuneys and Kelleys; and, of course, it’s for knowledge. L is for Lee and laughter. M is for Morehouse, Morrison and movies at most. N is for (k) no (w)-nothings. There’s none in our class. O is for Ortino only. P is for Petersen, prince of physical educators. Q is for Queens; that’s what ’27’s girls are. R is for right, which modifies us. S is for sweetness, Stafford and Syron. Don’t leave out Stevenson! T is for thoughtful. That fits us all. U is for you. See, we’re not selfish. V is for Vogel. Oh, how we N. V. him! W is for the Williams, Wildner, Wilkes, Wilson and Wood. X is for xtras, of which we have none. Y is for youngsters—all underclassmen. Z is for zenith—that which we’ve just reached. I Pag' 23

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These Students expect to Join the Senior Class in June Nettie Burroughs Nettie is a good student and a good friend. Always ready to help, she has made herself well-liked by all who are at Mynderse. The only failing Nettie seems to have is lack of confidence in herself, but one day she’ll outgrow that, and then she’ll truly come into her own. We wish her much good luck after her graduation. Beatrice Fegley “Bee” “Wait a moment, girls. I’m coming.” That’s Bee. Bee’s a rare good sport and a jolly companion. Where she is, you’re sure to hear a laugh, for she’s a well of mirth, constantly bubbling over. She is one of our most colorful girls. Few would dare to wear bold gypsy colors, but Bee does it was a dash and brilliance that is quite the despair of the rest of us. But then, she is an individualist. William Fuess “Bill” It is very certain that Bill will never have to worry about a restricted vocabularly. He has often been acclaimed the silver-tongued orator of the Senior Class. Never at loss for something to recite he has filled in programs that would otherwise have been incomplete. Remember Bill’s rhythmic cheer leading and dancing steps? His ready flow of words and quick wits will take him far. Willis Thacker “Willie” Next comes our musical member, the Kreis-ler to be. All of us have enjoyed hearing him play his violin in our school orchestra. But, Willie, you must overcome your bashfulness; you know the best accompanists are of the gentler sex. Kenneth Waldorf “Kennie” Please don’t overlook “Kennie”. This talented gentleman is the future Raphael or Michael Angelo of America. He is a good student too, but we look for an artistic career for him with unlimited laurels. Page 22 I

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Senior Class History ¥ Four years ago, we shyly entered the portals of Mynderse, for we were mere “frosh” and needs must be humble; but we quickly united in a mighty league and chose Doris Wilkes to lead us through that unknown land, our first year. Very well she acquitted herself, and her reign was bright with gay festivities—the Hallowe’en and Valentine Day parties. So through the year we sped until field day came. There we took second place in favor of our sister class, the Juniors. You’ll admit no Freshman Class could be more tactful. Then came those days of sunshine and freedom—vacation days. Three months later, one crisp September day, our old band reassembled, and sophomore year had begun. Jack O’Brien, our chief led us through that uneventful year. A few swift months and then we were Juniors and Arthur Burley became our president. First the Hallowe’en party and later the Prom, gay with regal colors, purple and gold, brought us to the attention of the other classes. Field Day we let our little freshmen beat us; for wasn’t the gayest Prom in school history enough glory? Now this last semester is almost over and we feel a little subdued at the thought that we will soon be graduates, even though it has been gay. Randall Smith, our president and Miss O’Brien, our class advisor, have guided us through this red-letter year in which Nineteen Twenty-seven, has really come into its own. A Hallowe’en masquerade party started the festivities, at which the faculty joined us and vied with us in gorgeous and unusual costumes. Eagerly the Seniors made plans for their play, ’’Seventeen”, and carried it through to success. Then came Professor Losey’s famous lecture and recital. Who could forget his “Macbeth”? This was followed shortly by our Holiday Ball, which was a complete success even though our electrical effects weren’t as planned. Still the party came up to the best Mynderse traditions, and who could ask for more? Last comes “Myndersian”. In blue and white, for truth and right, We choose to tell our story. May this “Myndersian” ever be Resplendent of our glory. A.C.W.