Mynderse Academy - Myndersian Yearbook (Seneca Falls, NY)

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z ,Mpc f QQ ilio f t MQ ' Them nI1ets1an1931 o P I Q SENIOR CLASS I-IISTCJRY Freshmen! What memories that word brings to us! Four years ago we were those innocent people who believed the marble staircase was for our use, and that the high school World had just been waiting for our advent. But, how we have changed since our initial year at Mynderse, with Miss Eastwood, Miss Pratt and Mr. Davidson as our class advisers! They helped us through the mysteries of that organization period when we proudly elected Bill Edds first president and John Brady, vice-president. With our class colors, the dignified blue and gold, flying, '31 began to make itself known at Mynderse. The first of our activities was a Wiener roast at Recreation Field. Memories of that are slightly hazy, or at least smoky, but it was a fairly successful party. Next were two merry events in the gym, a Ha1lowe'en masquerade-with ghosts, tramps, clowns, and freaks invading the gym, and later a Christmas party. By the spring we were feeling bankrupt, so gave ourselves a benefit at the Fisher theater, our iirst successful financial venture. Sophomores! Here we found ourselves in care of Miss Vreeland, Miss Smith and Miss Cushman. A new freshman group had succeeded us as the evergreens of Mynderse. Perhaps we were not so carefree as in the year before, at least not all our energy was spent on studies-many of our class proved their mettle in athletics. Lee Giusti, Joe Anglim and John Morse made the boys' varsity basketball team, while Ruth Hilkert, Charlett Stubley and Ethel Hayes made the girls' team. Lee and John were also out for baseball and football, and Joe for baseball. Bud Miller and Catherine Fyfe were chosen as our pilots for that year, and they led the class through another Hallowe'en party. We again sponsored a benefit picture to insure our financial stability. Near the end of the term we gave an all-school party in the gym and 'a class picnic at Owasco. Two years of life at Mynderse were behind us. We were full-fledged juniors, proud, and eager for the activities of the year. We elected Catherine Fyfe as president, Ruth I-lilkert, as vice-president. This year Miss Miller, Miss Compitello, Miss Cook and Mr. Baker were our advisers. Seeking originality for our annual Hallowe'en party, we finally decided on ajunior Fair at which our guests could spend their money and enjoy the mysteries of the sideshows and the wild animal tent, or hear strange prophecies from our gypsy fortune teller. Vaughn Fegley's orchestra furnished music for' dancing. The student and faculty attendance made the Fair a great success. In the spring we made our stage debut, presenting a three-act comedy, The New Poor. This influx of Russian nobility, including the Grand Duke, Prince Vladimar, and Princess Irina, proved very entertaining, and Detective O'Farrell's Aha! was unforgetable. . The class had a jolly trip to Owasco on the Saturday of Regents week-a celebration which lasted until the last strains of the dance music ceased from the pavilion, when we piled sleepily into the bus, and started homeward.

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at is Ciba-jlllpuhersian-1931 ALMA MATER Proudly stands our glorious Mynderse, Beautiful to view, Walls resound with Words of Wisdom To each student true. cnonus Mynderse, Mynderse, Hear our praises, As each voice is raised, Glory to the Alma Mater Of our high-school days. Tender memories of our high-school Shall forever last, And our love for thee, dear Mynderse, Cannot be surpassed. CHORUS As we leave thee, Alma Mater, To tread paths anevv, Grateful hearts have we for Mynderse And her teachers too.

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are , as' 1 .. 1115 IJ e M n IJ e t 5 1 a n 1 9 3 1 . P ' - The crowning event of the year, our farewell to the class of 1930, was the Prom. Miss Compitello and Mr. Baker Worked with us steadily and the gym became an enticing garden with its colorful flowers and soft lights, later enchanting music, and the usual gay Prom crowd made the dance another perfect party. How quickly we had arrived at the coveted goal-seniorship! We found ourselves in famous room I9 with Miss O'Brien, who is not merely a teacher and class adviser, but a friend. We chose Bill Hamill to lead us through this last important year at Mynderse. The silver tea-dance was given in September at which the faculty were the guests of honor. Dainty lavender and yellow decorations, mellow lights, the glistening silver tea service, the gift of 1930 to Mynderse, and the gayly sociable crowd gave the gym an air out of keeping with its usual drab appearance. Nineteen Thirty-one was safely launched on its senior year. It won't Be Long Now, the senior play, was given November ninth and tenth. Miss Hathaway used two different casts for the two performances, a procedure which worked out most successfully. Following on the heels of the play was the holiday ball, the most beautiful party ever given at Mynderse. The gym became a forest of evergreens and fragrant balsams. The seniors and guests danced to the music of Chuck Hunter's orchestra, and re- gretfully remembered that this was our last social function as seniors. In Room I9 we have left a remembrance in a reproduction of the painting, King Lear, the original of which is in the Metropolitan Art Museum. We hope that future senior classes will brighten the walls with other pictures. Since there has long been a need for a tennis court available to the students of Mynderse, the class of '31 has contributed the first money to the fund required to build such a court on the athletic field. Before closing our history we must mention the MYNDERSIAN, for this tells the story of our years at Mynderse in the most complete way. In dedicating our book to Miss Hathaway, Dramatic Coach, there was a certain connotation in the name, that suggested another Hathaway, the famous Ann of Shakespeare's time. So we naturally thought that a Shakesperian art theme would be a fitting background for a book dedicated to one, a lover of Shakespeare, who is herself exemplar of the aft she teaches. Now senior year is ending and we are coming close to those five bitter-sweet days in our last week in Mynderse, Baccalaureate, Class Day, Commencement Day, Prom Day and Senior Dinner Day, and then there will be the long good-bye, and as these memories creep in to sadden these last weeks, we seem to hear Where, oh, where are the grave old Seniors? Safe now in the wide, wide world.