Nott Terrace High School - Terracian Yearbook (Schenectady, NY)

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History Repeats Angela turned disconsolately from the telephone. VVhy wouldn't her mother let her accept jim's bid to the dance? She surveyed the run in her stocking with a dejected air. I'm not too young, she muttered, examining her fingers curiously. Another hangnail ! she said. Moo-oo-oo-ther, where's the scissors? lVIother, she called again. There was no answer to her calls. I'll bet Mother went to dances and things when she was young, said Angela contemplatively. 'Tll have to get evidence or some- thing. Suddenly an idea surged in her brain. Up the stairs of the attic she rang up, up, up! She turned the key in the rusty lock, and opening the door, she rushed in, finally drop- ping to her knees before an old trunk covered with dust. She paused a moment appre- hensively. Then, gaining courage, she raised the cover of the trunk. A sea of cobwebs greeted her eyes. The dust flew up in clouds. She fancied she saw a mouse, but mouse or no mouse, she was determined to get what she had come for. She groped around hastily, her hand exploring. Angela grew excited. Yes, there it was-Mother's scrapbook that Angela had been told not to touch. Angela fingered the old, familiar sticker of blue and white on it, with the words-Nott Terrace. Just then she felt a silk ribbon and pulled it out. It proved to be a sash of bright blue, faded perhaps, but still retaining a tint that suddenly reminded Angela of Mother's eyes. YVait, something was pinned to it. i Angela peered at the paper in the gathering gloom. Slowly she spelt out the words Freshman Frolic, 1932-Girls' Gym+everybody bashful-boys all on one side of the room-girls on the other-glances across-daring Bill Pfeif and Gladys Mudge the first couple on the floor--then Mr. Thompson and Marjorie Burdekin. lllemo-Ann Richards0n's answer3to lVIr. Thompsonis request for a dance- I don't dance with strange boys. -Lovely time. ' X Oho!! ' she gloated. I think here's what I want. Angela turned a page. VVhat's this-a checkbook with a blue cover? Like the other souvenirs, this reminder of school days long past had a paper with a name and date pinned to it. This time Angela deciphered junior Prom, December 21, 1933-Harvey jacolick, escort-Checkbook forprogriimi-1Danced with Fred McCracken QThe next dance or I'1l put that escort of yours on the spotj-Harry Benjamin fMust I always remind you that I have the next onej-Ray Flis-Thomas VVarwick. A knowing gleam dwelt in Angela's eyes. Nlother had been a bowler-over in her girlhood days, hadn't she? The next souvenir was a picture. Angela looked closely. Yes, there was Dad. VVhat was he doing there? She read the title Class Play, 1934, 'Mr. Pim Passes By'. C ass History 'VEMMIIIII lilll IIIII IIHI IIIV' alllllllllwllllllllllllllllllll .::::::::::::::5::::::::::::::::::::::Eii5iE5h.

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Class History 'lllllllllllllllll lllllllllllllllllllllll' .udllllllllIIIIIlllllllllllIllllllllllllu.. The other faces looked familiar too. Wasn't that the Chestnut boy's father? Gee, her Dad was handsome in his days. Hope he didn't forget his lines and blush and stammer as he did the other night in the play at church. And if here isn't Mother's year book picture-and Dad's too. She put the book near her on the floor to take when she went downstairs. Another page of this memory-filled scrapbook was devoted to clippings from the Terrace Tribune. Here was an interesting one. 4B Dance with Billy Page's orchestra -Memo-Where were the 4B's on a night like this? Another clipping-Wilbur Barton elected President of the Students' Council. Wasn't he one of Mother's old beaux? Senior Class Officers: President, Harold Chestnutg Vice-President, Harvey Jacolickg Secretary, jane Gardnerg Treasurer, Ruth Taylor. Hm! What's this? asked Angela suddenly. Yes, that clipping certainly held interest-Senior Ball to be held at the Mohawk Golf Club. Memo-Wonder who'll ask me? Suddenly Angela heard voices below. Hastily gathering up the diary, the one remaining souvenir, together with the Year Book, she scurried downstairs. Halfway down, she met her mother coming up. Angela hid the things behind her back. Angela, her mother said sharply, where have you been? And what are you hiding ? just things, Mother, Angela stammered. Give them to me! her mother demanded authoritatively. Angela counted the pleats in her skirt as she handed her mother the things . She awaited her sentence. No sound, however, came from her mother's lips. Finally gain- ing courage, Angela looked up. Mother's eyes were tender, as without a word, she turned and made her way downstairs. Suppertime came and went, and Mother made no mention of the incident. But that night about 11 oiclock, Angela was awakened by voices, and creeping to the top of the stairs, she beheld a scene that stilled every fear in her heart that she would be punished for her mischief. She beheld Mother and Dad below in the kitchen, their chairs close together, and their heads bent over the things , Mother was saying, with a lilt in her voice, Dear, do you remember that last dance at the Senior Ball back in '35 ? Angela very, very determinedly entered the kitchen. Somehow or other she felt that perhaps her cause wasn't lost. She was going to that dance with Jim after alll Mary Sullivan Marion Swire