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

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Class Will The end is inevitable. It is writ in the sands of time. The day is drawing close when we, the class of January 1935, will pass on to the unknown. Therefore, we have prepared our will. TO MR. THOMPSON: We all leave our heartiest admiration. For one man to accomplish the impossible, as you have done as our dean, is the feat of a superman. We can repay you only by saying Thanks TO THE SCHOOL IN GENERAL: John Bigwood leaves behind a host of doubtful English teachers and takes with him that inimitable style he has for misspelling words. TO THOSE WHO ARE INTERESTED: Mary Sullivan wills her weight reduc- ing diet. A strong will power will see you through, she adds. TO ANY OTHER AMBITIOUS PIANIST: Selma Gold leaves the piano for noon hour recitals. TO THE INCOMING FRESHMAN: Jessie Hathaway bequeaths all her jokes. They couldn't have heard 'em from her. TO ALL WHO HAVE SISTERS: Jane Gardner leaves the advice to stay away when little sister has the chicken pox. TO DUDLEY DIGGES: Harold Chestnut, with a very sympathetic smile, hands over his president's gavel. TO JOAN STOKES: Eleanor Friedman bequeaths her dependability. TO JOHN FLICKINGER: Bill Pfeif leaves his ability to trip the light fantastic. TO EVELYN CONNOLLY AND MARION VVINCHESTER: Rachel Lock- erby and Eileen Corrigan will their Ruth and Naomi friendship. TO WALLACE VIETS: Alfred Kosberg bestows his report cards. Wallace, read 'em and reap. TO MARIE SUMNER: Kay Holmes wills her megaphone for future use. TO AUGUST SCHMIDT: We can only leave the request that he take over Wilbur Barton's ability in managing future affairs. TO BETTY SHARPE: Kay Garahan gladly turns over Miss Quigley's typewriter so that she may file her snails down on it as Kay has done for the past three years. C ass Will 'llllIIIIIIIIIllllIllllIIIlIlIllIIIlIIlIlll ' .nllllIllllllllllllllllll lllllllllllllllh..

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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

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Class Wi . -.T-11 WIlllllllllIIlIIlIlllllllll1Ill .illlllllllll Illlllllllllllltlllllfllllni TO CHESTER WINCHESTER: Marjorie Burdekin wills her lease on the making of future dance posters. TO JANE KALBFLEISCH: Ethel Kollath bequeaths her one-man policy for jane to continue. TO VVILLIAM NUGENT: Bill Mitchell gives his Terrace Guard jacket with the advice to please keep clean and polished. TO DOROTHIE DAY: Ann Kenyon leaves her I-made-it-with-my-own-little- hands knit suit. QWe thought it took Ann a long timeg Dot is still on the skirt she started last July., TO BRUCE WATSON: Harvey jacolick bequeaths his winning personality. TO INCOMING BROTHERS AND SISTERS: We leave our initials carved on the desks. TO THE SCHOOL IN GENERAL: We-all leave you-all Cpardon our southern accent, our loving dispositions. The time grows short. Our day of reckoning, Regents' Week, draws on us. We grow weak. Our hands tremble. Our hearts fail us. Oh, death, where is thy sting? Farewell . . . Farewell . . . Gladys Mudge Charlina Nicol ll