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

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l+'s in the Blood Today you, the Seniors of Nott Terrace High School, will experience one of the great events of your lives. Mr. E. O. Hoffman was addressing the January '35 gradu- ating class that was crowded into the small waiting room of the hospital. Now and then one could hear a faint giggle from the rear of the room establishing the fact that Wells Bill was telling Betty Bogardus some of his very best jokes. We are fortunate, indeed, continued Mr. Hoffman, to have been invited here today by Dr. Johnson. A relative of Dr. Johnson has invented a delicate microscope which, when a sample of the patient's blood is placed under the lens, foretells very accur- ately the career for which the person is best fitted. This instrument has been tested with great success, but this is the first time that any great number of people have been examined. Vincent Corbo, always skeptical, said he thought it must be a fake. The remainder of the class, however, showed their disapproval of this statement by immediately freez- ing Vincent with icy stares. At this point, a door, which led from the waiting room to an examination room, opened. Three doctors, one an old physician, the other two internes, stood in the door- way surveying their one hundred and sixty patients. First they seized upon a young man wearing a very bilious hat and escorted him into the examination room. He put up quite a struggle when his hat was taken from him, but he finally quieted down. Name ? Keigher-Raymond Keigher-Raymond Anthony Keigherf' At this point Dr. johnson left the two internes to their own resources and went to help the pulchritudinous Miss Ether, a nurse with whom Doctors Schmaltz and Burke seemed to be getting nowhere. Ray, getting up some of the courage which he displayed when he signed up for his fifth term of geometry, took the needle in the arm like a little man. When they had obtained some of the lad's life-giving blood by this method, they placed it under the super ultra microscope. Hm-, mused Dr. Burke, as he gazed into the instrument, if you don't mend your ways, young fellow, you'll grow up to be a jazzy drummer and no more sinister a fate has befallen any man. Thoroughly alarmed by the physician's words, Ray started to leave the room, resolving never again to keep awake the people downstairs by practicing drum solos at midnight. Class Prophecy IlIlllIIIIIIIIIlllllllllllllllIIlIIlllIll .nlllllllllllllllll lllll lllllllllllllllht 412:z::EEE:ESE::::::::::::::::::.::. I

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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

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Class Prophecy WI Illllllllll Illllllllllllllli llllIl ' ..........il'IlllUUll!W'!ll!l!ll!'l'l!'!'r,,,,,,,,,,,, l 28 l Wait, young man, called the doctor. I find poetry germs here, too. You'd better get the rhythm out of your elbows with a pen instead of a drum stick. Ray retired well pleased. Carl Landau then stepped up with the suggestion that they save time by taking in two or three students at once. Dr. Schmaltz, feeling very humorous, replied, No, we'll just take these internesf' Oh, young lady, will you kindly step into the examination room? What is your name, please ? Kathryn Shefferf' What is your father's occupation ? Well, I don't know what he does now, but I know that when he was young, he used to be a minor, she answered very quickly in one breath. H'm, I see we have a comedienne among us, mused Dr. Burke as he rattled the tray of shiny knives. Miss Sheffer's face never blanched. Now for the blood test, said he. With a sample of Kathryn's blood under the microscope, Dr. Schmaltz gazed intently into the instrument. I see you have great ambitions to become a famous detective, Miss ShefIer. That's right, doctor. Your last name wouldn't be Watson, would it, doctor ? Sorry, young lady, but if ever I can be of any assistance -1 Dr. Burke returned to the microscope for a second look at the germs in Kathryn's blood. I see two opposing sets struggling in your protoplasm, machine gun bullets and grease paint. Come back in a week, and I'll check you again. Then I can prophecy more accurately whether you will be a great criminologist or a great actress. The next victim Q perhaps I should have said patientj to be ushered in was that personage behind the scenes, the forgotten man, Harold James. When the two young medicos saw him, they realized at once that this was a difficult case, and that there was no time to be lost. Quick, Schmaltz, this fellow has stagiosa manageria. Get the Sloan's liniment. Schmaltz rushed across the room and snatched the telephone. Send an ambulance-quick, he shouted. You go right home and go to bed, advised Dr. Burke. Take a bottle of this liniment every day, and, if you're ever a stage manager again, don't blame us. With the colorful Mr. James off their hands, the physicians were ready for the next pupil to be examined. At this moment, however, in burst Billy Mitchell. It seems