Oswego High School - Paradox Yearbook (Oswego, NY)

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4 , . . ,-....,, g...-- 1 -'11-0 'PAR0l3'07i,'4f 'az With his own Mildred beside him-tell me, is she very Harvey? Do l see Marguerite Hartrick? Certainly, how could one help it? Never mind, Marguerite, you gallantly led our procession! Kack Johnson and Marion l-leilig, fthe inevitable men surrounding, Approach us. We hear a faint murmur, Oh, Buster, have a Hart! Anybody here seen Kelly, Kelly of the Emerald lsle? Which one do l mean? Why, our own cheerful lVlary, Always ready for Work, yet always ready for laughter, Mary C. is beside her and the third of the tribe, dainty Edna. Blessings on all of these, and three cheers for the name of Kelly! John Joseph, basketball hero, borne aloft by his comrades, Would he not make a better farmer? He is so fond of Barnes! Marion Bunnell Hunt, able district attorney, Our greatest wish is that she may prevent all future Lynch-ing. Why this nervousness, Benny? You must not bite your Lip, son. just glance at George McCulloch, calm, cool and collected. fTho at a former drama, l did hear, he had his Biddi-cutl. Here is a female King! Brilliant, worthy of her station, But-blessed be the little man who makes the alteration! Ruth, are you always sky-Larkin? Put on the chains and don't Skid! Edith Laurent is behind you-so quiet-don't scare the poor kid. Frances O'Connor is dancing with Albert, the Sheik of Oswegog Be careful, you're near a deep Pool, terribly clark and forbidding! Here are Alice Lavere and Ina Legg, with Ed and Phil chatting gaily, Though we understood they were hardly fond of roclenftls. Virginia MacDonald is with us, still weeping at leaving O. H .S. Charles Rowe, too, looks saddened and downcast- Things are not Wright any more! Here is a girl born lucky, Mary Minehan, natural curl, With her faithful comrade Smith, a very Pearl of a girl. Mildred Mahnke and Bertha Medlong carry a poster saying, Build .ip Your Strength with Vitamon Yeast, We are BEFORE and AFTER. Follows the third John Joseph, this one a studious Miller, Beside him the Pious boy, rapidly drawing-a cart. Here's Mugs Mylott, the jazz-hound, who Benz and sways with the breezes Toddling with Marie O'Connor, that staid and serene maiden lady. Eleanor Putnam and Ervia Rose are debating upon the divorce question. Zeke Smith plays a hymn on the organ, accompaning Helen Sayer's solo. Dave passed French Regents at last, and straightway must Russell Down to High School and Say it with flowers to Mademoiselle. Beryl Stacy is with us, as precious and fragile as ever, With her is Katherine Troy, descendent of that famous Helen, 219 W 01-cs cf--e-- 'az

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E :io 'f AR.0D0i 049' Here in a corner is Walter Babcock who's thought it a Long-year: Close by his side prances Harry with countenance Bland and serene. Here is C. Ena Aurelia, with ambition still guiding her footsteps, Aiming to be a great doctor, frightening the weak to submission. Ah! 'tis the noble invventor, fliugene !Vl. Clark is his cognomenl, Experimenting now on john Carmody Ctrying it out on the dogll. Here is a bevy of beauties, dancing to fairy-like music, Headed by lithesome Louise, of the bright hair and temper. ls it a violin l hear playing accompaniment? No, 'tis a drum, for a military band comes a-marching, Announcing Arthur the Meek, now a sport at Annapolis. Here is a Scotsman, l'm sure, he is so good at Hanley-ing, Allan MacGregor Davis, proud brother of a modern Happer. Beside him are Alma and Ruth, the modern Damon and Pythiasg And behind him, but hardly obscured, is the Cook of this dinner- Can someone kindly tell me, what it was that !V!argar-et? We have heard much of Stonewalls, but we ourselves have a Cornwell, Nor is the glory dimmed that the Dot is before and not after. Who is this Cunning james? l left out the --ham-thought 'twas Friday! Noble the Ford that's approaching, Noble the Houghton. within it, For he has filled the back seat with the girls of his chemistry class. We remark, See America first, but Clara says, UC. France! Dorothea Cwhat a monickerll Donahue, is shining forth now as a Normalite Here is our own Marion Gadbaw, the once famous jockey, Queer, is it not, that her win.ners are always named Leonard? Oh! l have skipped three or four of these cl ---- Us- !Vlary Teresa Donavan's chasing a Be-a-is this Mundy? What shall ! say of fair Francis, the terrible things he has Dunn? Nay, his past bloody crimes shall be kept from your innocent knowledge. On to Peter the Great, fCharles Flickl whom l still owe a penny, l trust he'l! never collect or charge interest! Here is a question, class-Was there meant nothing personal When we elected Cath Fletcher the Joke of the paper? Get off your Foot, you're standing on it, Kenneth! The Size of a Man. Answer--john joseph Flaherty: Large enough for us, is he not, class of '22? Here stands Albert Godden, banker-to-be, lnforming Helen Heagerty how becoming bobbed hair is to her. Whose is this mighty form, with the bobbed haired dame on his arm? She f!Vlarion Galvinj is singing On the Gin, Gin, Ginny Shore . Billy Grant is giving Marion Glassford a ride on his wheel, No doubt reading to her the interesting telegrams. Stanley Hendricks and Co.-Co. meaning the flivver- 319 ob-cs! cf-ef -

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ff, 0 'FA BQ' 15052 'az Only this Troy's in New York and not in the land of the ancients. Fearless Franklin Sinclair is jumping rope on the corner, Turning the rope too fast for Ina Wallace, his playmate. Shake hands with Marblehead Smith, whose Hup will get into the Moosh 3 He almost ran over Miss Wadsworth-a Dot is SO insignificantl But her brother protected her bravely1Three cheers for our own gallant Millardl We still have another Dot, whose eyes are deep purple Wells lnto which a pale White boy looks, and speaks of1the Boston plan! Alice Wright, the nurse, is now on a Case in Buffalo, LeMoyne Zimmer's gone on the stage and rivals French vamps in her daring. Last but not least in this class is the rear guard, Charles Lawrence Wiley, Known to his friends as Bub, the Jester-and all he should not be. All is ended now, the slams and the sugary compliments, All the horrible puns and the growing fear of cabbage: And as l reach at last the end of this boring oration Meekly l turn the last page and murmur, Classmates, l thank thee. Ill. Still stands the class that's departed, but far from O. H. S. Out in the world are its members, gaining the heights of acheivement. ln the heart of the city they go, some unknown and unnoticed, Others finding their fame in paths that are hard and perplexing. Still stands the dear Alma Mater, but under its rooftree Dwells another class, with other customs and members. Only along the shore of the mournful and misty Ontario Dwell a few that are left from the noble class that's departed, And by the evening fire they repeat their Senior class glory. Sing of a tale of completion in O. H. S., home of the happy. LUCY STEVENS, Class Poetess. Rx ,, Wi W, ,.,. -3.1 wg, -V. ,, . -'?,' 'iscssifacwisvif iuiivfifqf 319 OHS ff-fm 'zz