Phelps Central High School - Highlights Yearbook (Phelps, NY)

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8 SOHOOL DAYS. interested in music that she had no time to think of other things. She used to play on a comb during the noon hour instead of playing? with her friends. If she did not take this instrument with her, she would have her brother make her a cornstalk fiddle because she could not get along without some musical instrument to amuse herself. At last she became tired of going to the little old school- house. So she came and asked permission to enter Phelps .High so that she could play on the piano. She was allowed to enter but soon found that she would have to work harder here. Cn this account. she gave up her music for awhile. But you can tell by her playing to- night that she has not forgotten her early lessons. . Our presentation orator also lives in the country. He used to go to school with our musician. He was by no means the best boy in school but knew what was meant by the hickory stick. He was always smiling at the girls and was more than pleased when one looked at him. Wlhen our musician started to come here to school, Edgar thought he had better start too. So they have worked along together and are now about to graduate. Another important person in our class is our Junior roaster. She is one of the two who began in the lower grades of this school. She has never worked too hard for her health because she has always cared more about the boys and about having a good time than about studying. Altho' she admired all young men, there was one especially whom she liked for some time. He was very often seen going down east to the Towns end. But for some reason or other, they grew less fond of each other and now she is waiting for the right one to come along. Our poet is last but by no means the least. It was down east on the Pine Plains where l l 1 L l i l class did not know this fact, until recently when one of our members discovered that she had so many admirers. This is the brilliant record of the 1908. f class of CLASS POEM. Auriel Harvey. lin a village of the Empire State, V i i i l she obtained her inspiration for writing poetry. lt is probably on account of licr poetic genius that she is the belle of the Plains. Qui' Is a class of Seniors, right-up-to-date. UNO victory without labor gained, Has been our motto, and our aim. ,Teasinff the teachers, we would not do, l i i av . VVe leave that for the Freshmen, you know. For Seniors, we Seniors, can't do such an act, Please do not question-it is a fact. ' In Latin, German,.Erench and Greek, VVe are considered quite complete: iVVith English and Physics, not far behind, , And enough mathematics to make us blind. l Nothing forgotten, nothing undone, Sometimes in study, sometimes in fun, Never dead-never late, lVe tl e clft of gl td ght f .1 C ss naugi v eiO' . Here mid pleasure and mid strife VVe learn the lessons of life. In the old school house on the hill, Khlhere the shouts of laughter are never still. And in the years of time untold May we reverence the purple and gold, And the good old-fashioned ways 'Which we learned in the golden rule days l COLOR SCHEME. ,Wlhen she tMiss Halll vvears blue she is very l bad, H ln white she's a little better, llut when you sec hcr wearing plaid, A Be sure! Don't miss a letter.

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SCHOOL DAYS. 7 -F11- THE FACULTY. little school-house in sight of her home, she studied hard and finally made up her mind to see if she could enter our school. This she was allowed to do on account of her sweet way of asking for admission. After she had started she tried to get some young manxuon a stringf, But all her charms failed to accom- plish this feat. Altho' she was sad at heart, she always kept a cheerful expression on her face. Wfe thought all her efforts were in vain until one day not long ago she came to school full of joy and hope for she had received a Post Card from some young man in Auburn. The Presidents of both the junior and Sen- ior classes seem to have grownfond Olives this last year. It is a shame they have not discovered their good qualities before this late hour. Our Treasurer has always lived in this vil- lage and started in the lowest grades of this school. Ry hard labor, he has pushed on until he has at last reached the top of the lad- der. He has always been bashful and did not dare look at a girl. If one looked at him, he would blush rosy-red. But he has gradually gotten over this. owing, perhaps, to the many class gatherings which we have had this year. lt is reported that one girl has already asked him if he intends to get married this leap year. But he told her he thought he would wait four years more. - Our prophetess commenced her school career in a country school house about a mile and a half from her home. She trudged back and forth to school, eager to produce more wrinkles in her brain. But her principal reason for going was in order that she might sit with the boys. XfVhen she came down here to school, she was obliged to give up th' pleas- ure on account of her father's threats. Here she has been very successful in her work, passed all her examinations, and now stands at the head of her class. Our class musician also started to go to school in a country school. She never studied much on her lessons because she was so much

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SCHOOL DAYS 9 x THE GRADUATES OF 'O8. CLASS ORATION. The Past and the Future. John Francis Needham. Wie stand with sublime connections with the Past and with the Future. Although the one is- irrevocable and the other is unknown to us, we hold the former by history: the latter we possess by anticipation and by hope. As we pause today upon the dividing ground between the two eras in our lives and look back over the varied experience of our school life, with its buoyancy and its pleasures, its rivalries and ambitions, its duties and generous friendships, we cannot avoid a feeling of sadness that comes with the thought of parting. There is however one thought which should be uppermost in our l dis uellino' the gloom of present sad-- has left a lasting impression and hearts. It pervades the of our natures. It has be- principle in our lives. It molds our characters and shapes our des- tinies. - Our life-work lies before us. A life of the our school days upon our minds inmost recesses come a guiding .highest endeavor can alone repay the debt v l l 1 l i i 1 i i i l i l l we owe to our Alma Mater. As we go from these halls into the battle-tumult of the world, where our mission is to be achieved, and our rank among men decided, she bids us take up the line of advance into the future and press with earnest purpose to noblest aims. The opportunity for a liberal education that have been extended to us in the four short years that are past, are the seeds that are to germinate and ripen into deeds. As the future beckons us on. let us follow with un- daunted courage ever bearing in mind our motto. Non Palma sine Laborei' which when mint s, . .1 5 g y ness and suffusing with a golden glow theltranslated into English is No Victory with- morning sky of the future. The influence oflout Labor.