Saratoga Springs High School - Recorder Yearbook (Saratoga Springs, NY)

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24 THE HIGH SCHOOL RECORDER stands them in glued stead. Among the opposition, or the ttMen,s Partyli we saw Hartwell Ciomhs, the uGreat Umeompromiser, and Max Finigel, who had sustained his reputation as an invincible diebater in the world-t'amous Finkel- Biffer debates. These debates were on the momentous question of nDid She Faint or Did She Feint? of course referring to Lady MacBeth, and of course again, having as the opposing speaker our old friend Mike iBift'er, now a portly Senator. Well, we have gotten off the track; mieanwhile, uJoe Tar was still rorattinlg, but suddenly his voice cracked, and at once a ncurlydheaided but rather sophisticated-looking little page ran up with a glass of H203 Imagine our surprise when .we saw the little page 1was Dick Leonard, and, or rather but-the liquid in the glass was not H20, biuit H2804! This was too much; we begged the medium to tune out Washington on his Crystalf and get us something else. Washington faded from our sight, and in its stead we saw a giant freight airplane plunging and reeling thru the air, and piloted be ttHeim Davine, who, ' with Bob Hinman as chief baggage-smasher, was making use of his ipiloting experiences gained in High School. Suddenly the freighter dipped lower, and discharged a large box into a small town on the Western plains, by the simple means of rolling it over the edge, causing it to land in front of a small country store,',where it broke and scattered its cargo of eggs over the terrain, injuring only two teggst. The sttorekeeper, wearing 'a red flannel shirt that just matched his anxger-inflamed face, rushed out and began to berate the pilots for their carelessness. His vehemonice reminded us of Fued Dunson's toildldebatinig form, and, upon bringing our vision closer, we found that it was indeed Fred. Poor Fred! Upon his heels there rushed on-3 of the weaker t0, sex, augmenting his attacks upon his annvoyers from above. This libtle lady, who proved to be our old friend and class historian. Ruth Hammond, had gone out with Fred as his wife to seek the great open spaces. A few miles farther on we saw the buildings of a large ranch, which upon further investigation we found was owned and carried on by a trio of former uamyp-fire girl's: Ella Carr, foreman; Flora Paul, head cow-puncheress; and Dot Costello, chief cook and bottleywasheir. So it was with this result that these three had wonked so hard in camp-fire lore in 1925! Also in this provincial western town we discovered another of our former classmates, now a schooI-teacher, in the act of teaching a class in history under a new system. He was sitting in a large and ctommodious arm chair before the class, and from the expression on his face no one could doubt that that Ameriean History was ttreading like a novel! Easy to tell who this was-Walt Gyngell! At this point the crystal ball began to grow misty, and we econcluded from this that there was nothing more of inetrest for us here. As it cleared again we recognized the palms and beautiful settings of Hollywood, Cal. Ah, could it be possible that we would find anyone We knew at this famous resort? We waited impatiently for the first revelation, which eventually showed us the setting for a great melodrama; tiQualityts Tireatft starring Marion Ericson, with Hermie Bloom playing opposite. History was re. peatimg itself; in spite of Herm'ws daily association with Marion on the stage, he still- remained true to the other 99.44'z; of his family,-to wit, videlicit, i. e.-Dot. Well, well, we might have guessed as much. And here was

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THE HIGH SCHOOL RECORDER CLASS PROPH ECY By Ruth Wheelock and Frederick Eddy We have arrivied. iBy Hwef is 'meant Hi Sen Ylovr, alias R. E. W., and He wears no manis collar, alias F. D. E., who, having become curious as to the wihereaubouts of our old classmates of S. H. 'S.et25, are now completing,r the first steps of our quest. The place arrived at is Sahar- emtoga, Egypt, the hang-oiut of the famous crystal-gazer, ttThe Rajah, in this, the year of our Lord, 1940. We were at once struck by the familiar sound of the name of the small desert town, but this surprise Was nothing compared to the shock which came when we found that the so-called tiRajah was none other than tiStanh Saunders. We first saw him stalking majestically towards us, followed by his harem, wearing a. utoga. Yet, in spite of his long flowing beard and turban, he was the same old uStan. He told us that the only reason he took up the in- dustry of medium was that there was more money in it than anything else he could find. Just like him-he was always getting money for some- thing or other back in S. H. S. - Having initiated us into the secrets of his tent, he bade us sit down beside the Magic Crystal Ball, by Which he kept track of his 'former minions otherwise known as -the class of t25 The tent was made dark and after the medium had muttered a few magic incantationis, among which was the mysterious HFair is foul, and foul is rftatirMetlhe 'crystal ball began to glow. And as its filmy contents slowly cleared, the first face that looked a bit familiar was that of Louise Casey. And-Wtrue to her old form, Lou was introducing an illustrious speaker at a banquet of the International Borrowers and Lenders Association, at Washington, D. C. When the auspicious speaker faced the audience after making profuse bows of acknowledgement, we immediately recognized him as nobody else but Kearney O'Connor, Who since graduation from high school had become so popular as a ttpeo-plre's man, that he had been elected president 0f the U S., on the Meal Ticket. Among the delegates to this convention were Kathryn Mulqvueen, E-mlily Lawton, and Clara S-chwa'ner, representing Psalm Beach, 1a.; Tom XSplain and Sylvia Stark, from Cumberland Road, Wis, and also Raymond Millwarid and wife, rnee Emily Longley, accompanied by their maid, secretary, encyclopedia, and financial adviser, Ewart Kellogg, these three delegates representing Quality Street, London. The members of this Association had assembled fbr the purpose of organizing in definite form their policies of forimeri years. As our medium told us that we could find some old friends in the Senate. we called up a view of that august body, and beheld an eloquent Senator rounding out a six-day span of filibustering on, the question of garbage dis- posal. We had no difficulty in distinguishing the active and expressive features of Joe Tanantino, who has been a political rival of the Hon. Donald Nichols, Senator from Gloversville, ever since the election of city officials back in 25. Among the extremely bored members of the Senate we discerned Vera Walcott and Frances McTygue, who, using their right of franchise. gained in the Bolyist Week Affair, had risen to this position as mouillders 0f the nations rp-olicies where their acquaintance Hi with History C probably

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THE HIGH SCHOOL RECORDER 25 further evidence of dramatic training obtained in S. H. -S., for we had no trouble in distinguishing two busy stagehands who were feverishly dashing about under the directions of a militant-loo'king stage-directoress,eas Hank and Frank, tWeller and McGirr respectivelyi. And there, running true to form, was- Mrs. ttM. R. R., the aforementioned directoress! Things here were so interesting and exciting that we did not want to leave this fascinating city without calling to view some 0f the comedy sets. However, we had no idea that the uGold-Nichols Co, Iukuh hamous comedy producers, had as its chief stock holders-Sara Gold and Irma Nichols, and as its star slapstick c0median-Charles Wilhelm! We could hardly recognize the latter, as he was on Location engaged in a custard-pie duel with WMad Madeline Ovitt, his leading lady. But to return to serious things again, we discovered that the ttshiek type of picture was once more in vogiie. Now who do you suppose this tall, sleekdhairetd, sophisticated, heart rendL mg Arab who out-shone Valentino as the sun out-shines a match, was? We asked Stan for a iclose-up and found the star of the silver screen to rbeeeHeim Forten! He was in the act of the final clinch of his greatest production, and the ravishing blonde whom he clutched to his solar plexus was to all air pearances, Dot Platt, altho we could have sworn she was a brunette in 25! Well, so it goes. Before our view xof. California was cut off, we discovered one more of our former actors, but he had not continued that calling. He was Harold Mc'Neal, who, having served his time as recruiting sergeant for the California State Prison, had now retired and was spending his leisure hours on a small farmkvcultivating Seed tlessi Raisins. Again the crystal ball grew dim, and when it cleared, the sight presented to us seemed strangely familiar. Suddenly we gasped in amazement. and there, before our very eyes, lay the old home town. We were wondering who had had the perseverance to stickiby the old fort for so long a time, and we were especially interested in the affairs of the High School. Here we found great changes had taken place. Student government had become so widely accepted and found to be so wholly efficient that there was no longer any need for Principal or Iteachers, except as a means for creating atmosphere. Mr. Haifleilgh could not bear the thought of leaving the 119W building, and so he still came to the office every morning, altho his entire work had been taken over by student office assistants. He occupied 9. mm- fortable wheel Chair and sat in the office now and then making suggestions as to how the work should be carried on. The real executive of the whole school was Mrs. Richardsonis successor, namely 1Dot Fitzpatrick, who seemed even busier than our former office secretary. Transferring our vision to the auditorium, we saw a play in the process of rehearsal, and there, gestilculat- ing with as much vehemence as Miss Smith had used, was Eleanor VVBSthJl. now a fullflediged teacher of elrocution. And, contrary to anything we C-ovfd have borne in 1925, in the auditorium, at the same time, the xorichestrta was blaring! forth its full volume under the direction-of Lil Vogel whose dulicet voice could be heard even above the base horn! And a glance across the hall into the machine shop revealed a busy iflgure clad in blue overalls industriously sawing off lengths of chalk for use in the school rooms. The intense concen- tration of the worker reminded us of Helen Ritchieis 01d policy of sawing woodft and a. closer investigation proved our supposition to be correct.