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

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THE HIGH SCHOOL RECORDER 5 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 1925 By Ruth Hammond In September of 1921, the Old High School on Lake Avenue awoke from its summer nap to find itself overrun by a thick verdant growth which shot up vigorously, even getting in the way of the hardier plants. This new sipecimen finally found its place and tagged itself HFreshmen. All of the new comers in 1921 were not verdant, however, for with them arrived Mr. Haifleiigh, head gardener, and several new assistant gardeners to endure the igrum'blings and groanings of the old building. Through careful cultivation the uFreshman plants found their way through the soil and won recognition when under the leadership of their president, Don Nichols, they gave their first party. By the fall of 1922 the verdant objects of the year before had advanced to the Sophomore stage of their existence. This year Frederick Eddy had the honor of class president bestowed upon him. By September, 1923, we reached the Junior age, happy, in spite of the many disparaging remarks heard on all sides about the worn out condition of our garden spot and its lack of equipments, etc. Great consternation was experienced, never the less, when on Saturday, October 27, our old home floated skyw'ard in flame and smoke. Then was proved the efficiency of our gardeners and sturdiiness of the plants. There was no time for care- ful transplanting, nevertheless the Wednesday followimg found the plants taking root at Number 4 School. Don Nichols became Junior President. Under his direction the tender buds were labeled by means of a new standard class ring and a blue and grey banner, the work of Mrs. Nichols, a kind patroness of our garden. This splendid banner, which was used for the Junior Prom and for many events since, has been the admiration of all our guests. ' After three years of development in the High School garden, the fall of 1924 showed us a distinguished group-Seniors, with Stanley Saunders as president. ' In November we were moved to such a glorious garden, the new Saratoga Springs High School, that the pleasure of our eventual blossoming into gradu- ates is lessened by our regret at leaving. Methinks the roots of love for S. H. S. will always hold. In our new home we have done some real work. We hope to go on record as a financial success in publishing this school journal. We go to press with a commendable balance. Never was The Recorder a better school paper. That the treasury of 1925 is sound is proved by a decision of the class to leave one hundred dollars to the school tor a yearly prize Iof five dollars in science, should the ibalvance after all bills are paid warrant the gift. Under the careful direction of Miss Smith and nandl cionscienti-ows work of the cast, the Senior play tiQuality Street was a splendid success, proving the fitness wet the new auditorium for dramatic events. We have yet to look forward to the Senior Ball, Class Day and Com- mencement which will be a garden show of which to be proud. HeIe we shall listen with pride to the valedictony essay of Ewart Kellogg, and the salutaitory essay of Alice Splain, two ibrilliant blossoms. Never has there been-never will there be a graduation just like ours- we go dgwn in history as the first class graduated from the new Saratoga Springs High School.

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THE HIGH SCHOOL RECORDER CLASS POEM Out of the house of youth we have gone And the evening is falling oter us Low in the west is the setting sun tOurt in the world are deeds to be donet And the long white roa'd lies before us. What do we hear that makes us shout As we wait while the night is fallimg? The blast of a trumpet ringing wt to: a joyous venture singing ou'U And the long white road calling. What do we feel that makes us sing While the sun its couch is finding? Joy in the gifts that tomorrow will bring tWh'o dares to Ldread what tomorrow will bringD With the long white road Winding. What do, we dream that makes us smile? What fancies are we devising9 Love and peace in the after-while tHeaven on earth for a little whilet And the long white road rising. By Ewart Kellogg What do we see that makes us go Though the night is closing o'er us? A world that needs the men who know tSad for the want of men: who knowt And the 'long white road before us. 1 What do we know that makes us sigh Through the night in peace reposi-ng? A happy age that is slipping 'by tMemorieis of days forever gone byt And the gates behind us closing.