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

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THE HIGH SCHOOL RECORDER . It was not long before the ballroom was thronged with joyful people recalling old times, relating past experiences, and exchanging the choicest bits of the latest scandal. From fragments of the conversation, I gathered that Elizabeth Cammarro had won recent fame for her book on ttEtiquette, that Larry Burke had filed a petition for bankruptcy, and that Ralph Lanzara, who, as a divorce lawyer, was doing a thriving business at Greenfield Center, had eloped with his stenographer, J o Cortese. Just then I caught Dot Saunders up to her old tricks of trying to pass off tickets for a church strawberry festival on Bernice Cole and Harriet Mead, proprietors of the Smart Nite Club on Cottage Street. I came to their aid by inquiring for Paul, who, it developed, was not among those present because he was representing Ketchums Corners in a tennis match at Middle Grove. Evidently, he had profited by his experience in the play. A little later I came upon Stanley Smith ...... his Boysi Week experience as truant officer had determined his career for him ...... demanding that Irving Helprin and Lillian Fahrer tell him why young Irving was not in school. He probably would not have taken the lack of a pair of shoes as an excuse had not the attention of all been diverted at that moment by the entrance of Jack Saroif, who came hobbling up to us .with the aid of a pair of crutches. It was soon an open secret that while trying out his invention of moving cellar stairs. the mechanism gave way and the ttinventori, went crash- ing through the structure with a scuttle of Coal tumbling after him., Oh well, we always said that J ack worked terribly hard trying to get out nf work! Occupying seats of honor at the banquet table were some of the foremost citizens of the old home town. J ohn Freebern with Esther Baker, a maid who had been recommended by the Simmons, attended incessantly upon the wishes of his wife, nee Marion Winney, our first woman mayor. Next to them, I was surprised to see the Rev. Shef- field Fuller, with Mrs. Fuller, once Ruth Salisbury, who was very fond of telling how she had chosen, between being a Folliesi girl and a ministeris wife. Upon questioning Betty Andrus, now a famous opera star, as to why her husband, Alfred Buckley, was not present, she stated that he was otherwise occupied as their governess, Jean, Winney, had chosen to give up a perfectly good position rather than miss the reunion. J ilst then we were informed by a telephone call from police head- quarters that Doug E'ighmey and Al Baker were unavoidably detained.

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THE HIGH SCHOOL RECORDER 5 largest to enter the ttoldtt High School it will be the smallest to graduate from either school old or new, in the past decade. From its 140 members it has dwindled to a meager 60. The cause is un- known, though it must be admitted that some dropped by the wayside, leaving gaps Which are so noticeable today. But as the saying is ttGood things come in small packagesii let us hope that the Senior Class will not be j udged by its number. It has done some fine work this year. The Senior Hop was successful and the Recorder work was carried on to the approval of everyone. The Senior Play, The Whole Townis Talking, was staged with splendid success, due to the never tiring efforts of Miss Smith and the faithful work of the cast. Everyone felt regrets when Mr. Haifleigh left the High School to accept a position in Freeport, but they heartily welcomed Mr. A. Ray Calhoon, successor of Mr. Haifleigh. The Senior Class is looking forward to the Senior Ball, Class Day and Commencement. At that time it will be looking forward once more for greater heights to climb. CLASS PROPHECY BY EVELYN SADLER J une 21, 1941 Dear Diary: The great reunion of the Class of 26 is over! As I looked upon the familiar, and yet unfamiliar faces, of former classmates at the Casino tonight, I felt that our weeks of sending telegrams and letters to get in touch with our former friends, scattered over the globe, had nnt been in vain. ' The first arrivals came clattering up to the door in a rickety old buseof the bus-line of which we were so proud back in '26-and as the passengers piled out, I recognized Margaret Nelson, Iona Harris and Mary Eighmey, who left Helen Costello and Elizabeth Vogel to pay the fares. An angry expostulation of No, you dontt, you pay me that nickel you owe me, or you don't leave this bus V reminded me of Frank Lewis, of debate fame and sure enough, it was! When I asked him if this was his idea of the life of a forest ranger, he ex- plained that he had given up the idea of forestry in his Freshman year because he had got tired of sawing wood! It took him less than no time to decide to come in and partake of the refreshments ...... meanwhile, drawing pay at the city's expense. . . .and that was that!

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THE HIGH SCHOOL RECORDER ' 7 because they had been arrested for speeding by Nathan Feldman, upon whom bribes and pleading had proved fruitless. Following the banquet, Dick Remillardewho had graduated magna cum laude with a degree of S. O. S. from the Ballstonian Institute, and was now President of the Boston and Main Railroade- acting as toastmaster, called upon various members of the class to narrate how they had managed to keep their heads above water. In the hour that followed we found that our class had a few representa- tives Who had done their bit for humanity as proved by Helen Stilest speech on the pleasures she had derived from philanthrophy. Wasntt that just like Helen to help others with the fortune she had inherited from a rich uncle! John Shay told us how his famous track team of Toonerville High School had won the world series of potato races, Harry Settle and Art Maxfield related their experiences as mission- aries in the Canary Islands, and Marion Peacock explained how she had made a success of her ttSchool for Lisping Linguists? At this point, Eleanor Ostrander, the same old cut-upfi jumped up and insisted on delivering an oration on how her ambition of a lifetime to be a lady undertaker was soon to be realized and begged that we give her and her assistant Ruth Wolcott all our trade. She was, however, interrupted by a loud, ttGot anything to eat? from none other than Jiggs Toomey, Who came shuffling into the room, dragging an ice cream pail. When greeted with a chorus of ttWell, what ever became of you ?il J iggs lamented at great length that his boss, Howard Smith, the leading druggist, had refused to give him the night off because he himself had to work. We suddenly broke off in the midst of his complaints against the tyranttt and began to dig into the eats? Thereupon, we turned our attention to a musical pro- gram furnished by Agnes Duvalts orchestra The Flapper Five? in Which we discovered Gertrude Burdo hidden behind an immense bass horn, Helen Hays at the traps, Margaret Matrazzo playing the saxo- phone, and Fanny Goldsmith strumming the banjo. When they struck up long forgotten tunes, we prevailed upon Dolores Seymour to do the Charleston ttfor old times sake. Then, Mary Middlebrook and Ida Brogan were loudly called upon to do their vaudeville sketch, then playing at the Congress. After they hurriedly dispatched J ohn Smith, their private stage hand, to improvise a stage, they surprised us by coming out in costumes of our old class c'olors-crimson and silver. Just at this moment Ida Goldsmith, special messenger for the Western Union, rushed in With a special delivery telegram from our representatives in Congress, Amos Peck and Elbert Perry. The mes-