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

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THE HIGH SCHOOL RECORDER II A iieet of ships set forth to sea For a'four yearst cruise in 23; The ships were new, as was each crew, And the ways of the sea were known to few; Their sails they set with purpose high, Their log book said to do or die- But alas for ambition and firm set will, Many dropped behind in the iirst yearts grill, For some were caught in the trough of the waves, And others were captured by Moors for slaves. More experienced they in the second year, Though a sharkts flashing fin still made them fear, For after the monsters swam round their fleet More than a few were the wrecks theytd meet; But the leaders now saw their port half won, And kept their helm towards the setting sun. The third year came, and with it storms Of the kind an old tar a younger one warns, For the waves ran highelike green molten glass, And ugly and black were the reefs to pass. Masts were splintered and sails were torn, And many were left who were weary and worn. The fourth year dawned and hope was greate But laughing soft in her sleeve stoodeFate, For the sea was flat as a dancing fioor, And the mariners askedewhy go on any more? For the sun was warm, and the breeze perfumed, And ahead of them more dangers loomed. So some stayed there but more fought through Till they reached their happy goal and true; And the dangers shared, and the joys shared, And the task of curbing the weather Had bound them round with strong steel bandse These ships that had sailed together. Mary Giffen

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THE HIGH SCHOOL RECORDER CLASS POEMS I Forth from the workshop- Fromthe shaping hand of science, From the molding hand of letters, From the smoothing hand of art, To the tasks of life before them, Go they forth to take their part. Out on life,s highwaye Towards the joy that comes from winning, Towards the pain that comes from failing, Towards the blessing of success, To the goal of life,s attainments, All now their steps address. Forward on their journeyse One to fashion new inventions, One to blaze and clear new pathways, One to grasp the truths of science, Backed by learning, letters, art, Finely based in self-reliance. Each to his own work- One to strengthen those in weakness, One to aid those who are needy, One to comfort those in sorrow, Each to his own task advancing, T0 the work of the tomorrow. On out into lifee- With bright hopes of future glory With light hearts of present joy, With souls bent, with one accord, To labor truly; in each service Serving mankind and their Lord. Paul Kellogg

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THE HIGH SCHOOL RECORDER CLASS! PROPHECY BY MARY GIFFEN AND DONALD MCNAUGHTON Cohoes! Waterford! Ballston! and Saratoga!-Since, as usual, I could not understand any of the stations, I walked up to the announcer to ask if this was the train to Saratoga. Instead of making the usual curt reply, he suddenly grabbed both my handseand lo and behold- it was my old school-mate, Ralph Stark. Just then, of course, the train whistle blew and I rushed back to gather up Professor Nichols, Bill Collector Extraordinary on behalf of the Electric Light Co. to the Northern Lights. After seeing that I was comfortably fixed in the Pullman, the professor went into the smoker to enjoy one of his big, black cigars. It was rapidly growing dark when the professor returned with a guilty look upon his face. After a little questioning, I learned that he had been drawn into a game of poker by Paul Kellogg. And Paul was to have been a minister! At the card table were DeForest Lowen, a prohibition lecturer, his co-worker Thelma Johnson, and in no way least, Oz Millward, now a prosperous boot- leggereof Latin translations long since outlawed in U. S. In the courSe of the game, J ohn lost all of his possessions except one stamped envelope. To add to his sorrow, he had learned from the conductor that his four companions were the most notorious band of card sharps now in operation. Just as the professor was about to take his seat, I was thrown violently forward into his arms by the sudden stopping of the train. Almost as suddenly, two masked figures appeared in the door with a demand for our money or our lives. The professor stepped forward at once and handed them the stamped envelope. Just then a big, manly form arose from across the aisle and, brandishing a pistol, began to shoot out the lights. The bandits started to run and the hero, whom I saw to be J oseph McNeil, began shooting at their backs. A low piteous wail arose as a poor little man whom I discovered to be John Wells importuned our savior, ttShoot me in the plus-fours- the coat and vest are mine. Eventually the bandits were captured and turned out to be Martin Lerner and Ford McAllister. By this time the train crew were coming back along the tracks, Rollin Allen, the gentlemanly engineer, driving before him two other bandits who had attempted to take his beloved engine away from him. These were Helen Kirkpatrick and Helen Uveges, who con- fessed to being the leader of the band. After the bandits had been safely stowed away in the baggage car under the care of the brawny express guard, Pete Chiperno, the train got under way again and soon Norman Glacey, the conductor,