Southside High School - Edsonian Yearbook (Elmira, NY)

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Page Forfy-eight EDSONIAN June, Nineteen Forfy-one Juniors Serious Thoughts In Study Hall This is an exception to the rule- a quiet study hall. As I sit here quietly racking my brain, draining it to its last thought, I can see a woman waiting for the bus. She is kicking impatiently at the slush at her feet. The year's first snowfall lies in ruins-trampled by the re- lentless tread of tires on a busy street. Big downy flakes, even now, Hoat lazily out of a stark, milk-white sky. As I look at the sky a small, dull-red airplane crosses the four panes of glass, from left to right. It is a brave little monocoup to face this wild weather, stubbornly point- ing its stubby nose into the wind. A flaw in the windowpane makes its image curiously jump. Across the street, the great A 86 P Co. 's windows shout loudly of Super- Values in huge red price-numbers, carefully subordinated are the names of the super-value articles. Further along the street, crowding forlornly next to the over-powering stone Church, is the fire department. This dismal red-brick structure houses an army of checker-players, supervised by a King, who is allowed to rest his feet upon the desk. Some- times one or more sentinels will sta- tion themselves at the huge front window and watch the traffic flow by in the street below Now and then one appears to do some work. Hard work-this making beds. Directly outside my self-appointed prison, standing tip toe on the curb, is a thin and delicately graceful tree, its branches stripped of all but one half-leaf which flutters mourn- fully in the wind. The people returning from the li- brary jolt me back to sensitiveness of time and a duty at hand. -Norma Louise King Panorama in Summer Valley Cool and refreshing, the slight summer breeze stirs the dust on the unpaved road as we trudge along the steep path. We are nearing the hilltop which rises several hundred feet above the valley. As the top is reached we are suddenly possessed of a feeling of minutenessg we seem so tiny against the great panorama, which unfolds before us. Below us in the valley with its lush fields of corn, clover, and al- falfa, herds of dairy cattle lie in the shade of willow trees as the sun beats down steadily, and winding through the pastures and fields, rippling over endless sandbars and ageless pebbles, the creek flows lazi- ly on. Across the valley, another hill rises like a great hump. Patches of forest, plowed fields, green pas- tures, and acres of yellow grain and red clover make it a veritable patch- work quilt of color. In the distance, the blue ridges of the Alleghenies, hazy and barely distinguishable in the distance, seem to reach up and touch the Heavens. Yet the marks of our modern civ- ilization are present even in this quiet valley. Straight as an arrow, bleached by the fierceness of the summer sun, the highway stretches like a silver cord before us and fades into the distance. Automobiles and trucks seemingly no larger than toys, scuttle up and down the road. On the farther side of the valley, the railroad clings to the side of the hill, while a train, looking as if it had been removed from a department. store window and placed before us, chugs wearily on. Farr to the right, the town, nestling in the surrounding hills, may be seen, its white build- ings shimmering in the rising heat. Such is the valley, one of the thou- sands of its kind in nothern Penn- sylvania. While I lived there, I did not appreciate its qualities, but now, life in the city has shown me that nothing can be more pleasant than the valley 011 a mid-summer after- noon. -Samuel Moskwitz War ancl Why ? Why is there war? Ever since the creation of man there have been con- flicts, some of no consequence, others of great significance. Some were aim- less, others, very purposeful. Today the world is engaged in another con- flict. We wonder what the reason is. Why does Hitler fight? He may be fulfilling a promise, he may be eager for power. Hitler shone through the darkness of the past World War days as the Christmas star did to the wise men. He was a faint ray of hope to the German people and they followed him. He promised them unlimited strength for Germany and the dominance of the whole of Eu- rope. Ever since, Hitler has been commanding while his people have been fighting, fighting, fighting. Now Hitler is attempting to com- plete his greatest task and to fulfill his greatest promise, the conquest of England. Will his iron hand still reign in Germany if he fails? Why is England fighting? She is struggling to protect her people 's most cherished privilege-freedom. The British were a happy, contented democracy-loving people. Then Hit- ler began his conquests-Czechoslo- vakia, Norway, Denmark, the Neth- erlands, France. The English people were uprooted from their quiet life to arm, fight, and defend. They at- tempted to save other countries from the greedy grasp of Hitler. Now they are faced with the gravest problem of all, that of defending their own country, their own independence. Will they succeed? Thus we have war. Always an of- fensive, always a defensive. It be- gan with a mere hand-to-hand strug- gle and has progressed to the serious situation of modern arms and air- craft. The grass always looks green- er on the other side of the fence, so it is said. This is undoubtedly the cause of every struggle. People al- ways want something that is not their own, but, after all, are human lives the proper barter for gaining such possessions? -Janet O'Brien "Knit One, Purl Two" Large hands, small hands, hands of wealth, hands of poverty, hands of French women, English women, Belgian women, Dutch women, Po- lish women, American women, - once again they take up their im- portant role, knitting for defense. Again the history of twenty-five years ago is enacted in Europe. Amid the tramping of feet can be heard the click of many needles, making sweaters, socks and gloves for the soldiers righting for democracy. As their needles pick up each stich, women sit with thoughtful faces and busy minds, thinking that their sweater or their socks may keep their own son warm. Who knows? When the tired fingers lay down their work at the close of day, they wonder if it is all in vain or will there be peace again. Hitler may check education, mode of living, and freedom, but he will never check the knitting needles. -.Tane Reeder It is estimated that the consump- tion of salt in the United States, for all purposes, is about six mil- lion tons a year - equivalent to one hundred pounds per capita. No historian has yet been able to discover who wove the first rugs. The belief is that early Spanish invaders brought over the ancestors of the beef steer to North and South America.

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June, Nineteen Forty-one E D S O N I A N Page Forty-seven' Class of 1942 Juniors Accept Seniors' Tasks In its Freshman year, the present Junior class, and new Senior class, could not have been considered ac- tive. Its only function was the Freshman Frolic. The Sophomore year found the class still inactive due to being awed by the upperclass- men, the Sophomore Fiesta was the only social item. In the Junior year things changedg leadership and class spirit began cropping out-two Square Dances, a Liquid Air Demonstration, a Jam- Jaxn-Jamboree, and the Junior Prom. The Square Dances were run off en- tirely without a hitch and were big successes. The Liquid Air Demon- stration, here for the fourth time, was well attended and added even more to the steadily-growing Junior Class treasury. The Jamboree, in March, was a stage show hard to equal-anything would be a success with Dinger and Titus as comedians. The Junior Prom, modeled on a mili- tary ball, had none of the frivolity of the Jamboree. The king and queen were crowned amid military splen- dor, the gym beingfibeautifully de- corated in red, white, and blue. All in all, the Junior class has done much in furthering class spirit, which for a time was thought to be passing away. The class hopes that in its Senior year, under the guid- ance of Mrs. Bogart and Mr. Krause, it will be able to set a good example for the lower classmen. Boyd Allen, Pauline Altilio, Inga Anderson, Margaret Anderson, Leon Andrews, Phyllis Andrus, Thelma Arm, Donald Aumick. Ethel Bailey, Richard Baker, Jud- ith Barber, Barbara Batterson, Nor- man Beardslee, William Bedenk, John Belin, Lois Benn, Ruth Ben- nett, Valera Bennett, Bernice Ben- son, Donald Berger, Audrey Berwick, Betty Besanceney, Carrol Bierwiler, Betty Bishop, Shirley Blades, Lor- enzo Bloom, Lorraine Bodine, Vir- ginia Boyd, Gloria Brennan, Lewis Bright, Mary Bright, Mary Brill, Betty Brink, Thomas Brooks, Wayne Brougham, Fred Bryant, Irene Bu- chanan, Fred Buck. Nicholas Capozza, Bernadene Car- ter, Shirley Catlin, Anna Cecchini, Jeanette Cecchini, Gene Chase, Mar- ion Cheeseman, Betty Chilson, Mar- ian Christman, Ruth Clark, John Clemons, Marian Coggshall, Robert Collson, Tracey Collum, Betty Cone, John Considine, Midred Courtright, Virginia Costello, Robert Cramer, Thomas Crusade, Donald Curbeau, OFFICERS ' President ...... ............ . .. Robert Wrigley Vice President ....... Jean King Secretary .... ................. J ane Reeder Treasurer . . . ................. Bernard Walsh Advisers ......................... .... L uella Bogart, Stanley Krouse Thomas Curren, Lois Currier, Robert Dalrymple, James Danna, Wallace Davies, Freda Davis, Madlyn Dean, Carline Decker, Clifford De Gaw, Royal Denson, Wilma Devine, Char- les Dickens, Louis Dickinson, Gordon Dinger, Edward Donahue, Frances Dunn. Betty Edwards, Duane Elliott, Les- ter Elliott, Mortimer Elliott, Wil- liam Ewald, Merlin Evans. Mary Ferguson, John Fitzpatrick, David Flasphaler, Eugene Foote, Gretchen Frampton, Gerald Frawley, Ruth Freeman. John Gallager, John Gallavan, Beatrice Gardner, Edith Gettsy, Charles Gerrard, Durward Gibson, Daniel Ginardi, Jay Goldsmith, Doris Goodwin, Emma Gosline, Elaine Graves, Franklyn Green, Clinton Griifith, Mary Jean Grimm, Mar- garet Griswold, Jean Gnile. George Hale, John Hollinan, Lois Hartman, Ul'SCl Hartman, Grcydon Hatfield, Jack Havens, Harry Hazen, Geraldine Helsing, Naomi Hendrix, Jo Anna Hennigan, Bruce Hildrith, Preston Hill, Mary Hollister, Vir- ginia Holt, Beverly Horton, Mary Ellen Hourihan, Carlene Houser, David Huffner, Harriette Hunt. Philip Irish. Harold Jessup, Fred Johnson, Ro- bert Jones. Deloris Kane, Donald Kasper, Charles Kelly, Eugene Keener, Fran- cis Kennedy, Barbara Kerr, Jean King, Norma King, Thomas Kirk- patrick, La Verne Knowlden, Donald Kreisler. Virginia Ladd, Helen Lambert, Harold Lampman, Lucelia Lathrop, Donald Lawson, Gladys Layton, Beatrice Letson, Charles Lewis, James Lewis, William Lewis, Thomas Logue, Evelyn Lovejoy, George Lu- cas, Carl Lundgren, Gerald Lynch, Jane Lyon. Loretta Madell, Doris Mattoon, Anna McCarrick, Robert McCarthy, Robert McDonald, John McFarland, Robert McInroy, Lauren McNaught, Abram Mills, Richard Minch, An- thony Minotti, Rose Mary Moly- neaux, Betty Montgomery, Harry Mosher, Samuel Moskovitz, Clarence Morse, Richard Morse, Joseph Mucci- grosso, Jean Munsey, Mary Ellen Murphy. Vivian Narosky, Charles Ness, George Newton, Roger Nicol, Billy Nichola. Jcan Oberist, Janet O,Brien, Bur- ton O'Hara, George Oliver, Harry O'Neil, Imogene Osgood. Elwood Passmore, Robert Parsons, Bertha Pearson, Mary Peterson, Joseph Pint, Theodore Plaisted, Joseph Poser, Kathleen Poser, Ar- lene Price. Norma Rafferty, William Ray- mond, James Read, Beatrice Redder, Russell Reed, Betty Reeder, Jane Reeder, Shirley Rinehart, Gladys Rhoades, Robert Rice, Walter Rice, Betty Rinwaldon, Ronald Ripley, Rosemary Ripley, Richard Robinson, Ernestine Roe, Alice Rohan, Joseph Ross, William Ross, Bessie Rouse, Georgia Rowan, Haskell Rubin, Eleanor Runyan. Kathryn Sadler, Elmer Sage, John Sage, Thomas Salina, Jane Sampsell, Josephine Samuels, Richard Sandore, Phillip Santone, Thomas Sarcene, Shirley Schmick, Donald Scott, Iso- bel Scrimshaw, Ronald Sevenson, Paul Sheldon, Sidney Shepherd, Ar- lene Shroyer, Geraldine Shukwil, Charles Seglin, Leon Siskin, Natalie Siskin, Shirley Slaight, Henry Smith, Jane Smith, Joyce Smith, Leland Smith, Robert Smith, William Smith, Jane Snyder, Kent Soper, Howard Steinhauser, Robert Storch, Marjorie Stowe, Ella Strange, Onalee Stull, John Sullivan, Robert Sweet. Evelyn Taylor, William Terwilli- ger, Marjorie Thomas, Phyllis Thorne, Genevieve Tice, James Titus, David Tobias, Herbert Tolbert, Beat: rice Tong, Mary Lou Trader, Gert- rude Trainor, Mary Jane Turner. Lewis Updike. Ronald Viel. Norma Waddell, Kenneth Walker, Bernard Walsh, Betty Ward, Betty Watson, Margaret Weaver, Richard Weaver, James Welkins, Clarence Wellman, Dean Westervelt, Mary Ellen Wetmore, Dorothy Wich, Ro- bert Wich, Mary Wigsten, Paul Wig- Sten, Lewis Williams, Margaret Williams, Norma Williams, Doris Wison, Aubrey Winner, Jack Wis- neske, Merrill Witkey, Phyllis Wladis, Louise Wolcott, Albert Wood, Robert Wrigley. Anthony Zahorian, Martha Zahor- ian, William Zufall.

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June, Nineteen Forty-one EDSONIAN Page -Forty-nine Sophomores Call To U. S. Appreciation We, the People of thc States, de we appreciate our country as we should? This, the only great nation, now not in war! Every- thing here is peaceful and quiet. When darkness blankets the many cities of this country, we can turn 011 our lights. This is not so with the people of other countries, for when night falls, and darkness comes, every light must be extin- guished. A strict Hblackoutw must be observed by everyone. Even the radio stations have to stop opera- tions during an air raid. Shortly after dark a shrill whistle shrieks through the city. Everyone runs from his house to the nearest air raid shelter, to spend a night of waiting and listening-listening to the bursting of bombs, and the bark of anti-aircraft guns. When dawn finally peeps through, the bombers leave. People step down from their shelters as the all-clear signal is sounded. Thev gaze around them at United U ts a , a city - a city of one-time majestic and serene beauty - now, a city lying in devastation. Their homes, their land, in fact everything they had loved and worked for, is gone. This is one of the many scenes of war-torn Europe today. In the United States, we share none of these fears. The only whis- tles are those of nearby factories, not air raid alarms. At night our cities are illuminated from one end to the other. Food is not rationed, and "blackouts" are unnecessary. "Do we appreciate these facts?'7 We should. Think it over and al- ways remember and cherish this thought, 'tThere's no country so great, so fine, or so democratic as these United States of America." Each and everyone of us is a part of this nation. Each must love, honor, respect., and fight for this, our country of equality and freedom. -Lloyd Bly Charcoal' Attack: Leaves Disaster Hounded until his death, the vic- tim, who had been sought unceas- ingly, was drowned in a mass attack on Charcoal, yesterday. Many times before, people had tried to do away with him. He led a dangerous life, constantly fleeing from one place to another. He was always on the alert for people who looked suspiciously at him. He chose very carefully those with whom he associated. But while living in Charcoal, he met his Waterloo. Charcoal was flooded. Many vic- tims could not swim. Those who could swim, either tried and went down, or were killed ruthlessly by a "powder" attack from the air. There remained little hope of re- sisting this terrible force. The sur- vivors became fewer and fewer in number. After a fierce battle, calm and peace reigned. Many attempts were made to collect the victims. Relatives, hoping to save their cou- sins, met death in the attempt. Many of these inhabitants of Charcoal would be here today, if it had not been for a blood-thirsty class of human beings ruled by a self- imposed, overpowering dictator. Charcoal is now deserted e its former inhabitants are gone. Will there be any more? Well, I'll leave that up to you. Charcoal is just like any other member of the canine family, and how can the fleas re- sist him. -Margaret Rice POETRY CORNER Education On education 's rocky road O'er which we all must travel, Our ignorant car-loads to unload Our mysteries to unravel. Up and up the hill we mount With slowness, yet with haste, Alert to make each moment count For there's no time to waste. There is no room for shirkers, The group should be compactg There 's little praise for workers, And censure for the slack. When commencement day at last ap- pears And departure hovers night We pause and look back down the years, We 've spent in Southside High. The knowledge we have stored away From beginning to the end, Will walk beside us every day, And be our dearest friend. -Birdie Blakey If Wishes Were Horses Oh! I wish I were a Senior And could push the kids around, To smack the Ereshies 'gainst the wall And knock the Soph'mores down. It's great to be a Senior Although I do not know, I'm just a dumb green Sophie, That 's all I've got to show. Oh! those brassy, bold, young Freshies, Gosh! They surely make me mad, They take us as examples So it's "Johnnie don't be bad." I guess they do have lots of fun At Senior Plays and Dances, Ohi for the thrill, the big, big thrill Of those good old school romances. "But don't you fret, don't get too moody," Says I to me each day I go, Just one more year and then the pay-off, Then I'll be boss of this great show. -Theone Brooks Horror ot the Torture Chamber First of all, I shall tell you that I am a yellow pencil lying on a counter waiting for someone to take me. Suddenly, I am being lifted up in- to the hands of someone who doesn't know whether or not to take me. I think he has made up his mind to take me because he is putting me into his pocket. I see light again, I notice that I am in a schoolhouse. My owner is a sloppy lad because he carries me around in his pocket full of other things. In class, I am first placed in something that is cutting me, you know, a pencil sharpener! My point breaks, and my master pushes me in so hard that I can hardly bear it. At last I am sharpened, and he is using me to write down an assign- ment. After many days of hard work, I feel very old. I am about two inches long. Another two inches, and it will be my end. Before I go, I want to tell you some of my troubles that I have had to go through. You wouldn't think that I was a pencil if you saw me now. I am all chewed up, this hap- pened the other day when my master had a test and just couldn't think what the answers were. I have an awful headache, caused by heavy erasures. I could tell you many more difficulties I have gone through, but now my duties are done, and my strength is nearly at an end. -Margaret Gessi The Federated Malay States, Bo- liva, and the Dutch East Indies pro- duce about 75fZ1 of the tin used in world commerce.