Albany Academy - Cue Yearbook (Albany, NY)

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L'Cap', Townsend's advice: Now that you're a p.f.c. you've got to live up to itll, . . . your Hrst Cuidon . . . shining your buckles for hours on end . . . shaking for fear that the Reviewing Officer might ask you a question when he came around . . . the cry of dismay that went up on Armistice Day when the Battalion learned it was to march directly behind the cavalry units . . . how angry you were when the crowd kept saying, Here comes C.B.A.,' and Back from the Civil War, eh! . . . the exhausting trip to Cooperstown and drill in the dust-bowl stadium . . . and the Competitive Drill when you steamed and sweated all afternoon. . . Remember your years in the Middle School? . . . the dictionaries that Mr. Paul used to throw at you . . . the continuous wrestling match between Artie and Marcus . . . Mr. Easton's flaming temper . , . that day you low- ered Mr. Paul Oh-so-gently into a mud puddle . . . shagging flies in the Spring . . . the opening baseball game when you all went down to see the Senators . . . Mr. Moranis lectures on Arizona and the effectiveness of a three-inch hatpin . . Mr. Crawford's desolate existence in the Middle School. . . Remember the Upper School? . . . that first day rushing around trying to find the classrooms before the third bell rang . . . the fierce intramural football games. . .Coach Morris' advice to candidates: Read the Bible and get enough sleep. . . . the thrill of being on a Varsity team, even though you were on the bench most of the time. . . Mr. Stetson: Now . . . ah . . . someone . . . has . . . ah . . . mis . . . appropriated . . . the . . . ah . . . chandelier . . . in . . . the library , followed by You . . . ah . . . know that . . . you . . . cannot . . . ah. . . expect. . .towin. . . aboatrace . . . ah . . .ifoneof.. .thecrew ...is...ah...downinthe...bottom...oftheboat...drilling... a hole in itl' ,... Mr. Webber's varied remarks to his classes, ranging from Quietl dogs, for the Third Form to HI-lush, Ladsf, for the Sixth . . . Mr. Midgley's violent shaking of the notebooks of his Ancient History class . . . those informal metallic clangs as the ............ hit the floor of the Varsity Locker Room in swift succession . . . that burning cord in Mr. Lindsey's room and the knife in the door with the ominous note: Death to Joelv . . . the time Mr. Owen brought the Dartmouth Outing Club guide posing as an illiterate half-breed '. . . the exterior warm feeling and the interior sick feeling after the Initiations . . . strains of Tony Sporborg's Etude in C-Sharp Minor' flowing through the building on a rainy afternoon . . . the spirited chalk Hghts . . . the massive figure of Mr. Webber striding down the hall after Chapel before the Sixth Period Math tests . . . the new Kindergarten teachers . . . and that succession of '4lasts . . . the last foot- ball game . . . the last Guidon . . . the last parade . . . the last test . . . the last Commencement. . . All of which should leave you with the feeling you've experienced if you have been the last one out of the building on a Friday afternoon, and you have walked down the halls, just thinking: or if at night you have ever sat outside on the steps waiting for your Dad after an athletic trip, just thinking. . . The school contains memories of from one to thirteen of the best years of your life. A class history can only scratch the surface of this golden lodeg the rest is upto you. R. O. II 44 20 D

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Class Hi tor Gone are the days when our hearts were young and gayf, Lest we lose the memory of those golden years of complete freedom and no responsibility, let us pause, before we step out into lifels busy thoroughfare, and look back a while to the days of our youth. . . A Do you remember, you original four, your nrst impression of the school?. . . that day in the late summer of the dark, dark year of 1931 when you tagged silently along behind your parents as they were shown about the nearly completed school by Doctor McCormick. . . Remember the first day of school? . . . how your mother got you all dressed lip and rushed you off in the Model-A to a classroom Hlled with silent wide-eyed Hve-year olds and talking parents . . . hon' suddenly they were gone and you were left with your first teacher. . . Remember that first year? . . . how you learned to tell time, how you hid behind the piano, how you mastered the triangles in the Kindergarten Orchestra, how you were scared to death by the Indian stories of Chief Crazy Bull. . . Remember your progress through the grades? . . . the huge houses you built of blocks and then toppled . . . the Hrst basic reader . . . introduction to com- petitive sports, Reds versus Blacks . . . the candy rewards for correct piano lessons under the sinister Miss Heisler on the Third Floor . . . the first time you really understood what all the talking was about in Monday Chapel . . . your salutes to the flag and 'LI pwedge aleechantsv and 'ffor purple mounted majestiesn . . . dis- cipline and beauty with Miss Davenport . . . the class picnic at which Pop got his nickname . . . the gang warfare in the fields across the road and in the forest that grew down in back by the boiler room . . . the trouble you had understanding division . . . the excitement that arose one day when Artie chased Jack all the way home . . . the first jump in the pool . . , the Exhibitions when you marched around the Gym, twirled wands, ran relays, and rotated flashlights inside balloons . . . and the distasteful Lower School Choir, with you in the red dress and high starched collar . . . your part as a bright young maid in the chorus of 'cPinafore,' . . . the fierce snowball fights between the Fifth and Sixth Grades out by the drift . . . trips with Miss Jordan to the Education Building and to the Karmelkorn . . . that picnic when Gordonis football fell in the crick . . . Miss Snively's promotion- seating system . . . and the Lower School Commencement when you went up to receive your diploma. . . Remember your introduction to the military side of the school? . . . the Sixth Form instructors shouting, Squads Right, not Squads Left! . . . the afternoons you spent desperately wading through uniforms in the Exchange. . . Cap', Town- send passing between the ranks of C Company blowing nauseating puffs from his stogie into the faces of you recruits . . . Colonel Donner, the bald eaglen, keeping you at attention in the hot sun while he lectured to some wayward Corporal. . . 441975

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X Humore que ANDERSON-Andy .worked on a farm a few summers ago, and he has never lost interest in the dairy industry. Perhaps thatls why hc was always so quick to volunteer when someone was needed to take the milk up to the Kindergarten and First Grade. He did so like the little fellows, you know. BOWVEN-Coach is still trying to Hgure out what happened to Bones', on the day of the C.B.A. football game. Greased lightning isn't quite the word, but it will give you the idea. If it wasn't for the fact that he has already enlisted in the Navy, who could tell what the Army might have done with him?-The Army. CHATTERLEY-It's been quite a while since we've seen Chatls little car rolling up and down Academy Road at breakneck speed, but from all reports he is quite happy to have traded it in for an airplane. ,CLEVELAND-It is rumored that Chick eats lunch at seven different times during the day. It is either that or dreams of 38 Euclid Avenue that put him into such a peaceful and cherubic sleep during those Fifth Period classes. COBDEN-It took Dick just three minutes and twenty-seven seconds to find out what was going on in Sam Bacouls class, but it took him only three seconds to evacuate that sector post haste. Although the Army finally got him, the Beanl' First volun- teered for service as a periscope on one of our newer-type subs. However, the Navy plans to use the steel ones for a few more years. CRANE-Once Pete was convinced of something, he couldn't be shaken from it by a major earthquake plus Mr. Midgleyls arguments thrown ing witness that unfortunate aHair at the Mendelssohn Club Concert. Pete still insists that the l94-4 Hockey team was the best in years. DUFFY-When Mac wanted to know if Company B was present or accounted forn, Duff let him know in no uncertain terms. John wrote Dorothy Dix so many letters filled with questions about his love life that she invited him down to New York for a few weeks to talk things over. The upshot of the whole affair was that Miss Dix committed hari-kari. EIGHNIEY-No one ever did find out where Sid lived in Troy, but wherever it is, he must have spent many long nights there trying to fathom the Academy system of note- books, outlines, and experiments. He took it all stoically, however, and by the end of the year he was telling us a few things about our school work and Emma Willard. ELLEGATE-Have you read Emmettis new thriller Revolutions and How to Run Themn? It is reported that early sales are topping those of his previous successes 'LService on Committees and The Intricacies of Finance and Tricky Maneuvers Therein . A current rumor has it that Emmett is switching from McManus 8: Riley to Omar, the tentmaker. GOODMAN-A leading psycho-analyst has predicted a short and tragic life for Itch. It seems that he will die at the age of twenty-three of acute laryngitis fafter estab- lishing the phenomenal record of asking four million questions without making a single statement of factj. We have arranged for a granite obelisk for his gravestone on which will be cut three marks H? ? ?l', supreme amid the silence. GRAY--Incomplete returns indicate that Dick had more dates during the school year than I the rest of the class put together KD. Ryan exceptedl. He always had a re- sponsive ear to the various woes the boys brought to him-a regular Mr. Anthony. Several sponsors have approached him about a radio show of his own, but he always blushed shyly and said, Oh, I'm much too busy with my homework. HAVEN-Is there a member of the Class of '44 who will ever forget the clarion call: My name is HAVEN, sir! ? The Sixth Form lunch table buzzed every Monday as the news of his latest escapade into the darkest reaches of the Ritz leaked out to the waiting world. Be careful! Don't upset Bob's books, fellows, hels liable to pick up a desk and throw it at you. HAWN-jawn rates a big hand for his ever, every once in a while he announcements that he would maintains that the Senior year well-developed Chapel announcement style. How- would become so entranced with the splendor of his talk himself into an oral dead-end street. He still was a snap. 442155