Albany High School - Prisms Yearbook (Albany, NY)

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' be GER aol1l!'01lUuflQ'lL fonnnd! 4lf5?f1nmamf D Senior Class History HISTORY is a record of what man has doneg there being no men in the Class of I930, to Mr. Carter's way of thinking, but only female women, we ought to lay down our pen where we picked it up, whereby humanity and our indolent instincts would be greatly benefited. However, finding it necessary to write something so that Dick Blocksidge may publish that book of his, we must start by saying that we will not give reasons, provisions, and results, and will not begin each presidential administration on a new page, outlining domestic and foreign affairs QPage Miss Baerl. President Fussell has too many domestic troubles to bother with for- eigners. Any criticism of our method will be welcome. Sign your name to it and put it in the basket under your desk. Mr. Hutson objects so to our cluttering up the floors of 104 with such stuff! We verdant freshmen, the last Albany High will ever see, came and went to school in the afternoon session, said lots and knew nothing about the way the school was run. Only a few distinct impressions remain from that hazy time gone by, among them a debate, our first, in Miss Gilligan's class. The question was Resolved: That Ivanhoe struck before the Black Knight, and, the contention of the negative being that the book says they both struck at the same time, it was decided that Ivanhoe could not have won the war. The roster included the names of such luminaries as Grenfell N. Rand, William Barnet II, Robert Stern, and Bertram Kaye. How sad that the Boys' Day committees have all passed over this important subject! Another fond memory is of Miss Courneen's crack biology class, after which experience they ceased to teach biology in Albany High. We wonder why? Well, soon we became exalted sophomores. Almost nothing happened that year, except that we had a cafeteria, which was an excellent way of starting trouble. It was our honor to break the first dish, something we shall always remember to tell to our grandchildren. Marion Melan- son won the Mary Morgan prize that year, imitating Max Isenbergh, who had performed the same feat the year before. And then we were juniors. What a glorious feeling! The school began to have new in- terest for us. We won the state championship, and Dr. Pratt came back to school. And that debate class! If only we could have utilized the gas which was generated in 104 that year, much of it, we regret to say, being admonitions as to the intolerable nature of our conduct by our esteemed and worthy professor, we might have saved money on the cafeteria gas bill. And there came to us that year a new creature known as a sophomore, but such a sophomore as no one had ever seen before. He stalked our corridors, sneering at our long established institutions, and, which was much worse, detracting from our precious prestige flovely alliteration, thatj. But we put up with it. And now they are juniors, and must in their turn feel the pangs of doubled-barrelled repression. We organized that year, under the able leadership of George Brown. It must be said that the most important accomplishment of the term was the election of the senior class officers, except for a perfectly marvelous Junior Day. But then after a four-year wait we arrived. We were seniors, and what a surprise! What could we do, when tyrannized by two generations of bullies afflicted with junior highitis, but rest on our laurels, if any, and rule like a lion shorn of his claws? And this we did, reigning by the grace of God, winning theoretical victories, and aching in our hearts to be sophomores again. Under the guiding hand of President Fussell the class of '30 went dashing through the senior year with great success. There was a senior gym frolic, and a senior dance, and other senior functions, probably mentioned in a recent survey conducted by The Palroonf' And so we look back on these four years of our life, not entirely with joy, for we are leaving soon, but with a certainty that they were not spent in vain. The events have crowded themselves upon each other in a way which passes all comprehension. Our course has not been easy, and has been less so for those who have guided and helped us, but possibly, as any long- suffering faculty member will tell you, the worst is yet to come. And the Class of 1930 hopes that others may benefit as it has benefited, and that the spirit with which the Albany High School has imbued this class, may continue in the hearts of its members forever. And with them go the best wishes of EDWARD S. DEEVEY, JR., Class Historian. T evenly ' fx l f pf

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flll99lP3lflUD Ib Senior Class Poem Let us be glad of life, As we rejoice in youth, Springtime and song. When we go forth to meet Fate in her varying moods, Let us be strong. Fear not the passing years, All shall remain for us A vision clear. Deep in our memories These joys shall live again, Each year more dear. Lord, to our soaring hopes, Lord, to our cherished dreams, Grant this one thing: That which is true in life, So that our souls may grow, And our hearts sing. MARY E. FINCH, I,'la.vs Poet Nineteen 4 P

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