Albany High School - Thronateeska Yearbook (Albany, GA)

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The Evolution of a Senior The Thronateeska (A pantomine in a Prologue and One Act.) Time: 1016-1920. Place: Albany, Georgia. Settings designed and executed b the Brosnan Studios; stage direction R. E. Brooks, M. I.. Brosnan and staff. Prologue The orchestra plays a slow, halting melody and supports the cellos wailing in an eager, sorrowful way. The curtain slowly rises, disclosing a stage dimly lighted. Thru the gloom a large building with tell columns is visible, and, leading up to the doorway is a long flight of steps. Near the top a small figure climbs wearily upward, pulling its load of books by a great effort up another step. At last it gains the top, pauses as though reluctant to enter, then timidly knocks. The massive doors swing wide, and amid much shouting the shrinking figure creeps in. Great noise off stage, then all is omniouslv still. (Orchestra cue: “There’ll He a Hot Time in the Old Town Tonight.” CURTAIN. ACT 1. SCENE 1. The curtain rises on a drab, cheerless room. Desks are arranged stiffly in rows, and above each peeps a small, round head glistening in its baldness. All eyes are studiously bent on books as though dreading to raise them to the center desk, where Grim Authority reigns. On the blackboard in front mysterious symbols of X, Y and Z’s are omniously displayed, and in one corner hangs a map of an unknown land, labeled “Gallia.” The orchestra continues its droning air, accompanied occasionally by a chorus of sighs escaping from the craven bald heads. Sometimes under the two keen eyes of Authority a veritable epidemic of squirming attacks the little lean bodies, and visions of faraway two o’clock flash through each surfeited Freshman brain. SCENE 2. The setting is less somber than before with even a daring hint of color splashed here and there. The heads now easily visible above the well carved desks are fewer in number but crowned with luxuriant pompadours. An occasional smile lurks behind the open books or the subdued crescendo of a giggle rises with the laughter of the violins. One might even dare to disregard the books and dream in the sunshine struggling thru the windows, but there still dominating the whole. Authority stands. The heads seem to rise higher, however, and assume confidence with the music, which as the curtain falls, sweeps into a bold swinging rythm. Page Twenty-three

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The Thrnru iteeska HAROLD TODD. “Chicago.” “He was a man, take him all in all, We shall not look upon his like again. On September 17th, 1919, a favorable wind blew Chicago Todd safe into the port of the Albany High School. Though he found some difficulty at first in becoming securely anchored, once ashore, Harold has either eaten of the lotus or succumbed to the magic spell of South Georgia; for home ami friends forgot, he is a “Cracker” through and through—Yankee accent and all. Rest all round athlete of the A. H. S. Captain Football 1920. Basketbull, 1920. Baseball, 1920. Secretary and Treasurer Senior Class, 1920. LUCILE FOUCHE. “Ah, why should life all labor be?” Another rural maid, who, in her Junior year, journeyed down from Leesburg and was welcomed to “The City.” So great was Mademoiselle Fouche’s capacity for civilization (?) that she has adopted a truly cosmopolitan air, is as Frenchy as she looks, and her little head is crowned with the most elaborate coiffure in the grade— a popular model, which many have tried in vain to duplicate. But we will not hold it against you, Lucile! Page Twenty'two

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The Throruiteeska SCENE 3 Te stage is sufl'used this time with a golden light and the l!ass Tulier blares forth its greeting. In troop the actors of the other two scenes. Rut Oh how changed! No longer hesitating and dittident, they are bold, irresponsible Juniors. Amid the throng Authority seems to have grown smaller and her robe has become nearer the color of the background, where she remains during most of the scene. The books are once more brought forth but disappear for quite a time, when Authority completely retires and revelry reigns supreme. SCENE 4. Last scene of all which ends the strange, eventful history. The rising curtain reveals a brilliant room, no longer sober or subdued but with a vivid frieze of peacocks encircling its walls. Twenty-four young persons stand in proud array, bearing slight resemblance to the litt'e Freshies, Sophs and Juniors of other days, but again they are under the chaperonage of Authority. An air of eager anticipation pervades all for the climax is at hand. At last there appears upon the scene, not a genie with the magic wand of childhood lore, but a man bearing twenty-four white paper cylinders encircled with green and gold. Each smiling Senior receives one and, holding it proudly on high, passes from the stage while the orchestra plays, “Hail the Conquering Hero Comes.” —Landon G. Clark. ’T was in the good year 1916, 11 ere to the A. H. S. E nthusiastic Freshmen, we came to do our best. C onfident of youth's great power. L ittle we recked the dark clouds lower, A 11 knowledge was ours, and we daily grew, S ophomores at last we came through, S o happy and proud of our conquering crew. O n through the next year, full studious were we, F or jolly Juniors all of us determined to be. T hen it mattered little that the way was long and hard, VV e would onward ever onward, and'nothing could retard, E nough is said, for now, envied Seniors we stand. N earer speeds the day when with diplomas in hand, T wenty-four of us set out for life’s distant goal, Y earning at times perhaps, for High School days of old. —R. C. Page Tuentv our