Bethlehem Central High School - Oriole Yearbook (Delmar, NY)

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(irinU Class ihstory We are told that class histories are never read. However, one has to be written, and this, my adventuresome readers, is the history of, we feel, one of the most interesting classes ever to be graduated here—or elsewhere. This class of ' 36 is a large one—the largest to pass through these portals. There are nearly a hundred fine, upstanding, history-makers of the future. It seem incredible that four years have passed since the class first assembled for its four-year sentence to hard labor! Due to the large numbers seeking a higher education (vountarily or compulsory) we, the then eager Freshmen, were forced to be content with a mere half-day! These delightful mornings were spent in the old Delmar School. Our Sophomore year began where our Freshman year left ofif, only we didn’t report for duty until afternoon. The new building was ready for us (and a few others), after the Thanksgiving vacation, and with much excitement we took up our new quarters and organized our class. We started a dancing class which was attended in large numbers. Not to be outdone by the socially-inclined older classes, we staged a Sophomore dance. We started our Junior year with a masquerade ball, and again sponsored the dancing class. The Juniors, with the cooperation of the rest of the school, enter¬ tained interested spectators at the second annual circus. Of course, the most outstanding event during the year to us was the Junior Prom—held in our impro¬ vised Dutch Garden. The Senior year is a busy one and a gala one—dotted with a series of “Oriole dances, and crowned with the Senior Ball. Following the precedent established last year, we are adding our tree to the .Senior Row. Our class has contributed materially to the various athletic groups in the past four years, with members for the basketball, baseball, track, soccer, tennis, golf and bowling teams which have enjoyed successful seasons. The benefits and pleasure derived not only from athletics but also from dances and various other kinds of entertainment have blended in to make our high school life so pleasant to remember. Our history is not complete without mention of the teachers who have so whole¬ heartedly given themselves to the molding of our minds, and who will be remembered not only for their teachings but also for their sympathies and friendliness. Twenty-four 1 9 3 B

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uiIj $rioU Class Mill We, the graduating class of 1936, being of sound mind(?), and body, do hereby make and declare this to he our last will and testament: To Miss Woods we leave peace. Eddie King leaves his ability to get in the coach ' s hair to Marlin Fuller. Do a good job, Marlin! Dick Mason leaves a pair of track shoes with the spikes on the inside to Ralph Crear. To Mr. Mattice we gladly leave the entire supply of pipes, cigars, tobacco plan¬ tations and bubble-bubbles that formerly belonged to the Sultan of Nicotino, in the hope that he may catch up on the smoking he misses during his class periods Hoping that he will value it to the highest degree, we leave Mr. McCord, Cleopatra’s Life. (The book, you fool.) To Donny Smith, A1 Marston leaves his faculty for being the best at anything in the whole class. (And if you don ' t believe us, ask Al.) To Howie Engel we leave one girl, any girl who will ditch him before he ditches her. To the teachers we bequeath one clock equipped with 61 minutes in order that next year’s student body may never be that one minute late. Bob Snook leaves his shyness to Bob Van Allen. (We figure he needs it.) To the Junior Class we leave Engel, Winne, and the hard seats in the balcony. Not that we wish them any bad luck, but also, to the Junior Class we bequeath our unquenchable and undying class spirit. To Mr. Denny we leave the — .) ( — college of Oberlin. To the faculty we leave our humblest apologies for any trouble we have caused them. To George Lauer we leave our highest respect and a raise in salary. (That’s a hint.) To the guides we bequeath several tea sets so they can entertain more hospitably at their posts than they have this year. Because of our generous nature and our sympathy for the poor working man, we leave Ken Smith a folding camp chair so he won’t have to stand up in the halls of the Voorheesville School like he did here. Jane Sidford bequeaths her book entitled “How to Become a Man,” written by Charles Atlas, to Mr. Butterfield. Jane tried it for ten days and it didn’t make a man out of her so she hopes that Mr. Butterfield will have more luck. To Mr. Hritz we leave our love! Duly signed and administered this E.F. 30th day of March, 1936. J.E. Twenty-six 19 3 6