Binghamton Central High School - Panorama Yearbook (Binghamton, NY)

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of the green and the gold, and amid the shouts of his classmates secured it from its dusty place of concealment. And what a time of rejoicing followed, and how the Juniors, poor youngsters, suffered for it. We left some of them tied to trees, crying in vain for Mamma, And Little Paul! He was borne aloft through Court Street, screeching Help! Murder! Thieves! all to no avail. But Wee Burton! We were kinder to him, we deposited him safely on his front porch, and then phoned mamma to come and release him. To say the least, it was jolly fun, and the Juniors enjoyed CU it immensely. Autumn wore along apace, and there was wafted on the breezes a longing for Kattellville. And long will that eventful day be remembered by both us and our understudies, the Juniors. Young in their station, as Jun- iors, ignorant of the dignity due it, a few members of the Junior class, a great many more of the Sophomores, and a few stray North Siders took it into their heads to visit us at Kattellville and try, if possible, to secure a few provisions, or perhaps tamper with the wagons. Well, they came, and they went home again, but how? Black- eyed, tattered, torn, weary-looking little Juniors, sadder but we hope wiser children. Poor babes! We pity them, we are sorry for themg we have respect for their attempt at class spirit, however preposterous and uncouth it Was, but we do hope that, under our paternal guidance, they will hereafter reckon the consequences before they make any more such rash attempts. About December the first we gave the Senior dance. And what a success it was! All tripped the light fan- tastic toe, even to C. Roland, and he confesses having had the time of his life. And then, Arbor Day! What a day of supremacy for Seniors! What a day of hazardous trickery for Jun- iors! This Arbor Day brought with it no painted class stone, but something for which we must give credit to the Juniors for their originality-a xiolen stoneg that is to'say, some time during the dark night the Juniors had most cleverly had their motto carved upon our stone. It was something new! We must acknowledge that, but poor, sorry Juniors' pocketbooksg they suffered, and they suffered hard, too. We sang our class song, planted the ivy, and then for the Casino and a jolly picnic. With Thare at the bat, John as general overseer of the kitchen, 26

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pleasure and to the teacher's annoyance. And the rostrum and those window seats! All thanks be to that wise man who could look into the future and read the needs of the class of nineteen hundred and six and adapt his plans to them, for who has ever made more use than we of the rostrum, of the window seats, and of that arm chair, the wisely selected gift of one of our predecessors-that chair in which the weary philosopher rests his tired body and looks with a significant shake of his hoary head upon those naughty sevens? Then came the summons to that bond of fellowship, that tie which increases class and school spirit, that union which inspires enthusiasm to better and greater things and to more attentive study, the forming of the class as Juniors. In September of nineteen hundred and four the class of nineteen hundred and six was organized, with Charles Mangan officially elected president. Then it is that succes seems near at hand, that victory is already within one's grasp, for there is a double incentive to push one on, a motto to be lived up to, and a class to main- tain and uplift. And then it is also that antagonism arises between Juniors and Seniors. And it did arise. The Seniors of nineteen hundred and five tried to molest us in various ways, such as bribing the weather man for rain the night of our sleighride, and borrowing CI say borrowingj our pumpkins at a most inopportune timeg but despite all these evidences of fraternal affection we gave them, out of the fullness of our hearts, a good jolly dance in the spring of nineteen hundred and five. Then, much to our sorrow, they must needs leave us, and to use the words of their historian, departed, leaving behind them no footprints on the sands of time, but, infinitely better, a sense of peace in our own hearts. For the hour had come, and we were Seniors at last. Seniors! What a something there is in that name which arouses reverence and obeisance to it. What an incen- tive toward something higher. For three years did we travail and were heavy laden, but now at last we had reached the spring of living water, and deep have we drunk of it. Shortly after the foimation of the Junior class, poor innocents, we were one day rather taken by surprise to find that our class book had in a very miraculous way taken wings and flown. Anguish, disgust, and pain seized us for our momentary carelessness, but this only made our joy the greater when Lester, our big man, caught sight 25

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Bennie as head eater, and Jack as chief banana crabber, you can all know time didn't drag. In the evening we were blessed again by the presence of our beloved Juniors, and they confessed having a right good time, and for once we agreed with them. During our career as Seniors there is 'one other thing to be recorded, without which our history would be in- complete-the hospitalityishown by Mr. and Mrs. Whitney. It has been our pleasure to gather at their home and enjoy their friendliness, and as we look back upon our social career in the High School, it will always come to our minds, the remembrance of a most pleasant event. E You have heard a portion of the history of the glorious class of nineteen hundred and six-a history which has been made by our own acts and deeds, the making of which has framed our lives, developed our characters. We are about to enter into a new life, into a new field of labor, and may we be the better able to live life's course in a noble manner, for having worked and studied here together. As we now pass into a new sphere of life, may we ever keep fresh in mind our motto, Nihil sine Labore -nothing without labor-and we will find that, in the future as in the past, victory shall come, however darkly may loom the heavens at first. THE CLASS OF NINETEEN SEVEN He was a wise man who said history repeated itself, but he would have been wiser had he mentioned class historians. High School classes have a faculty of following the precedents of those gone before, much to the dis- comfiture of those much afflicted people who are forced to write them up. It is not so with the class of nineteen seven, however. For, are we not the glorious originators of the High School pin? Did we not Cspeak it softlyj carve our illustrious motto, Lahore et Honore, on the Senior stone, instead of painting it according to long-standing customg and, crowning glory of all, did we not contend bravely, though vainly, in an interclass fight? But our greatest achievement was our class dance, which, as usual, was the best that has ever been given. If sadly wilted collars and ill-treated corns are proof for stacks of fun,', it was present in superabundance. 27 -