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

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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 -

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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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But in regard to our organization. It was one day in the early part of last fall that the joyful tidings were proclaimed from the desk, The members of the Junior class will meet after school in room 35. Instantly the third floor was in a state of the greatest commotion. Patriotic Juniors hugged one another in delight, and ex- pressions of joy were heard from all sides. Yet alas! When the hour for assembly arrived there came a division of the sheep and goats, and the ill-treated XI-B's fthe sheep, of coursej, were banished to the realms without. Needless to say, this seclusion was not for long. The A's discovered that they were powerless without the aid of their better half, and soon the class assembled, whole and entire, in the sanctified regions dedicated to their use. Then followed the election of officers, and with H Sid Clark as president we planned the winter's campaign. Our first class function was a fudge party held in the Barlow. Strange to say, with the exception of the small inroads made upon them by the Juniors, the eatables remained quite unmolested despite their excellence. In fact, those angelic Seniors ventured no nearer than the street sidewalk, where one glimpse of Professor Whitney sufficed to put them to rout. Oh, nog I forgot that redoubtable hero, Charles H. L. Ford, who succeeded in gain- ing admittance to the scenes of revelry under the protection, not of a flag of truce, but a diminutive Bell. And now we are approaching that magic week which marks the division line between students and gradu- ates, Seniors and Juniors. If commencement week holds in it a tinge of sadness for the class of 1906, for naughty seven it represents the greatest heights of bliss. Yesterday we were Juniors, scorned and ill-treatedg to-day we inscribe after our names the magic word Seniors. Seniors, upper class men, and lords of all we survey, free to shout from the housetops our inspiring slogan: - Rickety fax, rickety mx, If1lf11lbIlU00, kazoo, IYIZIIX. Rickrffy rezfvn, bickory bmmrz, Bingo I-Iigh, Nineteen Seven! 28