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

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was decided to appear at all our graduation exercises in one white dress, decreasing expenses and thereby preventing none from partaking in the exercises. On April twenty-eighth we gave our Senior dance at the Monday Afternoon Club House. This was heartily enjoyed by all. We planted our ivy and dedicated our class stone on Arbor Day, May 5 last. To the surprise and disgust of the Juniors we held our exercises during the twenty minutes period while they, expecting us to have them Saturday, were making elaborate plans to molest us. Much embarassed, the Junior orator Was obliged to shovel the dirt which buried our class records and planted our ivy. Our last event Was the picnic at the Casino. This Was a great success. The time now draws near when we all must part. Some will go one way and some another, but We will always look back with pleasure upon our High School days. As we travel through life may we always be true to our class and by living up to our motto: “Facta Non Verba”—deeds not words—overcome iu the future as we have in the past, the difficulties which confront us. 23

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Now again we met in Room 35 not as Juniors this time, but as Seniors, exalted and renowned, looked up to by the entire student body. At this time John Stephenson was chosen president. In the meantime another class had been organized who called themselves Juniors. We extended to them a challenge to a football game and they accepted. We disliked defeating them the first thing and discouraging and disheart¬ ening them at the very outset, so we tied the score. But here again more trouble came—the rhetoricals. One by one, the pupils were consulted by Mr. Greengard who walked around with a knowing smile upon his face. They must mount the lofty platform— for lofty, indeed, it seemed although in reality it was only elevated about two feet—and here with a tremb¬ ling voice and palid face must deliver a well learned selection. But a still greater anixety came one day when Mr. Greengard announced that from that time forth there would be no more prompting. If pupils forgot t heir selections they must take their seats and appear the next week—that was appalling. But, of course, none of the class of nineteen hundred and eleven needed the prompting. Once more we met in Room 35, this time electing officers who should preside at graduation. Aubrey Bowen was elected president. As spring drew near a class ride and Kattelville became an interesting topic. On March 10, at De¬ forest Street bridge a merry company gathered and Went to Kattelville. This proved to be a very enjoyable event with Mr. Green and Miss Ball as chaperons. One day it was decided to consult with the young and inexperienced Juniors concerning the exchang¬ ing of class banners for decorating at the dances. We elected a member of our class to represent us and he started to their class meeting. But alas! as he drew near the door was closed in his face by these poor, ignorant Juniors who feareed our mighty representative. But of course we could pardon such an act in those who knew no better. As the first part of our last term drew near excitement arose among the fair maidens of the class concerning the needless expense of graduation. A suggestion had been offered that the “ferocious dresses” of former years be superceded by more simple ones. After a heated discussion among the young ladies it 22

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CLASS POEM. Meryl Ina Greenrnun 1 . ’Twas in the fall of nineteen seven, That to B. C. H. S. there came, This noted class of nineteen eleven Starting out for fame. IV. We have worked as well as played, Till Seniors now are we. And from our memories never fade, Classmates, whom now we see. II. Four pleasant years We’ve spent here, So short they now do seem That looking back We almost fear, They must have been a dream. V. What good times we’ve had together, At our many class affairs. Now the time has come to sever, And to take up other cares. III. How proud when as the Junior class, We motto and colors chose. And gave our yell until the last Waking Seniors from a doze. VI. Farewells must be spoken Though perhaps with many a sigh And may this be a little token Of 1911 class, good-bye. 24