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

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colds. At midnight the iight was declared off, and for the first time in history, the Senior Stone remained unpainted. ' So, ending our career with a glorious victory, We, the class of Nineteen Hundred and Thir- teen, are about to bid you farewell. We leave you, not only the last, but also the largest class to graduate from the present High School Building. v RUTH JENKINS. 30

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futile attempt to give us a vocal demonstration of their class spirit was easily drowned out by the lusty voiced Seniors. They also attempted to adorn our study-hall with their colors, but the Janitor, showing excellent judgment, removed them before our eyes had to be tried by their presence. And Juniors, where are your beloved Class Books? You really should learn to keep a firmer hold of them, and likewise of your banner. The Senior dance given at the Monday Afternoon Club House the night following Thanksgiving, outshone, if it is possible, our attempt as Juniors. Harvest decorations carried out the color scheme, as did the refreshments. In February last, Charles Bartholomew was chosen the class President for the remainder of the term. The Juniors and Seniors again went on a straw-ride to Kattellville, and all re- ported a fine time, and a great sufficiency of beans. We defeated the Juniors, as well as every other class, in basketball this Winter, and very nearly outclassed them in track, being only one and-a-half points behind. However, what might perhaps be considered the greatest triumph of our entire career was on Arbor Day. In the afternoon the regular exercises for the dedication of the Class Stone, were conducted in front of the building. Our President, Charles Bartholomew, presided and gave the opening speech, and our Arbor Day orator, Lynn Howard, as well as Mr. Garver, ad- dressed us. We compelled Bernard Wolcott, ex-President of the Juniors, to shovel the first of the earth into the excavation, in which the ivy and class-book were planted. This was done much to his discomfiture, and not in least to improving the appearance of his new tan shoes. Before next year, Bernard, you had better learn on which end of the ivy the roots are. In the evening the trusty Seniors assembled to defend our class stone, and the annual fight with the Juniors ensued. A large box firmly weighted with rocks protected the stone itself, and a fire hose attached to a nearby hydrant helped to dampen the clothing, and the spirits of the Juni- ors. Later force was resorted to, and the Seniors easily outclassed the Juniors, both in strength and in numbers. The only damage done was the conversion of the front yard into a small lake, the spattering of the front of the building with paint, and the acquisition of several severe 29

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CLASS PROPHECY, 1913 This looks just like an ordinary scarf, doesn't it? But whoever puts this scarf over their face can see just fine. All that is necessary to be done is to follow directions and you can see into the future as far as you like. First, you must decide what you wish to see and then ad- just the scarf. The effect is a panoramic view of what you wanted. Now, for a demonstra- tion of this wonderful scarf. I choose-a View of my dignified my classmates five years hence. Ah! The scene changes! I hear a peculiar sound, a blaze of great brilliancy bursts into view. As it draws nearer, I see it is-our honored President's broad, good-humored smile. Behind this, of course, is Charles, but how changed from the debonair chap we knew in B. C. H. S. His manner is quite fatherly and he has two sweet little girls, one on each arm. CNot so much changed in some respectsj The faces of the children bear a remarkable resemblance to Marietta. He now has a fine position as successor to Nellie B. in the New High School. He says he must HCll3C,, along because he promised Marietta to pump the vacuum cleaner. I see, now, a beautiful house, a merry face appears in the door. It's Mildred Foster Crane. Ah! She has disappeared and I hear Henry's silvery voice calling Wifey. Ora Cockroft is living with them until she completes her novel, one of rapid action, in which Ruth Fry plays a prominent part as the villainess. Ah! What is this? A wedding. The bride in her fresh young beauty holds every eye. I recognize her at once-it's Ruth Jenkins but the groom is a stranger. VVho do you think? It is Vincent Astor. The Astor family are much pleased by the match. Alex, where art thou? flilcho answers- Yale. J The clergyman's voice sounds strangely familiar and where have I seen those golden curls? Why, it's Chamberlain. Mrs. Chamberlain or Jessie, as she is 31