Bolivar Central School - Gusher Yearbook (Bolivar, NY)

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BOLIVAR HIGH SCHOOL BLIZZARD 15 The Washington Trip The Bolivar High school senior class, accompanied hv friends and faculty members, departed from (Mean on the morning of April 4tli for (lie annual Washington trip, an epoch in the career of all gra mating classes. Following is a list of those taking the trip: Weldon Foster, .June Walters, Julia Carlson, Ruth Potter, Edgar Dillie, Earle Harrington, Frances Eisler, Roberta Lain, Marcedas Turner, M. H. VanCuren, non-members of class of ’25; Harry Sackett, Malcolm McDivitt, Feme Wilson, Edwina Smith, Josephine McDivitt, Florence Murphy, Florence Shaner, Genevieve Williams, Margaret Wainman, Mary Cummings, of the class of ’25; Violet Hoffman, Elsie Luther and R. C. Witter, of the school faculty. Arriving at the capitol city Saturday evening, April 4, after a rather tedious but somewhat hilarious ten hours on the Pennsylvania railroad, the group of high school seniors, teachers and friends repre- senting Xunda, Belfast, Arkport, Belmont, Fillmore, East Aurora, Richburg and Bolivar, anchored at the National hotel, were assigned their rooms and might have been in bed by 10:30 had they been so inclined. Generally speaking, the first evening was passed quietly enough, everyone seeming to feel the need of a good rest before venturing forth to “explore the wonders” of America’s most beautiful city. Sunday morning found the group which numbered about 155, en-route for Annapolis, Md., via the Baltimore-Washington trolley, Here the state capitol and the U. S. naval academy were major points of interest. Submarine chasers, yachts and other vessels lined up at the Annapolis docks were subjected to considerable scrubbing, while the antics of a group of Philippino sailors on the ball field amused the spectators. Sunday evening found most members of the group back in

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14 BOLIVAR HIGH SCHOOL “BLIZZARD” Sure we cannot leave out Helen Johnson who boasts of her Scandinavian (Nordic) descent, And when it comes down to her studying, talking is where most of her time is spent. Nevah Jones who drums the orchestra piano is the girl of powder and paint. And when it comes down to music, it sounds like a harp, but it ain’t. Although she is very pretty and plays by note very well, She cannot go out on the stage and why, is just what I won’t tell. Richard Miller, who tries to outdo his brother Paul At noon, when he’s at school, he is out there playing ball. Doris Monroe, the big girl of 192H, Who runs with fellows and stays out late. Much about this 1 will not relate, But sometime or other she’ll find out her fate. We have here with us Marguerite Nelson, calm, quiet and sedate. A study in contrasts and when it comes to classes She can’t find half questions enough to ask. Maxine Nelson, who is a distinguished speaker especially when she’s in school, She can always laugh and snicker, lay aside all the stuff that Maxine does, If she stopped for a minute someone else would begin to buzz. Arthur Richardson, our football star of ’24, He’s such a hard kicker he’d raise anyone’s floor, But when it comes down to football, he is always at the game, No matter who kicked him in the slats he always appears the same. Irene Seamans, so they all say, Could play basketball any day. She is tall and can run very fast. She’d jump and hit the ball and blat like a calf. Nelson Shavalier, or our friend “Nellie,” Hit a guy and almost knocked him silly. And when in the scouts lie’s a very good guy, And at any game lie’s always spry. Virgie Taylor, our star in commercial arithmetic, Would drive “Mose” almost frantic, or else make him a lunatic. When it comes to working, she’s pretty good, But she can do arithmetic in a Klu Kluxer’s hood. Oh, sure we cannot leave out Edith Sprague who talks serenely and laughs often. Some day she will talk and talk off her head and then they can buy her a coffin. Burdette Thompson being our author, naturally forbids comment, And when it comes to anything but talking he ain’t worth a cent. Winifred Ward is as fat as can be And carries the keys to biology. We don’t want to leave out Lawrence Wightman, our left hand marvel of basketball. And when he gets the ball in his possession he dribbles it the length of the hall. And when he shoots at the basket he always drops it straight in, And if you watch him very long, your head will begin to spin.

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16 BOLIVAR HIGH SCHOOL “BLIZZARD” Washington at the Congressional library, one of the finest and most elaborate structures in the capital city. Monday morning was passed at the fisheries and at Arlington National cemetery. The latter stop was most impressive due to the visit, to the grave of America’s unknown soldier, the mast of the battleship Maine, tiie old Lee mansion and other marks of historic interest. Just as the party entered the national burying ground a military funeral was observed which lent considerable color to the scene. The afternoon hours were profitably engaged in the trip to Mt. Vernon where the mansion and grounds of Washington’s estate were inspected. Returning to Washington, the evening was devoted quite generally to theatre attendance, Keith’s being most popular. Tuesday morning the party “made” the national capitol building, the bureau of printing ana engraving and the Washington monument, a structure 555 feet in height. The latter was ascen 'ed with considerable perspiration since the elevator was not in action and the only means of ascent available was by stairway. On Wednesday the party was assured of the honor of meeting President Coolidge at the White House. President Coolidge seemingly evinced a desire to pass through his line of hand-shakers as quickly as possible, and four minutes after the long line of well-wishers had started to move through the executive offices of the White House, the experience of meeting a president was a thing to be reflected on. The general concensus of opinion among members of the Bolivar party was that President Coolidge was far too busy a man to spend much time in greeting visitors. Thursday was the day set for departure from the capitol city. The party left enroute to Philadelphia, and passed the afternoon in the Quaker City. Motor bus accommodations conveyed the group about the city, dropping them at the Broad street station, and leaving them to their own devices until evening. Piling into the Pennsylvania R. R. sleepers shortly after seven o’clock, the members of the party were at last settled, and as the train rolled on into the night, a few hours of much needed slumber were gained. The arrival at Clean was in the darkness of the early morning, some time in the vicinity of four o’clock. The party—tired, travel stained, and generally weary —presented a rather woeful appearance. Sprawled on waiting room benches in every conceivable position, they awaited the trains that were to convey them to their respective villages. When the Philadelphia train paused at Clean, less than five minutes was allowed for the party to alight. Earle Harrington, dreaming blissfully of the wonders of the capitol city, did not arouse easily. He was left on the train to be put off at Franklinville and to return to ()lean on a later passenger service. At home the goddess of sleep was assiduously courted by all members of the party—at least for a day or more. But now that some time has passed since the excursion and time has dimmed the memory of vicissitudes, the “wonders of oui- trip to Washington” are sometimes rehearsed.