Bolivar Central School - Gusher Yearbook (Bolivar, NY)

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BOLIVAR HIGH SCHOOL BLIZZARD 5

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BOLIVAR HIGH SCHOOL “BLIZZARD” 7 Seniors 1925 The senior class of 1924-25 is no better or no worse than its predecessors. There is the usual amount of intelligence, talent and brains as is found in other classes. But we have one distinctive feature— there are just thirteen of us. Thirteen is perhaps an unlucky number but we have been unusually lucky so far. Everyone made their counts in January and if none of the papers are returned by hard-hearted regents officials we have cause for rejoicing. The one cause for friction between classes, the annual rite of painting the tank with the ruling class number, was finally settled. Everyone agrees that the strange hieroglypics on the tank looks as much like a five as a six and therefore everyone is satisfied. The juniors, however, sturdily insist that it is a “six” while the seniors maintain that it has more resemblance to a “five.” Our senior play was a complete success both financially and dramatically, so we are told. Who can forget: Willie’s lack of pep, Kate’s use of the mother tongue, Mrs. Easton’s domineering personality, Mr. Easton’s henpeck, Elizabeth’s foolish infatuation, and all the rest of the acting which was so well done by the rest of the class. To make you more acquainted with the wonders of nature which we have in the class we will now go on a sight-seeing trip through the senior section of study hall. We are now entering the rear study hall door. Directly in front of you is Mary Cummings the dashing strawberry blonde who through her quiet winning ways and hard studying has won her admiration throughout her high school years. Occupying the same compartment you see Josephine McDivitt, the eighth wonder of the world, who at the delicate age of 15 proves that work works wonders. Directly in front sits Margaret Wainman, who joined our ranks last September, the Baby Peggy of Little Genesee. To the rear on the left are seen Edwina Smith and Genevieve Williams. The former bears a resemblance to a French style of slippers both being short vamps. The latter, “Our Little Midget,” who although very small has a great line of talk. In front of this unmatchable pair sits Marguerite White and Feme Wilson. Marguerite is one of the few remaining specimens in the B. H. S. who believes in thinking much and saying naught. Feme is our blushing bride of the paste diamond episode on the Washington trip. To the left and back of this combination you see Florence Shaner and Olive Lain. Florence is our beautiful ash blonde being the only