Bolivar Central School - Gusher Yearbook (Bolivar, NY)

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MARY C. WARD Mary” Assistant Editor of Sentinel, '30 Student Council Vice-President, ’31 Assistant Editor Gusher, '30, '31 Sportsmanship Brotherhood, '30 31 Glee Club, '28, '29, '30 “There appears much joy in her. ROY E. WHITE White” Glee Club President, '31 Hi-Y, '31 Class Play, '28, '29, '30, '31 Latin Club Treasurer, '30 Band, '31 Student Council, '31 Gusher Staff, '31 Sentinel Staff, '31 Dramatic Club, '31 He plays o' th' voil-de-gambo.” BYRON F. WHITFORD “Whit” Band, '31 Sentinel Editor, '31 Class Play, '31 “Heaven! that I had thy head! Shakespeare is to be thanked for the quotations—Bolivar Central School is to be thanked for the Seniors. I 25 1

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MARGARET B. SHAVALIER Marg” Girl Reserves, '28, '29, '30 Highest Scholastic Average,'28,'29 President, '30 Class Play, '31 “I hip not this fooling.'' A. MAXINE SIMONS “Max” Varsity B” Club, ’31 Girl Reserves, '29, 30, 31 Basketball, '28, '29, '30, '31 Secretary and Treasurer, '29, '30 Class Play, '29, '31 Dramatic Club, '31 “From your mind to mirth and merriment, which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life. DORIS I. SORTORE “Irene” Class Play, '29 Sentinel Staff, '30 Gusher Staff, '30 “How my achievements mocl( me! BEATRICE C. TYLER “Bea” Shinglehouse Htgh School, '27 Friendship High School, 28 Class President, '29 Girl Reserves, '28, ’29 Vice-President, '28 Sportsmanship Brotherhood, '30,'31 Cheer Leader, '29, '30, '31 Gusher Staff, '30, '31 Latin Club, '30 Glee Club, '29, '30 President, '30 Secretary, '29 Class Play, '30, '31 “She will sing the savageness out of a bear. I 241

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€tl€ History of Class of ’31 We, Seniors of 1931, are now 27, a large class. Together have we passed through four years of high school life, whose formerly gigantic problems appear to us now, after years of slow development into the austerity of Seniors, as the most trivial of details. Lest we forget—let us go back and review those years of merry activity, which now dwell in a land beyond our reach, a dreamland, which yields access if properly sought. The quest requires that we ourselves be dreamers. Even now our dream-ship floats toward us, all glistening, pink and silver, a scintillating bubble of ample size, within whose golden walls we must depart and re-live our high school life. Safely ensconced within this fanciful body we glide swiftly on, until we reach a foreign land where are irrevocably stored the years we seek. First we come face to face with ourselves, mere Freshmen but recently arrived from the tedious grades. With Mr. T. L. Johnson as principal, we were initiated into the joys of living. After a year of some foolish Freshman-like play, and a little work, culminating in success or failure, we decided life was truly grand, and passed on to the higher realm of Sophomores. As Sophomores, secretly enjoying our new guise of more profound sobriety, we became more attentive to study, concluding that Freshmen were a silly lot. And during this year we presented a stirring musical comedy in assembly under the guidance of Mr. Romaine Button. In our third year, we were termed Juniors,to us, a magic name, spelling increasing powers and glory. At this time we were thoroughly experienced in the art of money raising, inspired by Miss Martiny, whose ingenious suggestions, executed by the class, attained the mundane goal. We learned that banquets do cost, and, besides, are great affairs, especially the one we gave the Seniors in May at the Bolivar. The year was filled on our part by giving card parties and bake sales. At length, suppressing a desire to linger, we glide onward, stopping only to fondly review our Senior days. We had become, strangely, distinguished editors and writers, editing the Sentinel and Gusher, our prized possessions, both supervised by Miss Tallman, preceptress in the B.C. S. A busy year engulfed us. With Miss Martiny, on April 30, 1931, we presented the memorable, all-laughy, The Whole Town s Talking. We see again those numerous Senior gatherings, diligent groups, ar-rangmg for commencement, truly a task. In June, we twenty-seven Seniors, gather for a last high school class, facing graduation and life. Pop! Our bubble has vanished. With a desperate sensation of helplessness, we fall swiftly into space. With a shock, we once more return to reality, realizing that our happiest days can be only reached in dreams.