Bolivar Central School - Gusher Yearbook (Bolivar, NY)

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SENIOR HISTORY Four short years ago, in September 1931, we were but a group of site locaters, entering a new land and looking for a new field where we could drive our stakes and claim a lot. We found a suitable location in the Freshman room and here we did little work except the driving of our stakes so we could gain a firm foothold for our later years. Our trials and misfortunes were many at first but under the skillful guidance of Miss Rosalia Marquart they were easily surpassed. In this hard struggle for future existence we left behind one of our original stake locaters, Jean Rockwell. We were a little more settled and accustomed to our new home when we entered our Sophomore year as rig-builders. This difficult task of rig-building progressed smoothly under the aid and skillful advice of Paul (Jake) Donnelly and in a few months the foundation of our life's career was well laid. Our smooth progress was interrupted by one disturbing and sorrowful incident, the death of builder Paul Stilson, small, but one of our ablest workers. As site locaters and rig-builders we had learned much to improve our trade and had become Masterworkmen, for we were now upperclassmen, ready to begin the drilling in our well of knowledge. First we selected our drillers, the foreman being Dick Sandford. Our first project was the Junior Play Nothing but the Truth,” under the direction of Mr. Coplai, our class advisor. Our next project was our Junior Prom and after that came our Junior-Senior Banquet, our farewell to those who would not be with us in the following year. At last we were almost within reach of our success, needing only to shoot our well of knowledge to gain it. With Mr. Coplai again as our class advisor, this last year was one full of pleasant memories, for Mr. Coplai was an able leader, ever-watchful of the welfare of his shooters. As shooters we sponsored our Senior play Come out of the Kitchen” and at the same time edited our year book “The Gusher.” Both were successful projects. Now we are looking forward to graduation and with regret we think of leaving behind our friends. For although our school years were filled with many trials and tribulations, they were also filled with many happy times, which more than overshadowed any dark cloud which might have appeared on our horizon. 22

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CRANDALL WILCOX “Cran” “But when there comes a test We silent men are the best. Band (1444) Glee Club (24) Stage Manager (34) Dramatics (4) ELEANOR JEAN WILSON “The mildest manners, and the gentlest heart. Band (1444) Orchestra (14) Glee Club (2) Basketball (14) Junior Play (3) Junior Prom Committee (3) Dramatic Guild (4) “Sentinel'’ Staff (4) “Gusher” Staff (4) Athletic Sorority (34) Inter-class Basketball (2) Senior Play (4) ROBERT WILSON “Boh” “He proved his worth, by his eti-deal or ” Masten Park High School, Buffalo (1'2) Glee Club (24) Inter-class Basketball (244) Toastmaster Junior-Senior Banquet (3) Basketball (4) Editor “Gusher” (4' Baseball (3-4) Varsity “B” Club (34) Captain Elect Basketball (5) 21

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A SENIOR FANTASY 'Twas a celestial haven, one that immediately invites dreams, and why not, for it was a veritable dream-world in itself. There was a small pool, bordered by lacy ferns, commingled with forget-me-nots. Its glassy surface was dotted here and there by wax-like water-lilies, 'twixt which beautiful swans, no less white than the lilies, majestically swam. Its smooth surface seemed an exact replica of the lofty canopy of heaven o'erhead, so clearly did it reflect the billowy clouds as they floated lazily by. As I sat there dreamily, my mind unconsciously turned to Bolivar Central School and the class of 35. How nice it would be to see them all again. But look, that cloud, reflected in the pool is bursting and behold— There appears a majestic forest and between the giant trees rides the forest ranger, none other than James DeGroff. But what is that droning noise, which is disturbing the habitual quiet of the forest? We follow the forest ranger's gaze upward and there we see an airplane. Look! The pilot is Earl Monroe, who is setting a new endurance record. Good luck to you Earl. Crack! Crack! Crack! What can this be? Ah yes, it is Jean Filips, who has her gym students doing exercises in time to the music of her gum. There is a sudden change and now I see an ocean liner plying its way majestically through the waves. On its deck sits Dorothy Jordan, a traveling companion, who is reading to her employer and can it be?—Yes, the book is one written in collaboration by Bea Collins and Bernadine Eberl—the outstanding book of the year. Now I hear an outburst of music and too there is a chorus of beautiful girls, swaying in time to the music and leading them is the star of the evening, titian-haired Wilma Perkins, doing one of the latest dances of the year. As the music comes to an end, and she makes her way to her dressing-room, she is met by Jane Herrick, a noted journalist, seeking an interview. Crandall Wilcox and George Oestrich, the stage managers are hastening to have the sets changed for the next act. This scene of turmoil is replaced by one of hushed quiet, as I see Theodore Dellone, Governor of New York dictating letters to his competent secretary Lucille Coyle and if I'm not mistaken the White House is not far ctf. Now I see another office, one where everything is characterized by business-like haste. Robert Wilson, the president of this large firm, is in conference with Thelma Richmond, a professional advertiser. In his outer office, Gertrude Shaner and Helen Salzer, his two private secretaries, are busily, at work, ever ready to answer his call. Now Fifi, you be a good little doggie, while mumsy has her hair fixed. Can it be? Yes it is Betty Morrow, now married to a millionaire and she is entering the exquisite Beauty Salon on Fifth Avenue, owned by Iola Greene and Maxine Swarthout. 23