Camp Rondack - Rondacts Yearbook (Pottersville, NY)

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-1? ea , If our calendar of memories, 1935, resembles a brightly colored picture book, We must thank those busy fingers in the Arts and Crafts Bunk. All along the margins of our record are bright splashes of color and cleverly fashioned objects. As we turn the pages-slowly, to miss none of these lovely decorations-We are reminded how popular a material sponge proved to be, from Irma Newman's amusing Indian doll, and Frankie Richman's delightful sponge landscape to Mildred Wolff, who started the rage for sponge sandals. Here's Dotty Rann's mosaic make-up box, and there, on the next page those gorgeous glinting copper placques that Frankie M, Wolfsie and Shirley Greene made. These expressive masks which Leila and Percy experimented with stare vividly out at us, surrounded by June's confetti dish, Glo and Ronnie's leather purses, and the initialed bracelets of Gloria Schustek and Claire Field. Tlhis charming bit of color is Edyth Bleetstein's little rag doll, and next to it are the landscapes of our live-year-old artists. These more finished designs on our calendar are the work of Rondack's young Rembrandts, the talented members of the Sketch Club. Guided by Randy's sympathetic criticism, they adorned both the calendar and their bunk walls with charcoal drawings from life, lithographs on newspad, and clay models. It's Art for Arts and Crafts' Sake at Rondackl

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CAMPFIRE Mona'ay's child loves Campfires light, Its Indian lore and tribal rite. By the quiet Schroon Lake waters, By the peaceful council-fire, Sat two teams. the Ron, the Dack, Sat two teams in peace and silence, Swore an oath of sportsmanship For the coming summer season. X There by Schroon Lake's silvered waters Met four tribes in utter silence. K Chippewa-thus named the sky tribe, Wa-wa-te-see for the fire-fly, Onondaga for the sun, And Oneida for the bluebird. There they met and sang their songs. Met again in peace and reverence, Offered up their tribal prayers, Prayed the winds to bring them blessings, Prayed to lightning and to thunder. Met once more and spoke their legends, Told how out of total darkness, The tribes of which they then were members Took their names, their evolutions. Met again in festive mood, Challenged each in competitions, Testing strength, and testing skill, Peting thus their first full moon. Assembled there another evening, Dancing to the tom-tom beating, Showed to all their tribal dances, Offered dance up to the moon. Met there for the final campnre, Offered tribal sacrinces. Offered that which they held dearest, Smoked the council pipe of peace, Symbol of eternal friendship.

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nv- Y A 'Q .. 54?- iourw' nkxtiiri B 7 1 3 ,I l'Saturday's child just 'acts' her .age In many plays on Roina'ack's stage. FOURTH OF I ULY IN CANDYLAND Said the lipstick to the pencil, I really feel quite spryl In spite of the gala show We gave last night, the Fourth of July. Said the powder-puff to the lipstick, I hear 'twas a great success, That you traveled out to Candyland on the lollypop express! Oh, we Went with Jean Field-Yum Yum, the candy-maker man, And Shirley 'Judy' Janis, and then the fun began For Uncle Rona Prieden, Sam just opened wide his eyes When Taster Connie Gottlieb revealed the great surprise. My, the lipstick added, What a candybox we saw! With lollypops and butterscotch and sourballs and more! Lollypops that danced and sang, all red and white and blue, QAudrey Weiser, Claire Kulok and Beulah Davidson toolj And sourballs that wore lorgnettes in a most surprising way, CFor Joyce was haughty, Elaine proud, and Ruth was quite blaselj Hoot mon! In kilts and plaid bedecked the 'but o' scotch' was there And the snappy-flavored life-savers had a truly nautical air. But ho-ho! laughed the rouge, and blushed, those funny popcorn clowns With Donna's pants that would insist on having ups and downs. Said the lipstick to the pencil, Yes, I really feel quite spryl For I surely spent a tasty, most delicious Fourth of July! TI-IANK YOU, DOCTOR Nurse Isabel Schiffman Clooking through filesj : Doctor, there's a blank card here for a Mrs. Gloria Blickman-Lester. I'm afraid I don't remember the case. Shall I keep the card? Dr. Frankie M. WoIfs1'e-Gurney: Lester-Lester-oh, of course! She wasn't a patient at all. I'm surprised that ypu've forgotten the case: I know I never shall. She was that jewel-thief who chose my office as the place to out- wit Dennis Carol Lewis Court, the messenger from Lartier's.