Canastota High School - Toot Yearbook (Canastota, NY)

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THE TOOT 13 CLASS POEM PONEMAH By Charlotte Church His outflung arms, stretched upward with his gaze Up, up toward sunset clouds a statue tall Of bronze etched dull against the flashing blaze Held gripped by unseen hands. The valley wall Of zigzag hills pink-shaded at the crest In twilight’s mystic sway of loveliness, Linked sweetness of old wanderings to his eyes. The eyes of the young chief were strangely drawn. For youth was leaving him with sweet goodbyes. His fast must end, his youth end with the dawn. He prayed to Manito in young despair. The dawn, he knew, would bid him forward go Down manhood’s paths to rule, he knew not where His peopie in the valley far below. He stood, awe-struck, held by the fairyland Of buttressed walls like ripples petrified. The dreamy Spring with never-lagging hand Enhanced with fragrant scent this paradise. The silent, pulsing panorama’s hold Obliterated scarlet, mauve and gold. A young chief staring out into the night— The stars were silver teardrops in the sky. The foam-flecked river mottled ghostly white Wept with the wind a silver lullaby. A flash across his eyelids and he waked. He rose, amazed, as sorrow left his face— Why just Iasi night the bitter thought had raked His soul; that youth had lost the even race. And yet he found these cares dropped from his heart As he gazed out across the valley’s rim. For dawn hurled at him all the skillful art Her everlasting charms could muster in. He prayed once more, bathed in the gleaming whirl; Rapt in the dawn, the promise of the world. The lofty pine-fringed crests of emerald green; The stately pinnacles—blood scarlet swords Piercing the pendant clouds with violet sheen; A dewy field with dainty daisy hordes Smiled sweetly in quaint, gracious dignity. He dropped his gaze upon the valley floor, To where the spiral smoke contentedly Climbed on wings above his tribal door. The peace and sunshine of the world, unrolled, Lay like a bendiction on his soul. With sparkling eyes in which clean visions rest. Straight as an iris leaf, slim as a lance; Resolved to give the waiting world his best; He turned into the path where shadows dance, The winding path down, down the mountain slope The path with duty, toils and dangers sowed While confidence enshrined his heart with hope, The Spirit led him down the Spring-white road. Into the world, a man grown wondrous wise; And yet those silver stars clung in his eyes Ponemah is an Indian word meaning “hereafter”.

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12 THE TOOT BOARD OF EDUCATON Charles H. Hoffman, President Norman L. Stafford Judge Albert E. Campbell Dr. David M. Hoyt May Chapman Phillips Five citizens, each outstanding in his own profession, compose the Can- astota High School Board of Educa- tion. This group of four men and one woman has efficiently directed and sponsored the school activities for the past year. Under their guidance the high school has raised its scholastic standing in the various departments; the school equipment has been in- ---------T creased; the school has become more widely known. They have met every issue with fine judgment and excell- int ability. The Senior Class of 1930 in collaboration with the entire stud- ent body takes this opportunity to ex- press their appreciation of the tire- less efforts and accomplishments of this small group of educational pro- moters. UPON READING VIRGIL” (The year 1930 is the bimillennial anniversary of Virgil’s birth.) He played, a Carthaginian bard and sang of the wandering moon. His flowing locks touched gold to his gilded lyre. In a silvery voice, with his sweeping smile, he spun a magical tune To the ineense-burning altars of desire. He painted sunlit places, and sea-foam gleaming bright; The constellations of the seven stars. He sang of meteor races across a starlit night Like the flashing of the naked sword of Mars; Of gloomy forests black with fir and cliffs stretched toward the sky; Of distant battles, victory and joy; Of pulsing oars, tall ships and soldiers scorning life to die; Of Greek Achilles and the doom of Troy. His tongue with bright agility leapt down the dear years ceased. He snared long-slumb’ring mem’ries in his net. Aeneas must have wept that night Aeneas who had tried so to forget. ----------T- Jennie Mae: “Why have you got your socks on wrong side out?” Hollis: “My feet got hot so I turned the hose on them.” at Dido’s royal feast —By Charlotte Church Roland: “Your teeth look like pearls in the moonlight.’ ’ Lillian: “ Mmm, since when have you been going out with Pearl?”

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14 THE TOOT 1X 3 Iif am' i SENIOR CLASS CLASS HISTORY OF 1930 We, Seniors of 1930, entered High School as freshmen in the fall of 1926. Young as we were, I am sure none of us have forgotten the day we were initiated by the sophomores. We marched in front of the study hall a- mid the laughter of those called up- perclassmen. We were told not to re- move the paint from our faces or ribbons from our hair, but a few, who were more daring than the rest, bold- ly removed theirs. In the fall of our freshman year we had a corn roast at Rommel’s camp to which the faculty was in- vited, although only a few attended. In the fall of 1927, as Sophomores, we elected officers with Mandalay Grems, president. Our advisors were Miss Powers and Mrs. Milmoe. The freshmen were initiated that fall by , us, amusing us more than it did them. In October we held a Hallowe’en par- ty in the old high school. Everyone enjoyed himself. There was plenty of cider and doughnuts, although one jug of cider did, very mysteriously walk out. At the beginning of the new term in January our class elected officers again with Charles VanZandt Front row, left to right: H. Allis, B. Kolar, R. Kolar, M. Calli, M. Grems, E. Ponticello, A. Stoner, E. Sykes, M. Carr, J. Braun. Second row, left to right: M. Olcott, M. Buhrig, L. Morse, P. Venturine, M. Roberts, C. McCul- lough, M. Walton, M. Woolsey. Third row, left to right: M. Frost, C. Church, M Cady, V. Kilts, D. Calhoun, Louise Powers, Advisor; R. Stone. Back row, left to right: C. Dentler, C. Sykes, G. Hertel, I. Wells, I. Margrey, Frances Jutkiewicz, Advisor; G. Klock, S. Sorbello, J. Dinneen.