Canastota High School - Toot Yearbook (Canastota, NY)

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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.

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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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THE TOOT 15 as president. We had several other parties and business meetings during th year which were attended by the majority of the class. When school convened in the fall of 1928-29, a Junior meeting was held at which officers were elected with Arthur Hermann as president, Eudora Sykes as secretary and treasurer. Miss Powers and Miss Jutkiewicz were our advisors. Our financial problems were solved by each member paying 10 cents a month dues. This was profit- able in some cases. The play present- ed by our class in the first one-act play contest was ‘‘The Trysting Place” by Booth Tarkington. In January we elected officers a second time. Eva Ponticello was chosen president and Eudora Sykes secretary and treasurer. Our class entertained the seniors by giving a picnic at Chittenango Falls, last June. We enjoyed ourselves and believe that the Seniors did. Before commencement it is the duty of the Junior class to decorate the auditor- ium for the seniors, and last year we carried out this task. We ushered at both the baccalaureate and the grad- uation exercises. Our last deed to be performed as the Junior class was serving at the Alumni banquet. In the fall of 1929 we elected offi- cers with Miriam Walton as president, Mary Frost as treasurer and Eudora Sykes as secretary. Our advisors were' Miss Powers and Miss Jutkiewicz. In the one-act play contest we presented the play “Neighbors.” We have sold candy and pencils to earn money this year. After regents were ended in January rehearsals were started for the senior play “The Whole Town’s Talking.” Every senior helped to sell tickets, so that our profits were about $90. The members of the Senior Class have been active in many school ac- tivities. I am sure they will be missed by the dramatic club, glee club and in athletics. We send our best wishes for pros- perous years to me coming senior classes and hope that they will ac- complish what we have left undone. —Mandalay Grems JUNIORS ’31 The year nineteen hundred and twenty-nine and thirty was a success- ful one for the class of thirty-one. The first meeting was held in Septem- ber 1929 for the purpose of electing officers and choosing a drama for the one-act play contest. Officers for the year were elected as follows: Presi- dent, lone Robertson; Secretary, Joy TeWinkel; Treasurer, Katherine Grei- ner. Miss Anna B. Clines and Mrs. Everett Jones are our advisors. Our greatest triumph was the In- ter-class one-act play contest in which we were victorious. We won a loving cup, a gift of the Dramatic Club, for the class. The play presented was “Thursday Evening” by Christopher Morley. The members of the cast in- cluded lone Robertson, Thomas Spad- afora, Joy TeWinkel, and Muriel Buh- rig. Their names and the year one thousand nine hundred and thirty-one have been engraved on the cup. The first social event of the year was a corn roast held at Robertson’s camp in September. We enjoyed a very pleasant evening. The Junior-Senior picnic, which is expected to be the biggest social event of the year, will take place some time during Commencement Week. The class desires to express their appreciation for the loyal and effic- ient services of their advisors during the past year. —Joy TeWinkel, Secretary