Celoron High School - Sentinel Yearbook (Celoron, NY)

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8 THE PIONEER-CELORON. N. Y. daisies to decorate the stage. So the Junior year and the summer vacation flew by, and the Seniors faced the last year at Celoron. We found that our class of twenty or twenty-one, was the largest ever yet to graduate here. After several class meetings and discussions we decided to wear caps and gowns. This was only the beginning. We soon learned that a Senior has a very busy year. Mrs. Hatch, who after four years of advising, knew us by heart, often came to' our rescue in a time of stress. But now the year has passed, and we wish to thank every teacher who has so valiantly labored with us. Some of those years may have been long and uncertain, but we have triumphed. All through school we have been a happy-gc-lucky group, traveling together and turning to our teachers when a problem was too dillicult for us to solve. Now our ways must part. We are sailing out of the harbor onto the deep with Experience as a teacher and only the Fates to decide whether that sea of the Future shall be calm or stormy. --Alice Thornton.

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THE PIONEER-CELORON, N. Y. 7 OUR HISTORY-CLASS OF 1932 Away back in January, 1928, a small group of eight or nine eighth-graders passed the last of the preliminaries and became Freshmen. That's just the way it happened! We took extra classes during the first half of the year and in January began the first high school schedule of our lives. Some, wishing to do the thing up right took more than four subjects, and by doing so all through high school graduated last June, or were qualified to do so. The next September found our class greatly increased. Somehow, we seemed to acquire countless numbers from, well, just every- where. Our first year of high school passed away with nothing more exciting than a Freshman Party. A year later, shortly after regents, we moved into the new building, and then we did begin to feel our importance! That year we seemed to become still more cosmopolitan. Pupils came from other schools, and some of our own, seeing the face of the Future far too dark in C. H S., dropped out. Regents play havoc, too, with otherwise smoothly running courses. Some Freshmen, a few points behind us caught up, and others, upon whom Latin or some fate had laid a detaining hand, fell back. But they weren't really sad as they joined our ranks, for we claimed them all, the more the merrierf' When the spring of 1929 arrived, day light saving time went into effect, and the high school put in a cry for different school hours. Now let me pass quickly and quietly over the Strike, but I don't think there are many of us now, who don't have, tucked away somewhere, a pleasant memory of the soothing waters of old Chautauqua, tennis rackets, warm sun and pop bottles, made more exciting by passing recollections of thoroughly disgruntled school teachers. A short time later the park began to lure the students there at noon hours. The miniature golf course was just opened and we were interested. Then came the' last day before regents. Some of us were already at the park, others soon arrived, when the Pier Ballroom burst into flames. Well, again we deserted our school room. Truly, we Sophomores had neglected our studies. But now, lest you get the wrong impression of us, I must say that we worked diligently and earned every mark we received. We had our class meetings and serious moments just as we should. The Junior year dawned bright and clearg we were all lined up with heavy sched- ules, when faintly, a gleam of light broke across our horizon. Next year we would be Seniors. That fact, however, soon took a back seat in our minds. Some of the class sent for rings and pins, the rest decided to wait until next year. This year saw us begin to grow up and blossom out into really grown-up society. We frequented dances and parties which before had seemed to frown upon us. We discussed the possibili- ties of a Junior play, but due to an already crowded program, the plan was rejected. As June drew near, some discovered that it would be possible to graduate, but the thought of deserting the class of '32 seemed to decide the matter, and most of them waited. We Juniors helped prepare for Graduation, especially, I believe, by gathering

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THE PIONEER-CELORON, N. Y. 9 IT'S EASY T0 GET ADS? Have you ever tried to secure ads during this depression? If you haven't, you certainly don't know what you've missed. One day, I determined to go down town for the purpose of getting ads for the Pioneer. I took last year's Annual with me and went. When I arrived at my destination, I waited for a moment to summon up my courage, and then with knees trembling, my head throbbing, and mouth dry, I walked in and boldly asked the clerk if I could see the manager. The manager was busy, but would I care to wait. as he would be at liberty in a few moments? Then for a nice long wait of forty-five minutes in the stifling heat of that store! At last the manager appeared and I stated my question, asking if he would be interested in placing an advertisement in our Senior Annual at Celoron. He asked innumerable questions concerning prices, sizes of ads, my school and other things. By that time, I was rather exasperated, for I had wasted practically an hour. I handed him the slip to sign, for I was positive that he was going to give me a three dollar ad. Instead, he said, Well, I'm sorry, but I can't do it. Maybe next year I'll give you an ad. And that was that! With a sense of deep discouragement, I humbly and meekly departed, but my feelings were far from humble! If you think I wasn't boiling inside, youire greatly mistaken. My thoughts were running in this channel, Why that old l Z- wasting my valuable 1?D time and not even giving me a measly dollar and a half ad! The next man that I interviewed was a little more encouraging. There I obtained a small ad,-dollar and a half size. But don't think I got it without an argument. Although I felt very foolish, I emerged triumphant, despite the snickerings and amused glances of two flighty oiiice girls. The following is part of the conversation that ensued: Yes, I know, my dear child, but things are quiet as a church around here. Not more than three or four customers come in here in a day. Well, now's the time to advertise when business is so poor. Let people know you're here and what you've got to sell. I know, but- Think of the returns you'll get from this advertising. This annual will reach the hands of hundreds of the suburban people who come into town to buy supplies! Won't you reconsider and give me even a small ad ? Well, I guess you're too good a salesman. Put me down for a small one. These incidents are typical of those encountered during my sojourn in the busi- ness district. The fame and ability of Jeanette and I have spread all over the country. We have received many offers and more are pouring in. The Saturday Evening Postf' American, Colliers, Woman's Home Companion and others have written to us, imploring us to hasten to their company and join the advertising staff. But, since positions are so scarce during this depression, we are leaving them to someone 6158 who we feel will more greatly appreciate them. -Marjorie Paddock.