Central Park School - Scrip Yearbook (Schenectady, NY)

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WHERE HAVE WE HEARD THAT BEFORE? Mr. Heller- ll you drop a letter, pick it up. Mr. Simpson- Now, is that clear to all you lel- lahs7 Mrs. Ralph- How many Scrips do you want? Mrs. Steers- Put your chairs under the table! Mrs. Owens- Boys! Miss Wallace- Who wants to stay and wash the boards? Miss Roohan- l don't like it, somebodyl Miss Harrison- Try to get a little more black in your background. Miss Smith- How many have read tive short stories? Miss Wells- Have you the second sheet of that contract? Miss Lavery - ls there something the matter with you? Miss Kittle- l guess this row is ready to leave. Miss Robinson - Peter, you'll be the death ol me yet. Miss Eighmey- Pull your gym suits down, girls. Miss Madden- Don't forget, a test tomorrow. Miss Morrow- Your homework is on page -. Miss Weider- Come back at three o'clock. Mr. O'Brien- All right. Miss Wallace- Throw your gum out the win- dow. Miss Bush- I can't hear you. Miss Jennings - Wallace, get in your own seat. Mrs. Burke- Central Park School. Mr. Porter- What's the meaning ol this? Mrs. Laverty- Keep off those scales. Audrey Keele- Oh, my heart! Betty Mannes- Want to hear what Bruce said the other day? Mickey McFarland- Gleepsl Mary O'Neil- Stooge. Roger Dinsmore- How d'ya spell? Reed Caughey- Hey, Mickey! Peter Weber- Holy Ned. William Wilkin- Hi, ya twerp. Robert Cook- Where's Duke? Gladys Palmer - Ida, remember in grade school when--? Robert Wiese- Ya panty-waist. 9A ALPHABET A is for Art, which some of us take, B is lor Band, it is no lake, C is lor Central, our ioy and pride, D is lor Dimples, which some ol us hide, E is for Ever, our lame will last, F is for Future, our die will be cast, G is for General, Science to us, H is for Home, some go in a bus, lis for Initiative, which we do not lack, J is for Jumping, that comes under track, K is tor Knowledge, that we possess, L is lor Library, never a mess, M is lor Mickey, best ol the lot, N is for Nuisance, that we are not, O is lor Officer, our cops are the best, P is for Puns, we like to jest, Q is lor Question, that we often ask, R is lor 'Rithmetic, oh, such a task, S is lor Scrip, which is better than some, T is lor Tomorrow, that never will come, U is lor Upward, that is our aim, V is for Vice, Hanrahan is the name, W is for Wally, our Winchell is he, X is lor Xerxes, who fought by the sea, Y is for Yesterdays, there have been many, Z is lor Zebra, we haven't any. -Shirley Jennings.

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DOWN BY THE RIVER The sun had risen over the blue haze that marked the Adirondacks, in a blaze of glory, several hours before. The day was well started for the inmates of Slab City, so called because formerly, a row of wooden slabs had been laid up the hill to aid horse and buggy in their laborious climb to the top. Now shiny autos and milk trucks whizzed up in high gear, and the slabs had been replaced by an asphalt surface. This, however, could not change the character ..-...,, ii t '. Q of Slab City itself, which was not a city in any sense of the word. It was simply , I , Q V a small group of dwellings clustered about the river, which twisted in and out K ' E at the foot ofthe hill. lt was a typical country town in which the general store was the sole business establishment and gossip center. lt was a calm day. That is, it was a calm day, until the front door of a car f ' parked in front of the store slammed shut with a violence proclaiming the vigor X of youth. Enter youth: a Navy officer's cap, bordered by a row of fish hooks, a gaunt, pole face, a shirt that was once a brilliant scarlet, tight fitting troopers breeches, and bare feet and legs, all combined with a startling effect to form a modern Huck Finn. A fish pole followed its owner out of the car, and together the two crossed the road to be seen a few minutes later, coming out of the back door of his grandmother's house in full fishing regalia, and carrying a spade. Carefully setting the equipment on the ground, he began to dig with fire in his eye, alternately humming and muttering under his breath. All l do the whole day through was his theme, accompanied by remarks such as these. Ha, gat him that time. Where are the darn worms, anyhow? l'll show them what kind of a fisherman I am. l'd sure like to go tarpon fishing. When I grow up, l'll be iust like Uncle Ed. l le's the biggest drunk this side of the Rocky Mountains. Hey! This monologue was interrupted by the soft plop of the spade and its wielder as they hit the soft earth alter a too vigorous pounce upon the spade. He picked himself up with an air of offended dignity, decided that 97 worms would be plenty, and started forthe river, again starting a flood of singing and incoherent muttering. When he reached the river, a worm was placed on his hook with carefree abandon and he cast into the turbulent waters below the dam to the refrain of The Man On the Flying Trapeze. He leaped gracefully as an elephant from slippery rock to slippery rock, pulling out fish with the air of a veteran. Each fish was tossed onto a batch of sand and left to flop, while the young fisherman pulled in another and another. After a pile of about a hundred had been accumulated, varying in size from four to eighteen inches, he decided it was time to take a rest. The sun was fast moving to its zenith for that day, and it was becoming uncomfortably hot. The fisherman decided the situation called for action and immediately iumped into the swimming hole above the dam regardless of the fact that his clothes were still about his person. After splashing around for quite some time, he came from the water and sloshed back to his fishing ground, to find a figure standing over his pile of fish that struck fear to his soul. Dropping what dignity he still possessed he ran with all his might in a blind dash for safety. Jed, the fisherman, the fearless, the desperate, who threw kittens and new rubber boots into the creek, and baby chicks into the watering trough, was actually running from the game warden! The race was a close one. Jed was slim, and a good runner. The game warden was stout and slow, but iust now he ran with a mad fury, like one inspired, for on the way past, Jed, the inconquerable, had kicked him smartly on the shins. Jed ran past houses, trees, fences alike, never pausing, never once looking back. The game warden ran past houses, trees, fences alike, but his breath was beginning to shorten. Jed ran on, oblivious. The game warden slowed down, but Jed ran on and on. The game warden finally stopped, but Jed ran on and on, and reaching a patch of woods plunged among its refreshing shadows, never once looking back. The game warden went home, his face the color of the sun that was setting in the west, so long had been the chase, unable to talk coherently for an hour. As for our young fisherman, if you had been there at midnight, you would have seen a slip of a boy, his face showing white in the moonlight, quietly leave the woods and start for home, avoiding Slab City and all its inmates.

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CAN YOU IMAGINE- Mrs. Steers remarking: How quiet it is in the libraryl ? A Noiseless Campaign being successful in the halls? Barbara Underwood without Clementine? Miss Smith six feet tall? Emmett Eagan receiving an F in Art? The orchestra playing Tiger Rag in assem- bly? Berndt Angman not causing disturbances in the hall? Shirley Jennings getting an E ? Miss Kittle losing her temper? William Allen not raising Cain in music? Virginia Van Valkenburg sitting still? Miss Jennings without her smile? Bob Smith if chewing gum went out of style? Anna Mary Andrews not reading in English? Wallace McFarland, Reed Caughey, and Burr Rockwell separated? George Biittner losing a tennis tournament? Raymond Miller as a crooner? Roger Dinsmore without John Hanrahan? Charles Culver being noisy? Barbara Stibbie in long curls? Donald Cook remaining in music class? Elaine Duke losing her Mickey? The traffic officers quiet in the hall? Miss Morrow forgetting to give homework? Pete Weber coming into a room noiselessly? Herbert Marx forgetting to comb his hair? Betty Lane not being told to remove gum? Vincent Woodward without his hand up? The whole 9A class graduating? SONG TITLES Curly Top-Robert McPadden His Maiesty the Baby-Raymond Miller Everything's Been Done Before-Ideas for year book l'm in Love All Over Again-Robert Cook There's Gonna be the Devil to Pay-Skipping class l Couldn't Believe My Eyes-All A's Without a Word of Warning-Sumrnons from Mr. Porter When I Grow Up-Leon Giroux It's an Old Southern Custom-Throwing Slams I Was Taken by Storm-New girl friend I Believe in Miracles-No iailures in Algebra When a Gypsy Makes His Violin Play-Howard Hickin You've Been Taking Lessons in Love-Robert Appleton Take It Easy-Walter Ptorr You Can Be Kissed-Elaine Duke The Girl With the Dreamy Eyes-Helen Mahoney So Nice Seeing You Again-After Vacation Thrilled-The girl friend Lulu's Back in Town-Ruth Lochmann Minnie the Moocher-Sylvia Levitt At Last-Graduation She's a Latin From Manhattan-Harriette Scheinzeit Streamlined Greta Green-June Turner Boys Will Be Boys-Pete Weber, Frank Reyes, Robert Smith Muchacha-Ruth Silberkraus Red Sails In the Sunset-Virginia Van Valkenburg No Strings II'rn Fancy Freel-Frances Palombo You're An Angel-Miss LaBell Lonely Gondolier-Thomas DeCoste Flirtation Walk-Central Park l'm On a Seesaw-Exam Week l'm Lost in a Fog-Wm. Allen Haunting Me-Miss Weider l'm Living in a Great Big Way-Betty Mannes Old Man Rhythm-9A Chorus Solitude-The bench Go Into Your Dance-9A Dance Breaking the Ice-Handing report cards to parents Double Trouble-2 E's Do You Miss Me-Alumni Five Little Reasons for Happiness-5 A's