Clarence Central School - Saga Yearbook (Clarence, NY)

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THE SAGA Page 3 Stress Club Hack row -F. Bit tier, H. Weinsheimcr, Ft. Miller, It. Saunders, It. Covert. A. Martin, J. Setzer. Second row—M. Moore, V. Melancon. J. Metzler, C. Heard. H. Monczynski. H. Marzolf. J. VVeinauRc. D. Miller. First row- -It. Copeland, G. Hurton, B. Clarke. M. Hlarr, .J. Butler, G. Schurr, H. Moore. Story of the Press Club The Press Club of Parker High School, unlike many of the other or- ganizations, has held no parties or picnics this year. Yet membership in this group is at a premium. This organization has sponsored the first suc- cessful school newspaper in the last thirty-four years. It is believed that this achievement alone would more than justify the existence of such an organization. We are presenting to you at this time the first yearbook in the history of Parker High School. We hope that “The Saga” meets with your approval and that it will become a tradition in our school. We realize that this book may have many shortcomings and imperfections, but we trust that student critics will overlook them and not censure us too severely. This book has been planned under the supervision of Mr. Parish of the English department of Parker High School.

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Page 2 THESAGA Our School In order that this book might be a true reflection of the lives and thoughts of the students of Parker High School, members of the various classes were in- vited to express in a few words the meaning “Our School” had for them. From the many paragraphs submitted several have been chosen and are reproduced below. With the desire that they might truly be a cross-section of student phil- osophy, all names have been omitted. Schools are the greatest single institutions of learning available to us today. They should be appreciated, respected, and encouraged by everyone as they represent our modern civilization. Our school is a place where we may learn to achieve a higher standard of living; a place to give us a start in education and a chance to meet those people who may make our lives more useful and happy. Everyone of us owes a great deal to our school which has made possible for us a better outlook on life, and has given us the knowledge with which to understand the problems we shall face in later years. The school is a builder of character. The environment of a grade pupil determines whether he is to be a good or poor student in high school. If he is a good student, he will go out into the world equal to anyone; if he is a poor student, he becomes a member of a lower group. Therefore the school can build his character by instilling confidence and pride in him while he is young. To me school means a lot of friends, the joy of being with someone and being able to know more about our country and our lives. It means the honor and pleasure of participating in classroom activities and athletic games. It means the thrill of trying to keep up with the class and their work. It means honors and rewards. Our school is the means by which we secure a large portion of our education. It is the place where teachers attempt to make us better citizens and better fit to meet the world after we graduate. Our school life is an event of co-operation and friendship. School means to me the learning of different subjects, co-operation with fellow students, and the making of true friendships. Our school is an excellent place in which to prepare for the future. The best place in which to learn almost all one needs to know is the public school. Our school is the place where we decide upon a future vocation, for when we graduate we are not finishing; we are just beginning.

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Page U THESAGA She Saga of a Glass, 1937 On Friday evening, October 30, 1936, the Senior class of Parker High began the campaign to raise money for their trip by giving a very successful Hallowe’en party in the old gymnasium. The party was very informal; games were played, followed by dancing and refreshments. The following Tuesday, Election Day, various Seniors sold tags at the Odd Fellows’ Hall. We now started work in earnest. We sold both candy and magazine subscriptions. On December 19, the class gave its first party in the new gymnasium. An added attraction was the floor show produced under Mr. Hemink’s direction with all school talent. We distinctly remember the moment when Hob, who was not satisfied with some of his super-lighting effects, scooted across the floor while Messrs. Fisher, Beard, Saunders, and Moore were rendering a ballad ?). After the Christmas vacation everyone started studying for the mid-year exams and regents. These duly passed—or flunked—our attention was then turned to the first big dance of the year. More extensive preparations were made for this than for the other two parties. The dance, held on February 12, was a success. Effective decorations of red and white hearts and crepe paper carried out the Valentine spirit. Homemade ice cream and cake were served. A great many Seniors complained of sore muscles after turning the ice cream freezers. Immediately after the dance, twelve Seniors seemed to be going about with a private joke of their own. Such expressions as “Miss Chryl Druel,” “Well, all’s I can say is—” which were meaningless to everyone else, floated from everywhere, and each time they did so, a burst of laughter came from any number of those twelve. Rut, after all, it was nothing—just the Senior play in rehearsal. On March 25, after five weeks of extensive practice under Mr. Parish’s direction, “Happy-Go-Lucky” went off with “nary a hitch ” At 5:45 a. m.. five days later, a chartered Greyhound bus left the front of the school building. In it were twenty-six Seniors, our adviser, Mrs. Irwin, and Mr. Hemink. After a very quiet—yes, actually—ride, with but one mishap about twenty-five miles from New York, the metropolis was reached, and at 7:10 p. m., the class found themselves and their luggage— mostly luggage—in the lobby of the Cornish Arms Hotel on 23rd Street and Eighth Avenue. The next three days were filled with sight-seeing, movies, and looking over the “big town.” At midnight, Friday, of the same week, we started home again. This trip was also noted for its quietness, but of a different kind. No one had enough strength left to make much noise. For a month the Seniors did little as a class, but the second week in May, plans for the Spring Prom were forming. The week of the Prom, all was confusion. Crepe paper and balloons were the decorations used to beautify the gymnasium, and that turned out to be quite a nerve-racking job, but the evening of the 21st, all worry was over. The dancers made a pretty picture as the different colored lights played upon the evening dresses and light suits. When the dance finally ended, it was raining hard, but nothing could dampen the high spirits of those who had enjoyed an evening of gaiety and lightheartedness. Without the kind and ceaseless efforts of Mrs. Irwin during this past year, we do not feel that we could have made such a success of our class. We shall always remember how hard she worked for us, and we wish her all the happiness this world can bring.