Clymer High School - Clymax Yearbook (Clymer, PA)

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4 - - - CLYMAX .P Cots holding muffled forms appeared. A gowned figure entered, followed closely by another, somewhat taller. It was Esther Gust and Sarabelle Gaston-always together, as had been in school, now in life. Again the mirage vanished. A large auditorium appeared. Beautifully dressed ladies with flashing jewels, and handsome gentlemen in full evening dress listened attentively. Rebecca Johnson was singing softly, ever so softly, Mary Scerbo was playing the accompaniment on her violin. Together they held the crowd spellbound. I glanced again at the audience. In the very first row I recognized Elinor Larson and Margaret Black, accompanied by strange men. No doubt they were married. When the song was finished, Manager Elwood Vandiver announced the closing number. Now it was a schoolroom. The teacher sat at her desk. She was apparently reading. I was puzzled-I could not place her. Suddenly she glanced up to behold a mischievious boy at a prank. How sad, I murmured, it's Genevieve Bagley. A large boulevard appeared. Amidst the many cars, I espied Raymond Christie driving majestically in a ten cylinder, bright yellow Stutz roadster. VVhat a change from the old model T Ford! As I continued to watch the globe, fascinated, the Europa moved slowly out from the c1'owded pier. Laughing faces, sad ones, excited faces, calm ones, watch eagerly as the ship moved slowly away. Near the rail stood Mildred St. Clair, June Widclowson, Julia Wolaniii and Sylvania Fetterman-on their way to the Peace Conference at Geneva. Yet another vision-a vaudeville theatre in the Middle West. I gazed anxiously to find the remaining members of my class. There they were: Olga Paytash, Edith Miller, and La Rue Colgan all featured in the play, School Days. I sat in a trance, as the last vision slowly melted into oblivion. I was strangely happy and jubilant. How wonderful it was to revive those old mem- ories! I felt sorry that Waltei' and Williani had missed it. Yet, should I tell them what I had seen? No, it would be useless, they would only laugh at my imagination. Yet I shall always treasure this experience as one of the happiest memories of my life. JOHN BECOSKY, '32, GEF

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