Eden Central School - Embers Yearbook (Eden, NY)

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WE DEDICATE.... ve To you, Mrs. Morgester— We dedicate this senior annual. Every play must have an author ... every performance must have a director . . . and every school life must have a beginning. To most of us, you were that beginning ... you were that director .. . you were that author . . . you were that patient and tactful first grade teacher who started us on our school careers with understanding and tactfulness. For this we thank you... and dedicate to you the Embers of 46.

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FOREWORD “ All the world’s a stage and all the men-and women merely players.’ W. SHAKESPEARE Eden Central School . . . scene of a thousand dramas daily .. . stage upon which is played large and small roles alike . . . the im- portant playoff basketball game . . . the senior play . . . or the in- comparable feeling of reverence as we watch “Old Sol” tint the east hall a rosy pink in the opening moments of school each day. Yes, it is the little things, behind the scenes, unimportant, that linger in our memories through the years like golden treasure. With this thought in mind, we present the Embers of ’46. Through it, may you recapture some of the fading memories of those days past. A stir, a gentle murmur and then a confusion of voices . . . 8:15 and life again has crept through the portals of E.C.S. . . Buses arrive .. . students crowd the corridors . . . lockers bang... Freshmen giggle . . . late arrivals dash to homeroom for roll call ... and another day issues forth. A bell rings .. . monitors scramble to their “posts”... yawning through first-period classes . . . excuses for that “forgotten” homework . . . another bell . . . trying to do all assignments in one study hall . . . last minute primping for that important rendezvous . . . “bonjour la classe—bonjour le profes- seur” ... beating the bell to English class . . . typewriter No. 3 sticks during a speed test. Lunch hour brings a welcomed “gabbing fest”? as we discuss last night’s date . . . the coming game . . . the new teacher... the wnnecessary trip to the office . . . and what a swell fellow Bob is. The afternoon passes quickly as we debate the labor question . . . solve that geometry problem . . . smash a few test tubes . . . learn vido, vice, etc. . . and sing ‘Italian Salad”’ in chorus. 3:50 P. M. and the halls again bubble with unleashed con- versation ... What’s our history assignment? . . . Don’t forget to call at eight ...solong...see you tomorrow... The echo of voices cling to the building as life slowly subsides to deserted quietude . . . another day ends. Nothing important happened . . . just an average school day. But all these trivialities, no matter how insignificant, are part of a foundation . . . a founda- tion for life’s drama.