Elba Central School - Revue Yearbook (Elba, NY)

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A' SPIRIT OF THE U. s. A. 'When Spring trips over the Country side, Q. And clouds float through the blue, Fbir breezes blow o'er the nation wide, I'm proud of the flag, aren't you? Across the sea, no grass can grow, No flower can lift its head, No free flag flies, no hearts aglow... The curse of war instead. That we'll always be free, let's hope and pray, Let's give three cheers fbr the U. S. A. Elizabeth Park '43 .. .Pei ' 'TTIKTQ I ' ' 4' -ull-Q! fr:- . ff- h Sm 1 ' .vs -ff :J A' E '..., ' . ' g, lf.. c h ' l :Q 1 HSC nfl g , R - ... ,-.c , . , 3, :Q-1'-A I ' ' ages: -:gf .K.-34,5 -... 4, -. .- . Y THE FLAG . f t-t.-3--5-,.' '- V , The breezes furl and twist it high, Bearing it upward to a summer's clearest sky. The colors--red and white and blue They shine. 'Tis Old Glory, yours and mine. Symbol of victory! Glory for all! Symbol of unity! We must never let it fall! Marian Saile '42 . lgfaasw- ..:afa:s , je , I- -1 .L - .jp .' L ,f 14' ff -4 lr' ll'- .rf Y -5. . Ji. , ,V z -75, 3 2 . Of, 4, E W bm x :gf .L XX J5 -'H L U' -. V ' L '15 4 ,Ez if' 'sy sri?-qf ' A?!?nsiss1i' if .f's, f' 'ri --5.4: . yi K , A .x x Y--,v b at A 1-. .,, ,. ,A f - . ff. , rea A . I see-wif tcmmm f' AFRAID ' - A- - ' Desert sands stretched for miles around, shimmer- ing in the cold moonlight. I stood there, bewildered, not knowing what to do. My feet were numb, my hands were cold. Then there came a bloodfcurdling yell. No longer was I froze to the spot. My feet almost jumped from beneath me. I ran, ran, stumbled, stumbled, st m- bled and-fell. Everything went black. I never fbund out how long I lay there, but when I awoke, I was in some sort of fog. There was a slow, swinging motion. Then the swinging became faster. Oh, my stomach! I became not green, but purple. The sway- ing became intense. I began to roll from side to side. My head hit something hard. I managed to get a look at what it was. It leered up at me. Its mouth opened and the skull spoke. My heart leaped. Everything went black. Awaking, I found myself upon a cold, slimy floor. The clammy fbg seemed to choke me.I arose to see where I was. I looked around. Over there a casket lay. Here jwas a tombstone with my name inscribed on it. I opened one of the caskets.' It was empty. I opened another one. It proved to be empty too. I opened the third casket. To my surprise, I found a stairway. I climbed over the edge of the coffin and walked down the stairs An eerie green light lit the way. Bang! I had heart failure fbr a moment. The casket cover had slammed shut. The lights went out. I fell. Everything went v fbltack. , K .Didf you ever live the part of a motion picture B-Ct0r?. V' ' Asher Borton '42 af-A .4'vl'. ' f. - -..3. V ff :..f .,.,pi..,,,.- . A-' S , 1 y , . www muy . 2' r , . v ww- .rf Tf'Wt'4HllliiiiiiiiilIIlliI!!!!!!lL -' -M.swM,aM.I.'i?x ENGLISH CLASS Here I sit behind my desk, Surrounded on every side by a pest, Gently through the window my thoughts stray, As I listen to children outside at play. Along comes a breeze, and I go into slumber, And dream of cooking and making lumber. I I then softly awake and remember I m in class And that I will have to study to pass. My eyes drift from ceiling to floor, I'll have to get out Shakespeare and study once more Stanley Andrews '41 A ag !!e 7??5Es. . 1 .zf w 3 12.5 ra- -a,..-- -an - Af' 11,..,,-M . , T SPRING It's spring once more, come April, And the grass is growing green. Along the babbling brooklet The weeping willow's seen. In pear and apple orchards The buds are popping through? The robins and the bluebirds Are building nests anew. And in my mother's garden, Where many a child has played, The many pretty flowers Will soon be brightly arrayed. Shirley Rich '42 'fat .H.ih?.' gfeff' 95 tg fiv fs . ',.-5.3.13 rwmre Eid f :gk . ' xii! ' 53-. 'rfif .g' '.l!QiQQl ?: 5 ?-f A - I is f ee s A -417. ,..2'--1r'f'5 ' A ' - 1 f 1 - 'fi-! .'1'-1':'47x?-., . THE FEELINGS OF AN AMERICAN GIRL She watched, and she listened, But she saw nothing, and heard nothing. Now her thoughts turned to the war. Tears blurred the trees that she had been admiring. Then, to get away from this, she turned her head to the left. Her eyes caught sight of an American flag. She now started smiling, her heart swelling with joy, To think that she was an American and lived in a free democratic country. Arlene Day '43

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PATRIQTISM N0 ALTERNATIVE ' a- Patriotism,like almost everything else,has changed since earlier times. In Washington's day a patriot was one who would grab his gun anytime, march many miles, and defend what he thought to be right. Now, a person does not have to do all that to be 1called a patriot. A patriot is one who is a good ci- tizen, pays his taxes on time, removes his hat to the flag, and believes wholeheartedly free. A poor patriot could be one sarily for more wages because he are getting rich from a so-called bad form of patriotism is draft a man's unwillingness to defend in this land of the who strikes unneces- thinks his employers war boom. Another dodging. This shows his country. If he The busses back were thankful for the privilege of living in this country, he would fight for it. A draft-dodger is a person who is weak-minded because he does not want to train himself to know how to fight before an emergency arises. Patriotism is most important in these days of un- certainity. It is what holds each nation together. The nation with the best patriots has the best army. They are loyal to their countryg they believe in it, and they fight until the last for it. Gne does not necessarily have to be in the army or navy to be an exceptional patriot either. If he be- lieves in this democracy, obeys the rules of citizen- ship, promotes national unity, he is doing his part to preserve the nation. H Roger Saile '43 SPRING TIME We went to the woods to tap some trees. Home again, home again, Through thelMarch breeze. Boiled down the sap in an old tin pail, Put up a sign of syrup for sale. Such a grand vacation day! Hope another one comes our way. Kenneth Post '45 OUR SCHOOL The dawn breaks I E Upon the lawn of our school. ' ji 'Q' KY' 2? The windows glisten and the dew- 4 , ' Upon the grass shines in glory. Q' i'1 From the garage, which shields them From the snow and wind and rain, To gather students for a day's work. The halls resound With children's laughter, which reechoes In other children's throats, from joy, As if they're glad to be at school. I The noon-bell rings To call to pupils to come from class, And join their friends in the cafeteria, To eat their lunch in gay surroundings. The busses leave. The walls sigh in relief From the pupils' constant talk and chatter. Everything's quiet once again at our school. Asher Borton '42 Don't you see, Jeff? That's just why we need to promote these tenement plans, argued big Tom Matson, engineer. It's the kids like these We've just seen that should be our leading citizens in the future. How can we put law and order into their heads when they're right in the midst of filth, lawbreaking and poverty? I know, Tom, but good gracious man! Where are you going to obtain the cash that you need? A Jeff, we can arrange that if you can get the 0.K. for the deal. Something's got to be done, in a hurry. uAll right, Tom. I'll drive those executives crazy before I'll stop heckling them. If they've any hearts at all, they'll break down. But, first, yJu'll have to tell me where and how you're going to secure the cash. That will be one of my main arguments. These two men had just been through a section of slums. Jeff had never realized how gruesome conditions were. They had talked to one poor woman who had been sitting in the doorway of her dilapidated house, with her three sickly children gathered about her. Why, no , ' she sobbed, my man hasn't worked for about two years now. The kids ain't got but a few clothes, and we eat just what we get hold of.' Everywhere little children were scattering about, dirty, sickly, and stupid from lack of nourishment. Men loitered in groups on the street. No one worked, as hope had been lost. No one washed because he did not believe it worthwhile. And no one sat down to a hearty meal be- cause fbod was scarce, and so was furniture. There was no medicine with which to care for the ill--those ill mentally, and those ill physically. Healthful enter- tainment was lacking. Many spent their time stealing money or food where it could be found. Moral condi- tions were disgraceful, and there were so many living this way that it seemed almost unbelievable. You see, Jeff. continued Tom, America's demo- cracy is highly endangered now. To preserve it, We've got to have intelligent citizens who are willing to cooperate. We've got to educate our kids, show them the right way to live, and then find means to provide that way of life. They're going to be the backbone of our nation in a few years, and what man, no matter how strong, can defend himself if he has a broken spine? We'll just have to do our best to straighten up this mess!n Betty Fraser '41 HOW D0 YOU EXHIBIT PATRIOTISM Patriotism has swept our nation completely off its feet. During the last year, and. especially the last two or three months,the air over the United States has buzzed with all sorts of ways of showing this sudden clamor for faithfulness to our country and its flag. In dime stores all over the nation, cheap jewelry counters are overrun with necklaces, bracelets, pins and hairdos, portraying either the wing-spread eagle or our American flag in all its glory. Practically three cars out of ten have flag stickers or God Bless America banners in their windows. Women's clothing stores in every city across the country are selling blue with gold-braided eagles sewed on the sleeves. In New York, the Woolworth stores are now selling to many of these emotion-filled women transfer pictures of the flag to put on their fingernails. NBe sure the Stars are on the tip, warn the salesgirls. That's the way the President wants them. ' Women are dizzy trying to keep in touch with all of these new-fangled fads.Are these your ways of show- ing how patriotic you feel? Dorothy Day '41 I g . . ' y 3'- ,fgf2 I ' I it 'ar -' . f?T ':grf'i:i.i1i1Z1f:gi Lg, . 'if gfay-faw.sEEEf?wfr ' v f mh 5 r. .,x,., V y V I r W- . gy.

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IN GOD'S HANDSW? The air-raid alarms wailed through the black streets of London and then, through flashes of red and gold flames,people could be seen scurrying into hasti- ly-constructed shelters.ln a near-by five-story build- ing, one which had not been shattered by the bombs, a man stood, pondering, at the window, looking down upon the grief-stricken people, as they searched frantical- ly for their loved ones in the smouldering debris. As he turned abruptly from his post, a feeling of deep e- mmmngdmwdhm,wMimUmihr WlwramihraH his brutal methods flamed up within him. These were his people! And they were being made to die horribly, all because of a fanatic in Europe. He must do some- thing. It was a bright, cold day in Berlin,and yet people were packed together in a thronging mob along the street. Atop the buildings lining the street, people waved brightly-colored flags. Tanks rolled noisily along the road, and soldiers marched while the crowds cheered them on. Then a murmur spread through the crowd, and necks were all craned in one direction. There was a thunder of applause and there he was, rid- ing majestically along the street, his hand raised in the Nazi salute. The other man looked at him with hate in his eyes, and as Hitler grew nearer, the former raised his small revolver, and took careful aim.He was not noticed, for everybody was madly waving his flag. Therman's hand quivered, and his face became white. He slowly hid his gun and walked dejectedly away. Was he afraid? Or did he realize that although he did kill Hitler, someone else, perhaps more of a madman, would come into power, and things would go on, just as they had been? It was in God's hands--he could do nothing. Brenda Dorf '41 '-- f FIRST SHAVE g I ,All day long,Johnnie Davis had been thinking about shaving. After all, he was sixteen! Even the girls had made fun of his fuzz , All the other fellows in his class shaved, so why shouldn't he? He planned it all. After supper the family would be in the living room,listening to a favorite program. Then he would stray out to the kitchen and accom- plish that most manly task, shaving. It worked out perfectly. The family was settled in the living room for the evening and the coast was clearnc Johnnie found his Dad's shaving needs in the medicine cabinet,and he set them all down on the small stand beneath the mirrored cabinet. He surveyed him- self before the mirror, so as to get a before and aftern look. Very quietly, he took a suspicious glance into the living room and found that nothing was amiss. The time had come. He would shave! J Johnnie prepared the lather and took a good five minutes in smearing it all over his face ..... and ears, too. He then took the razor and began to skim lightly over his face. Nothing happened. There was no blade! He hurriedly inserted one and began to shave again. Johnnie finished, with numerous cuts upon his face where thin red lines were beginning to show. How- ever,4he was filled with a wealth of satisfaction. He was a man. His face was sore, and so he freely applied his Dad's shaving lotion. Oooh, how that smarted! He wiped his face and looked in the mirror. The fuzz was gone ..... in places. He looked at himself from all angles. He was pleased. He would go into the living room and see if THEY noticed. With a deep breath of resolve, he walked into the living room, his ears still full of lather. Mr. Davis glanced up from his paper and looked at his boy.nDon't you think it's about time you shaved, son?N he said. ' -- -. --. if- -f'f ---.ff , A-gf: 1' ,sw-,a.....e-f--.w-.,Q..:-,.1,.,,:.-:.4f--- Ronald Reiss '41 V M- . i.,. -ili REVU E ,sig B i STAFF FQFF is-.. . t ihai - ii sf Q This completed annual is the result of long, hard work by the 'whole Revue staff and its fine group of advisers. We hope that all those who read our book will enjoy it and cherish it in the years to come. Memories of school days, of classmates, and teachers, and all those little incidents which made school life pleasant and worthwhile are bound up in this small vMwm. U hw bwnom'Mmtommmthm'mefUwM annual Elba Central has ever had. We truely believe that we accomplished our aim. We wish to thank the following for their generous cooperation in making our aim a realization: Y Mr. Benton, supervisor of the annual, who gave wholeheartedly of his effort, energy, and support toward making this annual a success. Miss Bickel, Emma Evans, and Alberta Rowcliffe, who contributed those ex- cellent art plates and sketches, and whose artistic effort added so much to the beauty of our yearbook. Mr. Schogoleff and Stanley Andrews, who secured our many advertisements, and attractively laid them out, to make the annual a financial success. Mr. Talbot and Howard Bateman, who promoted the business and sales part of our yearbook. Miss England, who spent much time in proof-reading articles and poetry. Miss Jadick, who so generously gave her time typing. Ralph Gillard and Harley Dilcher, who so effectively took charge of the photography. Ronald Reiss, our editorp Dorothy Day, who compiled the liter- aU1re. . . Howard Hartley and Joseph Zambito, for the athletic write-ups. Aileen Strabele, Evangeline Millis, and Brenda Dorf, for the senior pages.o 5 Arlene Day, Student Council page. Florence Tretter, the Junior page. Mary Calarco, Sophomore page. Shirley Say, Freshman page. , Jean Myers, Eighth grade page. Joyce Hill, Seventh grade page. Dorothy George, Jean Andrews, and George Pownall. W- g