Elba Central School - Revue Yearbook (Elba, NY)

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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

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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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