Estee Junior High School - Yearbook (Gloversville, NY)

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' 5 l .f UNE, 1935 39 1 Hall Duty-Old Building Traffic Officers- New Building Traffic Officers- Old Building Hall Duty-New Building E GRADUATIING CLASS Continued from Page 36 Beatrice Peters ' Home Room Librarian, Estee Choir. Doris Rogers Traffic Officer. J oscph Rlzzialo Marble Contest, Treasurer, Scout, Room Manager, Social Studies Chair- man, Library, Hall Duty. ' H Leonard Scott Track. Evelyn Sanborn Orchestra, Scout, Honor Student, Basketball, Tennis, Soccer, Baseball, Red Cross, Volleyball, Treasurer. Beverl Swann Y Glee Club, Track, Assembly, Sing- ing Club, Hall Duty, Secretary, Pen- manship Button, Traffic Officer. Antoinette Torino Honor Roll, Penmanship Button, Safety Council, Traffic Officer. Wellington Van de Walker ' Assembly, Room Secretary. Doris Van Dyke Librarian, Honor Roll, Hall Duty, Penmanship Button, Choir, 'Traffic Officer. Harold lVhite D Robert J. Williams Assembly, Library Club, Band, Lets ter, Reporter, Estee Echo. , ,.

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! 38 Estrisn YEAR Book Here's to Estee By Gertrude Orton Estee, dear old Estee! We'll shout its praises wide: We'll make it known to everyone Around the country' side. We're noted for our courtesy To teachers and to others, We welcome all our visitors Especially dads and mothers. Commencement Day is coming soon lVhen we'll bid adieu to all Teachers, friends and Alma Mater, But we'll meet again next fall. Let us give a rousing cheer Q For Esteels colors gay, ' It's helped us through one great big , step Along education's way. Come now school mates, Let it ring! Show your spirit, , Let's all sing- Here's to Estee, R.AH!, RAH! RAH! Dear old Estee, ZIS! BOOM! BAH! i.-1l. , A Colt's Adventure Rufus Tofinchio As Dal looked down from the hill top he saw a herd of wild horses run- ning full speed ahead. Their hoofs dung the mud several feet into the air for it had rained early that morning. Dal noticed the leader. A gallant horse he judged. Its head hung high. As they passed below the hill Dal saw their fright-a mountain lion. Keeping up their fast pace the horses kept on. .A small colt, from where Dal could see was about three months old, lingered behind. Not knowing the real danger it trotted to one side. It then stopped at a water hole. The lion seeing this movement also ran to that side. If the colt smelt danger it did not show it. It drank peacefully. . Rurus Torincruo Danger Herman Miller, 9A304 The night was cold and stormy, Not a star was in the sky, The horse was a bucking broncho, Who liked to throw them high. E This horse's name was Danger, He rightly deserved his name: He was the best bucking broncho, Who ever acquired fame. Now Danger was a stallion, A prettier horse could never be found When he ever started buckin', His feet never touched the ground. Untrue To Type C1iARAo'1'i:ks : Warden: a rather elderly man with a stern face. Priest: a kindly-looking person, very solemn. Butch: a very tough-looking person, made up with scars on his face, a patch over one eye, and as if he has not shaved for a few days. Guard: Butch's so-called mother: a boy a woman, with a black face, in reality he is dressed up as veil over his Butch's friend, trying to rescue him. Time: The present. Place: Warden's office in Sing Sing. Scene: The Warden is sitting by his desk talking to the Priest, who is sit- ting a little ways away. Warden: I' tell you, Father, that when this Butch McGuire, alias a thousand other names, is put in the chair today, the world will be rid of a terrible enemy. - Priest lsympatheticallyiz Oh, I don't know, just think of how his mother will feel, if he still has one. Warden: Don't worryg he hasn't, he's probably murdered her too. Voices off stage, Guard: G'wan there, get along. I Butch lsuddenlyl: I'm going. Guard and Butch enter. Warden: Hello, Butch. Butch: H'lo. Warden: Well, in just a few hours you'll either be playing a harp or feel- ing very hot, probably the latter. Priest: Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, such talk. Butch: Too bad you Warden to didn't get away after killing those three people in- . Butch: Four. Warden: All right, four, Lguess they were your undoing. ' Warden Qaddressing Guardl: All right Guard, you may go now. Guard leaves. Priest: Aren't you sorry you com- mitted all those crimes, Mr. McGuireZ., Think of all the hearts you have broken. A Butch: Yeah, and necks, too. Warden: Well, Butch, I think you better go to the death-house now. Butch Chalf sobbing, trying to ap- pear sorrybz Aw, gee, Warden, I ain't thinkin' about myself now, I'm thinkin' about me dear mudderg Csniff, snifflg she's woiken away, tryin' to get me outa here. Ain't ya got no sympathy? Voices off stage: ' Guard: Right in there. Butch's so-called Mother, in a high voice: Oh, thank you. Mother: How do you do, Warden. Warden: How do you do. Mother: This is my last plea, I am begging you to have mercy on my dear boy. Warden: Just a. minute: what is your name? Mother: Mrs. J. McGuire. ' Warden: Age? Moiierz Forty-five years old. Warden: Thank you. Continued on Page 45 Measles Elizabeth Dollar Measles, measles, measles, everywhere, That's how they come, One by one. Old doc puts you to bed, And pulls the shades down And makes you take awful bitter stuff right down. And when you want to read They take the book away And you can't eat anything ya want ta anyway. One day I said to my ma, School is better than this. And the next day I found myself in school L1ke........,......this! ELIZABl'I'l'll DULLAR i The Song of Estee School Ranch This is station E-S-T-E-E. Doris Cole speaking. I am now going to take you to the Estee Bar Ranch. The first thing we see on our trail is Helene Chatterton on a bucking horse singing, Heading for the Last Round-Up . We then pass the stagecoach and who should we see driving the Estee stage- coach but Miss Amos who is singing, Coming 'round the Mountain . We pass on a little further and see Gwen- dolyn Atty standing in the Estee Bar Ranch door mixing a cake in a bowl while she's singing, Home on ' the Range . In the house Tony Castig- lionc sits Hxing his saddle. Elmer Mez- za, who is half owner of- the ranch, is singing, 99 Years , to Alice Eggleston. We then go in the kitchen and see Elaine singing, I Wouldn't Mind, Dy- ing . . . . It is now time to bring Whee ee ------ ee, bang, here we are. you back. ' This is station E-S-T-E-E now sign- ing off with a thought. for the years Praise Estee and the Estee Bar Ranch . .-.- ..ii, A Vacation Wish Earl Bullard . I wish you were here, Where' the water is clear, And the wind creaks the mountain pines. Where the fish can't wait For my wiggling bait ' Till I drop my Hshing line: - Where the deer take flight In the brush at my right As I travel a peaceful lane, No digestive remorse, Though I eat like a horse. It takes these vacations I Among nature's creations To inspire me to write such a poem. So I wish your were here ' With the fish and the deer, Instead of back there in the city.

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46 Esrna Y:EAR Book Wi. 5 -QJ FW sfsloxe L...g Laco Yarns Jokes Jokes Song Hits Mrs. Hyland: Who discovered Am- erica? Frenchy Genest: Ohio. No, Columbus discovered America. Yes'm, Columbus was his first name. ' Mr. Warde: What is smaller than a flea.'s mouth? Bill Blanchard: Whatever goes into it. Sam, the Janitor: Here, young man, you should not hit that boy when he's down. Bob King: G'way. What do you think I got him down for? Dick Hathaway: This liniment makes my arm smart. Mr. Warde: Why not rub some on your head? E Mrs. Robison: If your father earned 550.00 a week and gave half of it to your mother, what would she have? Carl Armstrong: A fit. You cannot get eggs without hens, said the speaker, stressing the point. My dad can, piped up Mildred Ar- gersinger in a small voice. Please explain yourself, little girl, said the speaker. ' He keeps ducks, shouted Milly. Miss Amos: Earl, if you are always kind and polite to all your playmates, what will they think of you? Earl Folmsbee: Some of 'em would think they could lick me. By Gerald Young Burdette Riggs tOut Westl asks meekly: How often do they kill a man out here? Cowboy: Only once. 1' Mary had a little lamb It followed her a lot But Mary got so hungry, That she had lamb chops. He looked into her dark eyes. How stern they were. He thrilled to hear those three words he had long waited for. Once more they were ushered from her lips. No Algebra Assignment. Miss Silvernail: Johnny, how old is a person who was born in 1894? McDermott: Man or Woman? . 1. Miss Amos: What is meant by the three R's, Albert? Fagant: Romance at 20, Rent at 40 and Rheumatism at 60. Mr. Coon: I believe this schooleis haunted. ' Mrs. Norton: Why? Mr. Coon: They're always talking about the school spirit. Mrs. Heacock: Jane, what is the special property of glass? Jane B.: Elastic, Song Hits . Lovely to Look At - Good Report Cards. Every Day - Homework. Keep Young and Beautiful - Estee Girls. I Was Lucky - To pass 9A. You're in My Power - Mr. Coon to Pupils. Lost in a Fog - Miss Cleary. Fare Thee Well, Annebe1Ie - 9A's to Estee. My Heart Stood Still - When I got my Report Card. . Clouds - Pupils trying to Concentrate. u u .54 u u u u u u H Object of My Aifectionsn - Mr. Young. Haunting Me - Regents. You and the Night and the Music -- Honor Society Dance. Sweet Music - 9A Chorus. From Now On - No More T. O.'s. Dust Off the Old Piano - Social Hour. Heading for the Last Round-Up -- Exams. Old Spinning Whee1 -- Room 12. Why Don't We Get Along - Failing pupils and teachers. I Hate to Talk About Myself - 9A's. You're a Heavenly Thing - Teacher who raises our marks ijust a. few pointsl. Soon -The 9B's will be Estee's elders. Easy to Remember - Mr. Warde. I Won't Dance - 9A girl to 7B boy. Lullabye of Broadway -- Singing in corridor. 'Tm Falling in Love with Some One - Sophomore girls to Senior boys. Why Can't This Night Go On Forever -Night before regents. With My .Eyes Wide Open I'm Dream- ing - Robert King. One Night of Love - Billy Oberg and Helene Heimer. Just A Little Street Where Old Friends Meet - Study Hall, No. 110. What's the Reason - Eighth period. Happy Days Are Here Again - Sum- mer vacation. If I only Had Eyes for You - Elmer Mezza to Alice Eggleston. Lookie, Lookie, Lookie - Billy Ben- nett. How'm I Doin', Hey Hey - Barbara Evans to Fred Handy.