Fairport High School - Hourglass Yearbook (Fairport, NY)

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20 THE HOUR GLASS chance was meagre as time and aagiain I saw them ruthlessly thrust aside by some condescending Senior. Then, one night an important meeting was called. Due to all the confusion, my ticking was scarcely heard. However, I listened carefully. From what I overheard, the Sophomores had been endowed by the magn-aminous Seniors with the privilege of decorating thc church for their Graduation Exercises. A few days later I heard' the girls tell of their wild onslaught of various flower gardens under the approving HD eye of Miss Parkhurst. I was well aware that 1ny soj ourn in the school room was nearing its end, for gradually a magnificent new school building neared completion on VVest Avenue. A ponderous sigh burst from the vitals of the old' clock angl hc again sinks into a reverie. But hush! Through the stillness creeps another similar sound. It is the ticking of a briigght. new clock in a new schoolrooin. Surely he can aid us in our quest. Let us listen to his story. Oh, yes! he is saying. ,Twas I who greeted the Juniors in their new schoolroom. Tliey tehaved very well under Miss Graves' kindly eye. ln fact, I think they were quite the busiest Juniors imaginable. First, they organized, then they selected their school ring which was in their opinion the most stunning of any previous class. Soon a challenge to a basketball game was received from the Seniors. Happily enough, they upheld thc glory of their crimson and gold, winning the game. VVhen the Seniors re- turned' from their VVashington trip, the Juniors began to sell candy at a furious rate. Their enthusiasm carried them through the responsibility of a party at Durand-Eastman park in honor of the Seniors. Then they plunged into the midst of the most successful Junior Prom ever held in Fairport High School. As hehooved all Juniors, they were not abashed at the slams delivered for their benefit on Class Day, for they had entered upon a promising new era in their career. The clock pauses in his story to ring a bell for assembly. Then he resumes the tale: A new visitor had opened' before them. They were Seniors! Only those who have been Seniors can comprehend what this last year of High School life means. Due to the literary atmosphere of the Senior Room and the untiring efforts of Miss Hepinstall, a paper, 'The School Chatter,' was published. C'Thanks to Mr. Miner.j Then Senior Play rehearsals began. From the conferences and gay conversations, I believe the play was un- usually funny. I am sure it was financially successful if one is to judge from Treasurer Murphy's report at a class meeting. For days after the play I heard constant laughter among the Seniors. It seems that they were royally entertained at the home of David Reamer after the play. Their next enterprise was a magazine campaign, after which a pre- historic party was held in the gym. A Senior-Junior basketball game, two baked food sales, and a 'Tag Day' completed' their activities. But better far than all these accomplishments has been the broader knowledge that the Seniors have obtained. May their four years of Hiiglh School work serve as the foundation for their future success. May all material rewards be a fitting reflection on their dear Alma Mlaterf, The clock ticks slowly, quietly away, And silently observes what we do today, Tomorrow new faces will again appear, Only memories will caress the passing of years. --Marguerite Hutchinson.

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THE HOUR GLASS 19 JOHN TABER ' Please observe, I'm a very superior chap. 'N Students! Councilg Football Managerg Basketball Manager, Vice- President, Students' Associationg President, Students, Associationg Baseball Capitaing Foothallg Associate Editor, f'School Chatterng Senior Play Cast. Colgate University. LEON YVARNER Of two evils, the less is always fo he chosen. Students' Associationg Senior Play Castg Associate Editor, School , Chatterug Manger, Magazine Campaiign. Undecided. DANIEL VVEIR None but tail shall have Students' Associationg Stage Manager, Senior Play. Undecided. J IN MEMORY of .VERNELL BILLS 1908-1925 y THE CLOCK SPEAKS Upon the wall in a' certain study l1all hangs an old clock. For years he has faithfully ticked away the hours but now, like a sere yellow leaf, he is still. Let' us question him. Surely he can cast upon the oblivion of years some ray of light. Hark! He is' speaking. 'l 1'F6r many'yea'i's I have lain idle but memories rise vividly before my Keyes. 'How well do I' recall one soft September morning! A group of timid Freshmen mounted the staircase in the old school building, to be greeted by Miss'DeLand. There was some consolation in the fact that greenness was universal that year. There was a new facultyg only Mr. Hardy, Miss Deland and Mr. Varney had returned. The first rites were soon over and I reluctantly ticked farewell to those poor little Freshman girls Who were hurried' away to Miss Rippeys' room. VV'hat exciting 'times they had during the Sophomore year! There was constantly a mighty rush for the reference table, Poor little Sophs! Their

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THE HOUR GLASS 21 WHAT TIME TELLS CA Prophesyj Time, you old gypsy man, Will you not stay, Put up your caravan Just for one day? All thinigqs llll give you VVill you be my guest, Bells for your jennet Of silver the best, Goldismiths shrill beat you A great golden ring, Peacocks shall bow to you, Little boys sing. Oh, sweet girls will Festoon you with may, Time, you old gypsy, VVhy hasten away? Last week in Babylon, Last night in Rome, Morning, and in the crush Under Paulis dome' Under Paulis dial Y-ou tighten your rein- Only a moment, And off once againg Off to some city Now blind in the womb, Oil' to another Ere that's in the tomb. 9 Time, you old gypsy man, VVill you not stay, Put up your caravan Just for one day? -Ralph Hodgeson. The scene is laid in a rocky cave, the sole property of Father Time, the cave where he promised to meet the Seniors of 1926. If you were to seek it, you would look on the Northwest Corner of the Highest Peak, that over- hangs that bottomless abyss, The Vale of Time. Here the Senior is looking anxiously about to see whether Father Time is to meet the appoint- ment that he had so eagerly importuned. In the depths of the cave a little fire is blazin4g1 up in bright gleaming tonguesg otherwise darkness prevails. A crackling twig betrays the approach of the travel-worn father, the Senior sighs with relief and expectancy, Father Time nods knowingly. Yes, silently beckons her to a rude seat in the cave. Father Time: And you wish to see your traveling, companions in 1946? Very well.