Franklin Academy - Student Yearbook (Malone, NY)

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fomfmzl of 5 WAY back in the year of '48, almost smack dab in the middle of the twentieth century, we plodded our weary way up the hill to the Academy. From the very beginning we were adaptable -- we had to be. Never before had we met such contrasts and-intensities. The upper-classmen were not merely passively, but actively hostile to us greenhorns. To trust them was always foolish, and usually fatal. We had to love such a place but were bound to hate it and here the splits in our souls began. Painfully we trod through our first shak year. Bob Coughlin kept order with the aid of Tess McCabe. Bob Auger held the quill while Parker Connors held the purse strings. After a spell, through which most survived as we were a hardy lot, we went back to the drudgery of the three R's. Parker Connors tightened the bit with the assistance of Esther Carlin. Bob Auger seemed to have squatters' rights in keeping the ledger: George Murtagh got the moneybag. But like the weather, it became less slippery going and we looked for a thaw. Having won half the battle, we were old timers now. At this point of the journey Lou VanBuren tightened the right rein while Helen Stamas pulled on the left. The hen scratching was turned over to lrv MacLaren. Don Rule guarded the green-backs which we had acquired through diligent toil in hash-slinging for the townspeople. Chief cook and bottle-washer, Bob Coughlin, was ably assisted by Mr. Schnitzlein and members of the class. The big doin's of the year was held in June when we entertained the high falutin' seniors ata good old shindig After this they retreated leaving us undisputed possession of the territory. We old settlers could now smile down on the new pioneers making their toilsome way up the same old hill. The place was now overrun with young'uns and their new fanglecl ideas. Miz Sylvia Gingras now held the seat of honor with Bob Auger lending a helping hand. Rose Sabrey did the pen pushing and Jean Avery held the nuggets. By this time, we now had the situation well in hand. Student Council was presided over by Parker Connors, Esther Carlin ruled the Summary Committeep Student Magazine went to press under the direction of Joelle Holcomb: Lou VanBuren turned gray over the Yearbookg the Newspaper couldn't stump Marilyn Bessettep the Varsity Club, with all its heroes, was headed by Don Rule, Marion Murphy directed Kappa, Phi Sigma was under Joanne Nicklawp Lil Sweet saw to the noise makingp while Rose Sabrey helped Masquers make histor 5 Co-eds, under Lou VanBuren, played the game. Dave Lamica kept the cops on their beatp Bill Creighton took charge of the farming. Valerie Revoir kept the Red Cross flying. And all worked hard under these leaders. Now as the sands of time have run out, the green unsophisticated passel of young'uns from the Junior High, who had blundered into the halls of F. A. are now emerging the beatinest class in its history. Although we know it nigh impossible, we hope the class of '53 will try to uphold the tradition we have estab- lished. To describe what we have suffered is past the art of men, But to give a fair description we do the best we can, Our hearts were made of iron and our souls were cased in steel But the hardships of those four years Could never make us yield. Ye Old Ink Dippers, Lou VanBuren Jimmy Brady 41

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