Glens Falls High School - Red and Black Yearbook (Glens Falls, NY)

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THE RED and BLACK 28 And now the circus is fading away, said Minerva. What is this I see before me? Matilda Atiyeh, a poet, starving in an attic! Icheer up, Matilda, they'll appreciate your work in two or three hundred yearsll Minerva stopped and passed her hand over her forehead. There, I guess I've told you everything, she finished triumphantly. I-Iark! The serpent is coming back-I must go now, and again I heard its clattering folds on the base- ment stairs. Dawn was breaking. A rosy flush was slowly spreading over the east, and the first struggling beams of the sun were lighting up the dusky corners of the hall- way. Minerva arose and placed one foot on her pedestal. l've enjoyed talking to you so much, she whispered, and now I must go. I heard a key turn in the lock-it was the janitor. Perhaps there was yet time for one more question. I seized her robe. Minerva, I pleaded wildly, tell me one more thing-will next year's class be as bright as this one? H But it was too late. I-Ier robe melted from my grasp and once more she stood on her pedestal, coldly and lifelessly beautiful. The momentous question re- mained unsolved, and time alone can answer it. Kalfiryn Eddy. Between optimist and pessimist The difference is droll. The optimist sees the doughnut, The pessimist sees the hole. CLASS OPTIMIST It is scarcely necessary for me to go into details about the achievements and merits of the present Senior Class, since all have had them for a living example for varying lengths of time, beginning with the unhappy Freshmen who have known us only a term, up to the happy teachers who have had us under gentle OJ guidance for four or more years. Naturally every class thinks it is the best class ever gradu- ated, but we have proofs which show beyond a doubt that we are the most excep- tional class the Glens Falls High has ever had to its credit. a We consider ourselves to have done our best work with the late World War problem. Of course everyone is aware that we ended the war, but some may not know how, so for their benefit I will explain briefly. During its course we sent several messages to the Kaiser, telling him exactly what we thought of him. This terrified him exceedingly and he finally took our notes to the Grand Council, where

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27 THE RED and BLACK Miss Ruth Rockwell, famous lady balloonist. Miss Rockwell carries with her as ballast Mr. Walter Rosenberg and Mr. Ralph Bullock. No, Ralph, you are not going to be tied on the end of the rope. lSee Iroquois for March.l Who is this familiar person now appearing before me? It is Miss Dorotha Wescott, census taker for Ft. Edward. Miss Wescott, having interviewed the entire population of her district fall three of themj, is spending a quiet afternoon at the city hall with Miss Agnes Wiley, Mayoress of Glens Falls. The two public officials are discussing the new tax bill, the latest crochet pattern, and the diHiculty of supporting one's husband in the style to which he has been accustomed. And now the biggest and most exciting scene of all floats before me. l find myself present at a small circus, managed by several of our old friends and being held near a little country hamlet. As l enter the small gate, pushing through the vast crowd feleven in all, to be exactb, l see a sign reading: 'Awkumon Circus Biggest show for its size on earth.' l step up to the ticket booth, and, for a dime, am handed a small piece of pasteboard by Miss Bethenia McCreery. A few steps farther, and the ticket is rudely snatched from my grasp by Miss McCreery, who rushes back to her window to sell it again. As l stroll about the circus grounds l see Alec Silverman as Wild Man- plus a shredded wheat skirt and with much the same ferocious expression he once exhibited as the 'Prince of Morocco., A little farther on l see Miss Dorothy Dickinson, snake charmer, with several sleepy and careworn reptiles twined gracefully around her neck. From the con- tented expression on Dot's face, I gather she is thinking of pay day. ln the next tent a trained flea show is going on, managed by Miss Sara Broomell. As Miss Broomell cracks the whip, the little fleas arrange themselves in a row-then the first hops up and wheels a second in a little wheelbarrow. A third jumps through a hoop, and a fourth does the shimmy. This show is now over and Miss Broomell carefully puts the little animals to bed on a nearby dog. As I emerge from the tent and look about me I see several hicks and hayrubes getting severely sunburned by watching Miss Rose Alter performing her celebrated tight rope act fifty feet in the air. She slips! She screams! A shudder runs through the crowd. No! she is safe. l breathe again. But how undignified, for our valedictorian, Miss Alter, is now suspended screaming in mid air by the in- visible wire which held her in the first place. Near by l see an exciting race going on, with Miss Adeline Irwin, noted jockeyess, urging on her plodding farmhorse.

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29 THE RED and BLACK they were gravely discussed. After two or three of these he became convinced that with such an enemy against him his plans were already wrecked, especially when he learned we had sent word to Pershing to crush the Hindenburg line. We were indeed sorry to have to drop the Mexican question at the beginning of the war, but we are now preparing to pick up the thread where we dropped it. We shall soon have a delegate to instruct President Harding on this highly im- portant matter, as well as other minor ones. To descend from the sublime to High School notes we beg you to consider what our dear old school would be without us. Look at our study hallsgmodels of neatness, orderliness and studiousness, due to us and our example. Our prin- cipal?-Nothing need be said. The best and the most efficient the school has ever had, and all due to us. We have safely ushered in the largest and freshest Freshman class our school has ever known for ever hopes tol. We hope in time they will learn to imitate their el lers, but we have our doubts. And as for nerve, we have positive proof that no former class can beat us in this. Why, for years the school has wanted a school paper, but it needed our nerve to start it. In another line, we gave success- fully The Merchant of Venice,', which other classes have considered too difficult. And we have seen the bea-u-t-iful new statue of Minerva, serpents, velvet curtains and all set up in the hall. In conclusion, oh Teachers, Fellow Students and Freshmen! we wish to warn you of what lies before you. Never hereafter, oh Teachers! will you have such brilliant and attentive classes, never such hours ever free from monotony. Never, Freshmen, will you again find such patient teachers in the mysteries of High School. CWhy, I even found a little Freshie who didn't know how to pass a note., Never, alas, never, School-in-General, will you find such enlivening school-mates. Let us shed a quiet tear for those to come. Beifienia McCreery. CLASS PESSIMIST I have been appointed to the honorable office of Class Pessimist! As I look about me, I gasp! What do you think of the Class of '2l? Not much? l agree with you. They certainly are the worst class in every possible way that has ever been graduated from Glens Falls High School. Look at our bashful John and Edna! They hardly speak above a whisper and wander around in a frightened manner like fawns that have strayed from the doe's side. Our childish members, Monty, Mid, Wilber, Avery and Company, are just as bad in another way. They look, talk and act as foolish as they really are. Then