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

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. www-s-Wm-v 1 '1 'm V i?'!f'11'az:1'sPf? i12vf'1rvfWrfa if E' of Class Prophecy Joy Rahr, Elizabeth Strong, Robert M edlar V For three eventful and memorable years, the drama of school activities has gone on at the red brick building on Glen Street. A human and pleasant experience it has been, but now, as the Senior year with all its anfractuosities draws to a close, we look forward with the traditional mixed feelings toward commencement, the date which will ring down the curtain on this successful production of our troupe, From Sophomore to Senior. ' Now let us take a trip to New York, losing about fifteen years on the passage. How about going to Der and Kcalb, Broadway's latest and most fashionable theater? Taxi Why John Flower! Say, it's too bad they didn't take you in Holly- wood 3 and you've had your nose fixed ! Skillfully, as from long practice, Johnnie guides us through the busy streets of the Metropolis. A sharp whistle brings us to a sudden stop. ' Hey there, what's the idea? This is your thirty-second offense! Once more, and I'll run you in. - Startled, we recognized Kenneth Viele-a cop! The car moves on. At last we arrive at the Der and Kcalb and bid goodbye to John. Just as we enter, a fire engine rushes past. Who is that driving? Bob Beaudin-and beside 'him sits Dick Patterson ringing the bell for dear life and gaily singing, In the Bushes at the Bottom of the Garden. Interesting, but no surprise. At the door, we recognize Carlton Welch and Nelson Smith standing stiff and unbending. Quite a let down, I remark. Neither blinks an eye. Fine training -eh? Check your hat, mister? The voice sounded familiar as did the snapping of gum. Glancing around, we recognize Geraldine Bigelow looking flowery as ever. However, Jerry does not not.ice us, and we pass on. Erwin Fletcher and Clyde Davis take our tickets and nod a faint and puzzled greeting. We step into the back corridor and notice the ushers prettily arrayed in-well, I'll be darned! If they aren't the old white organdie dresses of graduation! That must. have been excel- lent goods after alll There are Edith Harvey, Henrietta Keech, Edna Anderson, Beatrice Fuller, Lillian Bishop, Marion Corlew, Edith Grenier, Elizabeth Dean and Elinor Bennett. Virginia Washburn leads us to a seat in the back row where we survey the crowd. Boy, oh boy! Didn't the celebrities turn out for the opening Page Twenty-jour

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.lv A i, LOUIS CHARLES GLADYS JUANITA ELIZABETH NATHAN YANNIE WITHAM WOOD ' YANKLOWITZ ZIMMERMAN l W00dle J i Liz 7 f Na.te , Yannle J The worrls of l 75 month were smoother than butter. Repertoire - Debate Club 4: Science Club 2. 3, 4: Banking 3: Senior Play Castg Edltor-ln- chief Red and Black: A. A.: Iroquois Staff. Ll rr A merry heart mak- eth a cheerful coun- Lenancef' Repertoire - Treble Clet 2: Class Hockey 23 Volleyball 2, A. A.: Banking Agent 49 Red and Black Staff. Next Season - Busl- My endeavors have even eome too short of my desires, yet full with my abilities. Repertoire - French Club 43 Orchestra 1, 2: Senior Play Commit- tee: A. A. 2, 3, 4. Next Season-Russell Next Season-College. ness. Sage College. ROBERT 'I HENRIEITA LYDIA JOHNSON KEECH CLASS MOTTO Post Proelium Praemium CLASS COLORS Blue and Silver ELIZABETH STRONG ESTHER MUNGER SHAW VIOLET SYLVIA LANFEAR LILLIAN AGNES BISHOP LILLIAN LOUISE SHAPIRO ELSIE LAVINE And let him be sure to leave other men their turns to speak. Repertoire - Varsity Basketball 3, '45 Foot- ball, 3, 4: Baseball, 3, 45 Junior Prom Commit- tee: A. A. Next Season - Post Graduate Course. WHILHILMINA WARNER CAMFIELD . HONOR LIST ROBERT EDGAR MEDLAR MARY SWIRSKY J OI' AGNES RAHR MORRISON CHANDLER HAVILAND MARION ALICE THOMSON MARIE PHILOMENA CANALE Page Twenty-three

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'-' i mp: -r :g'fl:f- . - V fx Af' w-gg., night. That severe looking lady so icily staring at Wilhelmina Warner, the Presi- dent of the W.C.T.U., is Alice Belmer, successor to Mrs. Willebrandt, counsel of the California Fruit Growers' Association. There is Marie Canale, recently re- turned frorn abroad with the latest ideas in coiffures. Yes, it's Sender Borlowsky sitting with her. They were married in '41, Whom is Gladys Wood clinging to so fondly? Why, it's Ernest Riversl! To think . . . There's Harry O'Connell, the prominent teacher of English at Vassar. He gets along with the students very well, I hear. Step aside there! Here comes the famous doctor, Professor Louis Witham, who not only has discovered cures for infantile paralysis, cancer, tuberculosis, headache, athlete's foot, as Well as fifteen others, but has invented several marvellous com- binations of magnets, aqua, terra, and aera gadgets, which have put him in a permanent place in Who's Who and Believe It or Not. After him, come Elizabeth Strong and Helen Winchip, vying with each other for the mostintimate story of this well known physician-inventor. Again we survey the audience. There is Steve Goodell, still broken-hearted over the dirty trick Segerson pulled on him. Oh, well, I suppose Dorothy loved him. Anyway, Steve turned sailor and now has a girl in every port - on every wharf, instead of every street as of old. Malcolm Ashton's girl threw him over, too, so he is collaborating with Bob Johnson and Lawrence Doyle, who are in the same straits. They spend all their leisure' time now in reading True Stories. Over there in the box we see Gertrude Bakst and Lillian Shapiro all ready to make scathing and constructive criticisms of this revival of elderdays for the New York Times, which is now owned by our old friend Clendon Crannell. Suddenly the orchestra-George Rothmeyer's Five Little Peppers--strikes up Annette Chesler's latest composition, Highlaria. It's a peppy orchestra, and so we take a look at the players. There are Carl Beck with the clarinet, Dave Marlow with the saxaphone, Charlie Hall with his drums, Dorothy Lansing with the trom- bone QI wonder where she learned to playlj and Elsie Lavine at the piano on which Jeanne Bruno coyly sits and croons, while Phil De Sanctis does contortions which he calls the Back Blottem dance. ' A sign comes into view announcing the first act of vaudeville-the Swirsky Sisters in a song and dance. They strut their stuff and then are followed by Russell Watt and his company in an interpretative spring dance. As the company comes gracefully out, imagine our surprise to see Bob Medlar, Bernard Fuller, and Charles O'Connor, with the robust, healthy Lena at the head. Page Twenty-five