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

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Long before Colonel Johannes Glenn gave his name to Glens Falls, the Indians of the locality had their own name for this area. They called it Chepontuc, which means a hard place to get around. The area was difficult to bypass mainly because the Hudson River, at the falls, was nearly impossible to cross. The Glens Falls area of long ago and the Glens Falls High School of today have one characteristic in common. They are both, in different senses to be sure, hard to get around. The students who have gone through GFHS have encountered many real obstaclesfscholastic, athletic, and social ones, which have frequently tripped up the unwary. So it is with iustifiable pride that we, the Class of l958, can say that we have surmounted these obstacles, although many of us have stubbed our toes in the process. We have achieved a worthwhile success. On the opposite page you see a squat little Indian who would never survive in the wilderness, and who, therefore, is very happy to live eternally between the pages of The Red and Black. His name is Chepontuc, he is a creation of the Red and Black staff, and he symbolizes the Indians of long ago who overcame their obstacles, iust as we have overcome ours. He is a comic representative of success, and as such it is fitting that he should be a part of this book, which endeavors to tell the story of our success during the school year l957-l958. - DAVID SPEAR BARBER 4

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,4 There are the falls on two sides of us, and the river above and below. If you had daylight, it would be worth the trouble to step up on the height of this rock, and look at the perversity of the water. lt falls by no rule at all, sometimes it leaps, sometimes it tumbles, there, it skips, here, it shoots, in one place 'tis white as snow, and in another 'tis green as grass, hereabouts, it pitches into deep hollows that rumble and quake the 'arthg and hereaway, it ripples and sings like a brook, fashioning whirlpools and gullies in the old stone, as if 'twas no harder than trodden clay. The whole design of the river seems disconcerted. First it runs smoothly, as if meaning to go down the descent as things were ordered, then it angles about and faces the shores, nor are there places wanting where it looks backward, as if unwilling to leave the wilderness, to mingle with the salt .... And yet what does it amount to! After the water has been suffered to have its will, for a time, like a headstrong man, it is gathered together by the hand that made it, and a few rods below you may see it all, flowing on steadily towards the sea. -JAMES FENIMORE COOPER 5