Gloversville High School - Oracle Yearbook (Gloversville, NY)

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Graduation Reverie Dedicated to the Class of 1937 13,11 BIARVIN lairsmrrz, ,LST Now that the time has come at last For parting from GHS, YVe recall all the pleasant hours we ,vo spent 'Mid these scenes of scholastic success. Remember that day back in 534 lVe entered as lowly Sophs? Though the Juniors were told to go easy that year lVe were careful-with even our coughs. WVe'd come over from Estee with just the intent Of raising a choice bit of Cain, Chewing Beech-Nut and Wlrigleyis to our hearts content WVhile the Seniors looked down with disdain. . avaescssscfseise Remember that lirst Johnstown game . . . How you yelled yourself hoarse when A Red and White end plucked a pass out of the air And sprinted forty yards for a touchdown? . . . After you had gotten your first tough workout in the gym Your muscles ached so for a couple of days That it was torture to move. The next time you didn it feel it so much And after that you were O.K .... Remember Bob Alpert? He was one swell cheerleader. ln fact, he could make you yell your lungs out When he came out on the platform with three good-looking babes Who ar-ted as his assistants and hollered, O, K., gang, Let 's give 'em the old Red and White yell! Are you ready? lQet's go-o-o-oi Then you cut loose, your voice lost in the swelling clamor That rose in a great wave toward the ceiling Threatening to jar it loose . . . You were sort of girl-shy at first . . . But after you began talking to that cute little brunette Who sat back of you in your third period Algebra class tReme1nber?J You forgot your shyness And soon got up courage to ask her to teach you to dance. 7 THE ORACLE

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FEATURES

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JUNE l937 Your Junior year . . . You bore yourself with dignity now As befitted a member of the Class of '37, And began to look down on the lowly Sophs As you 'd been looked down on once yourself. You cut down a bit on the gum-chewing And didn 't buy more than three packs a week . . . You began to search the Herald's gossip columns Half-hoping, half-fearing to see your own name included. But you never found it. It seemed That everyone else but you was being written about. You vowed you'd do something exciting And crash the colunms before the year was up- lfut, somehow, you never got around to it . . . As the snow started to melt and became Hpackyn There 'd be snowballs flying all over the campus. You had to duck your head as you went up the path Or else get beaned by a whizzing chunk of ice. You began to realize how the Lost Battalion felt When they were being cut to pieces by German machinegun fire. A Senior at last . . . You suddenly realized it would do no harm If you buckled down to a little real studying. You began to do your assignments regularly And felt pretty good to see your marks on the up-grade. That winter you began to attend the basketball games. There'd be a dance afterward and sundaes At the ice cream bar on the way home. Remember the Saratoga baseball game? You looked down with disgust VVhen the big GHS first baseman came to bat in the seventh VVith two on and our nine trailing by a single run And a rowdy Sophomore screeched in your ear, C'MON BOY, KNOCK IT A MILE! But then when he swung on a. fast ball, Connected, and sent the pill humming into the outfield, You forgot your dignity and jumped to your feet, Knocking over your bottle of orange soda. The gaudy liquid Flowed away in sparkling rivulets, though you didn 't know it Till some of it dripped down in your shoe. April . . . and a sudden hustle-bustle . . . Homework . . . story for the Herald . . . Senior theme to write . . . You breathe a sigh of relief when the rush is over. May . . . boning for the Regents . . . Constant interruption of routine . . . Calling cards exchanged among the Seniors . . . Pictures to be taken, blanks filled out, clothes to be bought June . . . and graduation . . .