Gloversville High School - Oracle Yearbook (Gloversville, NY)

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28 THE ORACLE Last Will and Testament Rnom All men bu Gfhese Dresents: We, the proud, stately, grand and 0.I'fIlt6ll 1.0577 Graduating Class of Glotfcrwizfillc High School, lacing of questioamlnly sound mimi, reason- ably sounfl rlispositiofn, anrl collectively sound liofly, and not acting mzrlcr fraufl, duress, menace, or the mzfluc iufluicincc of liquor, rlo llcrclzy make, pulilisli, owl rlcclorc this momentous flocumcuf our fmt, last, owl only Will and Testament, and do llf'l'lH'flllI'lll'l1 girc and llcqucuth the following: l ins'r: To the budding Class of '38 a worthy goal for which to strive--that dizzy pinnacle ol' success an d accomplishment, surpassing all others, achieved only by our graduating Seniors. Sncoxnz Also to the Junior Class the occupa- tion, control, and complete mastery of the second Hoor of the school building-where the Sopho- mores fear to tread - oh yeah '? Tninn: To Mr. Vfarde the privilege of scrap- ing together as numerous and impressive a bunch of aspirants for glory on the cinder paths as has been his fortune this year. Fou1:1'H: To Duke Miller, our mighty and masterful mentor of brain, brawn and breathing exercises, the hope for a more successful athletic season than this past one has been. l ir'ri-lx To Miss Tefft the task of choosing t'rom the ranks of the class of '38 two such able and polished troupers to play the leads in the next Senior Play production as Gene Goossen and Dolores Havlick were in Seventeen , SIXTH: To Mr. Campaigne, our able journal- istic advisor, a younger and more eager group of cub reporters for him to tear his hair over in the process of molding them into a compact, eliicient, smooth-running Herald staff. Snvnxru: 'l'o Mr. Yickery a fresh crop of test-tube breakers and nitric-acid spillers, who will undoubtedly muddle things up generally and make life perilous for innocent bystanders in the yChemistry lab. ' EIGHTH: To Mr. Young, the Safety ,Driving teacher, a brand-new bunch of budding motorists to complete the wreck of that antiquated vintage oi' 'QT Chrysler over in the l'lstee Auto Shop. NINTH : 'l'o Mr. lferguson the right to enthrall many another History C class with his thrilling lilood-aiid-thunder tale of death and destruction, entitled, llow I iWon the NYar Single-Handedng or, Kaiser Bill, Here I Come! 33 TENTH: To Mr. Crandall and the rest of the Faculty our most sincere thanks and undying gratitude for making our years within the portals of GHS some of the happiest we have yet experienced. And now, ye lowly Juniors land Sophomores, tooli, hearken to these gems ot' benevolence which certain individual Seniors condescend to let fall to you - like a few welcome drops ot' rain falling from a brazen sky upon the parched desert sands beneath: 1. Dick Furlong, head man ot' the llerald staff, bestows upon some worthy successor to the throne, as yet unnamed, the right to take up the torch in the still-raging battle against dat ol' debbil Mimeograph. 2. Chuck Getman, nonchalantly as is his wont, leaves his masterful redhead tech- nique to any aspiring young man who cares to go on the make for some carrot- topped lassie. Louis Gattie is the most likely recipient of this magnanimous gift, but, as he himself remarked, Pm no red- head specialistg I'll take on anything! 3. Audrey Brott confers upon some slightly terriftie Junior eoquette the right to in- trigue most of our brawny gridiron heroes as she has done so ably. At this writing, Jane Gillis seems to be the most logical successor. 4. Harold Sherman bequeaths a supertlous portion of his masterful tactics with the fair sex to the one Junior liothario who can handle the assignment -- none other than Billy Oberg! 5. Elsie Buff bestows solne of her ability as a quibbler, that inexhaustible supply ot' energy, and her astounding facility of be- ing many places at one and the same time on that bustling 1nan-about-the-school, M r. Howard Stanton. Also she leaves her Oracle editor's post to a little lassie who, after doing yeoman service as assistant ed. for two years, certainly rates the job - Jean McCabe. 6. Milt, Lazarus leaves a bit ot' that healthy Florida tan to any Junior who looks as though he needs it. 7. Jane Murphy and Florence Speare, officially deadlocked for the title of GlslS Giggler No. l , donate their inimitably

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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 . . .

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JUNE 1937 29 ioggz Class Prophecy Scene: Fonda R. R. Station. Time: Tenth hour, tenth day, tenth month, ten years from now. As I opened the door ot' n1y taxi, I glanced at my watch - why, it was only 10 a. m., and my train wouldn't arrive until 11:56! That meant that I would have to waste two dull hours in a dusty old railroad station. I dreaded to enter, but .the passing Ilocatelli Iiimited sprinkled so much tar dust in my eyes that I had to make tracks for the nearest door. I handed my money to the ticket agent with- out looking up, and received my ticket together with a complimentary circular proclaiming the wonders of Caroga Iiake, Rendezvous of the Elite . 641,111 sure you will find it a delightful place, said Fld Fliegel, the man behind the window. I thanked him and sat down on a rickety corner bench right next to a meek little couple with seven shining offsprings who were eating their lunches out of shoe boxes. VVhy, hello! - It's little Mama Jane Brown and Papa Bob Iieaeh sporting a mailman's outfit! After recovering from surprise, I nervously puttered around with my luggage, moving it in under the bench. I was astounded by a gruff, Hey goilie! Keep yer lousy t'ings outta here, see? emerging from underneath. I took a look and - horrors! It was Gene C. Goosen, reclining beneath a blanket ol' yesterday 's Mislcadcr-Rcpfublicrm. Feeling guilty because of the inconvenience caused by n1y presence to all concerned, I saun- tered aimlessly over to the bulletin board. There was a poster, conspicuously lettered 'WVANTED -Harold Sherman, alias Two-Time Tonnny, for bigamy - S500 reward . This was a bit too much for me. So I bought a copy of the Misleader and settled down peacefully in a secluded corner to read. But the front page news was far from peaceful. Glaring black headlines screamed: ' NATALIIC FINN SHOOTS LOCAL l'lQl'M BER CAUSE IINKNOIVN MERRY IYIDGIV AIIIJRICY RROTT MEPITS IVATERIDO Heartbreaker Russ IVilmarth Refuses to Give Her 'Divorce At the bottom of the page was a review of the year's best seller - Gone With The IVine, by Martha Tate. The editorial, titled Innocence is Bliss , was written by none other than lflditor Dick Furlong. I was overwhelmed to read among the theatre notices that the new smash hit. Love is ICternal . starred two of. my old friends - John Romeo Sehrieher and Mary Juliet Seouten, with minor roles held by Marie Close and Bob Venner. I also read that Elsie Ritter was playing the part ol' the manicurist in The Barber of G-ville at the new Gloversvillc Opera House recently donated by Senator Sutliff. Suddenly several fiashes of brilliant light made me jump to my feet. Two dozen odd photographers were pursuing a celebrated com- edienne who had just arrived on the 10:32. They clamored for the star to remove her dark glasses and beret a la Garbo and - suprise! it was Jane Murphy, accompanied by secretary Marie Hilden- brand and personal maids Marion Yanllellon, Rose Costes and Jean Cook. Some of these pic- ture boys - who proved, by the way, to be ex- GHS Seniors Dick Slade, Carl Snook, David Roberts and Gurdon Parsons - were stirred a a moment later by the arrival of another star ot' the silver screen. It was Buck Collie of the wild and wooly NVesterns, who had decidedthatl it wasn't wise to ride any more, returning home with his rootin', tootin', shootin' cowboy: pals Felix Puterman and Ben Reitzesu- f A ' In the midst of all this excitement two masked' men slunk into the station. But in spite of the