Gloversville High School - Oracle Yearbook (Gloversville, NY)

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What Happened to the Class of '45 or Don't Let This Happen to You We'll bet you're all wondering what ever happened to the most intelligent, talented, and outstanding class that ever graduated from G. H. S. Well, the class of 1945 has made quite a name for itself but we can't tell you the name. There are, however, three black spots on the roster of our noble class - Martha Sweeney, Nelson Lavergne, and Ioan Loveday. Poor Martha struggled five years to write The Tragic Epic of the Cayaduttaf' only to have it banned in Boston. Sweeney is hiding in seclu- sion now, ostracized forever. Then came Nel- son's big mistake. It was a sad case-he tried forcibly to reform discipline in G. H. S. - he expects to be paroled shortly. Then came the dismal failure of Ioan Loveday. She and Sil were finally married but Sil Won't stop chewing tobacco and Ioan refuses to stop smoking cigars, so Sil now writes a Lonely Hearts column for the Leader-Republican, and Ioan is living in Greenwich Village, writing tragic poetry. But the rest of our class shines brightly. The other night as we turned our television radio, designed by Bill Brown, foremost engineer, we heard a mellow voice welcoming us to Lul- labye time at Fulton County's foremost mecca of society. lt was the golden baritone of Donald Teeple, now manager of the Hotel Broadal- bin, which features the hot trumpet of Lucy Smith, leader of the big name band, Lucy's Lullabye Girls. We listened for a few mo- ments when suddenly bobby sox screams drowned music and words. We learned it was none other than Ron McCoy, that man about town, who is now a second Frank Sinatra. We switched stations and tuned in a big league baseball game. Much to our pleasant surprise, we heard that our ex-class President, Gerald Briggs, was the manager of the New York Yan- kees. Soon we turned the radio off and decided to amble up town for something to eat. Imagine our surprise when we glanced at the billboard of the Glove theatre and saw that the Gerald Rubin Motion Picture Co. proudly precented the romantic drama of the year, The Life of Rich- ard Shell. As we walked on up toward Pros- pect Ave. we saw that a new little tea room had been opened. Thinking that something dif- ferent might be offered and being tired of Boston mi1kshakes,we entered the quaint little place and who should pop out from behind the counter but Mabel Grover and Ruth Streicher! We chatted for awhile, then left just as the afternoon sun was beginning to sink behind Bleecker mountain. fWonder if Don Mader still is a game wardenb. We walked up Main street until we reached old G. H. S. We stood there for awhile as the rays of the setting sun were twenty-zfix We Turn to the Future What is it going to be like after graduation? That is the question in the minds of all seniors. Before the war, one could count on going to college, or he could have a job in mind. But today we live in such a rapidly changing world that one can look ahead over only a few years to see what awaits us in the future. It is not a matter of merely considering one's own wel- fare, but rather the welfare of the world. As far as most of the boys from the gradu- ating class in '45 are concerned, they know that they will enter the armed forces of our country. To the ones who graduate in the forthcoming years, however, falls a strong responsibility. For it is they who will have to strive to make this a better America, not to take it back to pre- war days, but to make it different and better, a place where our boys in the service long to return without the fear of coming back to a cor- rupt country. Yet, it isn't only for the boys who shed their blood on foreign soil that this must be done, it is for all the people in the world, the ones who look up to the United States as their savior. On the battlefields of today, men are making the base for a long and important road, the road of world peace and democracy. We, who graduate in '45, will help to pave it. Then the luniors, Sophomores, Freshmen, etc., of today will put on the signposts. lf these are not chosen wisely, all the work of others will be undone. That is why more than ever so many people depend on the education of us, the American Youth. Before we, the class of '45, leave Gloversville High School, we wish to offer to the luniors and Sophomores our blessing and wishes for good luck. Remember, we have faith in you, the future depends on you! reflected in Study Hall windows. A very faint trace of moisture came into our eyes, and a rather large lump came into our throats as we almost imagined we heard the echo of the Alma Mater in the background. lt wasn't such a bad place after all, and we'd all give the world to be able to be back in high school for just a day. lt began to get dark so we went our separate ways toward home, wondering what ever hap- pened to all the other kinds of the class of 1945. Wherever they were, we all silently wished them all the luck and happiness in the world.

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