Gouverneur High School - Deanonian Yearbook (Gouverneur, NY)

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“The noiseless foot of time steals swiftly by.”—Anonymous Class History (CONTINUED) During our first year in G. H. S., like all good Freshmen, we were completely intimidated by the upperclassmen, who resorted to paddles and cold showers to aid them in subduing us. When our shyness finally wore off, we took our part in all scholastic activities. We did not lack talent, for today the Class of ’31 sup- plies some of the school's most prominent athletes, musicians, orators, and scholars. In our Sophomore year originated the custom of holding an annual party at which all of the students meet to celebrate Washington’s Birthday. Although we never won the cup awarded to the class having the most artistically-decorated table, we twice received honorable mention. In 1930, after much deliberation, we selected our beautiful class rings. Dur- ing Commencement Week last June we entertained the Seniors at a formal recep- tion and dance. Our present class was organized in October, 1931, when we elected Donald Montreville, President: Florence Greenhill, Vice-President: Norman Pickert, Secretary; and Ernest Washburn, Treasurer. Mrs. Dodds, Mr. Gibbs, and Miss Costello, our faculty advisers, have always been willing to direct and help us. We appreciate their interest and practical assistance, without which we would have found our undertakings most difficult. In March, having decided to publish an annual, we appointed a staff and formulated plans. Even though this is a difficult year to finance such a project, the editors and managers have worked tirelessly to prepare a year book that will equal former Deanonians. The last semester, it seems, has been the busiest time of our lives. We have had to work on the Annual, to practice for the Senior Play, to study for the June exams, and do a hundred other things at the same time. Peg O' My Heart, presented at the Gralyn Theatre on May 15, was an acknowledged success. Those who attended this play spoke most highly of the interesting romance itself, and of the splendid acting on the part of the cast. They will long remember Marjorie Morris as simple, honest Peg. with her high ideals, her honest Irish pride, and her charming brogue. Then came the Senior Essay Contest, the Class Day Exercises, the Class Picnic, and at the last, the Commencement Exercises in the Gralyn Theatre. We, as a class, have done our best to uphold the standards and to respect the traditions of our Alma Mater. We have worked cheerfully and have striven to be courteous both to our teachers and to our fellow-students. Now, when we must leave our old associates, we realize how much they mean to us. We hope that, through the years to come, we may ever prove worthy of the high-school friendships we now cherish. Donald Montreville.

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“He who docs not advance, falls backward—Amici Seniors M AR(1 ARET TR EM LETT Academic. Minerva; Chor- us 4; Transferred from De- Kalb 4. A gracious word, a charming smile, A manner sweet, a dainty style— A girl who docs the things worth while— This is Margaret. ERNEST H. WASHBURN Academic. Amphictyon; Football 1, 2. 3, 4; Manager of Basketball 3, 4; Baseball 2; Treasurer of Class 4. Although he often flunked a quiz, In sports he was a perfect whiz; As manager and financier too. He did as well as a boy could do. NEIL II. CORNA1RE Academic. Basketball; Transferred from Clayton 4. He never says so very much. For he’s reserved and shy; But as long as he keeps his good looks. We know that he’ll get by. Seniors MAUD E. WELLS Academic. Delta; Art Es- say Contest 4. So quiet and gentle. Folks think she is a saint, But. in reality. We know that she ain't. MELVIN A. CRAVES Academic. Athenian; President of Athenians 4; Vice President of Class 1; Science Club 1; R. B. 1C. 1; Baseball 2; Basketball 2, 3; Football 2, 3; President of Tennis Association 3; Trans- ferred to O. F. A. 4; Trans- ferred back to G. H. S. 4. One we have known through high school days. With charming looks and pleasing ways; He left last year for O. F. A., But joined our class again this May. Class History In September, 1919, there sprang up the keenest kind of rivalry between two energetic groups of youthful opponents—the first grade students of the West Side School and the boys and girls in the same grade of the East Side School. Between the boys of these classes, especially, this hostility increased as the years went by. In the spring they fiercely contested against each other in baseball; in the fall, in football; between times they engaged in honest fist-fights and battles of all kinds. Then peace was declared when these friendly-enemies became co-workers and classmates in Grammar School. These two groups, united in the seventh and eighth grades, entered high-school together four years ago. Since then we have lost many of our former class-mates and gained some new ones. A feeling of loyalty has supplanted the old group antagonism, but the fighting spirit we still have. Now, however, we struggle together to overcome obstacles and achieve success. Page Fourteen

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The memory of the past zvill stay and half our joys renew.”—Moor When we come to the end of the last school day And we know that soon we must part, Then the friends we love, our old pals so gay. Seem most dear to each senior heart. When we’re through with our books, and our pens, and themes, No matter where we may be, Though we wander far, in our fondest dreams, G. H. S. and our chums we’ll see. Well, this is the end of our senior year, We must leave pals and teachers too, But we tell them all, from our hearts sincere, Of affection both kind and true. Our mem’ry has painted our high-school days With colors that never fade; So we’ll ever recall those happy days, Our school, and the friends we’ve made. Were 1 to make a poem of a day Of school, I’d write not of work and duty So much as of the lasting beauty Of friendships made along the way; The thrill of knowing I am one Of those who love the Alma Mater With loyalty true; of those whom ever after, With lasting pride, the school will call its own. Oh, to the classes yet to come, I’d tell The joy of striving and of knowledge gained, Of victories fairly won, defeat withstood, The final triumph toward which long we aimed, The grief of parting drowned in mem’ry’s stream— These things we’ll keep forever in our dream.