Gowanda Central School - Valley Bugle Yearbook (Gowanda, NY)

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THE VALLEY BUGLE ANNUAL I7 So Says Shakespeare In that terrible exam you forgot to study for- Fair is foul and foul is fair. As the Seniors part- When shall we three meet again P ' As we go through the dark mysterious tunnel at the I-Iollowe'n party- Present fears are less than horrible imaginingsf' Pzfhe day before English IV and History C regents-HO, never shall sun that morrow see. Doris as Lloyd pursues her- The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love. . john Lewis as he faces his uncrankable Ford- The attempt and not the deed con- founds us. Prof when he finds two unruly eighth graders attempting to remove parts of each other's anatomy- Resolve yourselves apart. The optimist as he sees not his name on the list of those who passed the fatal exam- Things without all remedy should be without regard: whtat's done is done. Miss Stenger when she discovers several culprites typing after four- Stand not upon the order of your going, but go at once. As the party breaks up- What is the night? Almost at odds with morning, which is which? An innocent bystander as G. H. S. marches out at fire drill- What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom ? Clyde johengen, caught in mischief- I have done no harm. Any typist, eraser in hand-'fOut, damned spot! Out, I say ! Any student when vacation seems ages away- Tomorrow, and tomorrow and tomor- row. ' Mrs. Chojnacki as she reviews this-- It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. D. T. TOWNSEND 1 c.H.s. -- To 11 Dear Friend-'-- Since you left me, loneliness has spread dark and shady wings and hovers over my sim- ple abode. Since you have gone out of my life, world and men have changed toward me. Spring has lost its lovelinessg the song of birds is meaningless, Howers 'hide their fragrance and the sunshine has lost its smile. With you, exhuberant joy and happiness have left me. I still exist but I do not live. I go through the bare motions of external living, but my soul is hungry and cold. Woe and bliss are found at night when my soul has gone out to find you, when my empty arms have stretched out into space to bring you back to me. Who can fathom the depth of sorrow, the pangs of despised love and friendship, the pains of a torn and lonely heart? We were inseparable friends but necessity decreed that we be parted. Fate set its stern face against our being together although no power on earth can harm or destroy our mutual affection. But since you went, everything has changed and the only thing you left me is the memory of indescribable, happy days. You were the most understanding friend. In hours of grief and disappointment, I could come to you and confide in you. You were responding to my caresses when I held you in my arms. The tone of your sweet voice was enchanting and when I was especially good to you, you would sing to me and carry me away into dreamland where beauty reigned supreme. From the rush of the cold outside world, I could Hee to you, take off my mask which society commanded me to wear and be myself. We were both friends of freedom and only in seclusion is freedom. I could sit with you for hours and listen to you. You taught me the mysteries of life and opened my eyes to the real values and beauties in this world. Whatever was little and small in me, you made me feel ashamed of it 5 whatever was noble and genuine in me, you brought to the surface. I was proud of you and I called you my dearest possession in life. As long as I had you, I was sure of myself but deprived of your guiding hand, I began to vascillate. You are out of my arms but not out of my heart. I long for you and still love you, my dear-violin. FRED PARCIANY

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THE VALLEY BUGLE ANNUAL I9 Assembly 1 Athlete 2 Class : Coach : Football : French : Geometry : History : Professor : School : Senior Marks: Stewed : Stude : Student : Study : Teacher : Test : School Dictionary With apologies to Sam Johnson As interesting as church only there is no place to sleep. Dignified bunch of muscles unable to chop wood or sift ashes. Non-insomnious society. One who occupies a place ona nearby bench while a game is in progress and serves as an inspiration. Means of recreation afforded to youths under severe scholastic strain. See Athlete. A course taken to distinguish the difference between such phrases as 'Bon Ami' fGood Friendj and Dutch Cleanser fin Dutch, Dewatsereich, meaning accumulator. J f An elementary course in lines, curves and angles. Of much practical use to drugstore cowboys. Narrative of MAN'S progress since 'Monkeyhoodl Studied so that the mistakes of former History shall not be repeated. A medium through which knowledge is transferred from one thicket of life's experience to another thicket. A large company, as of fish. Pronounced seen-your-marks. The low down on all senior's abilities. Not usually published but generally known. Eventual condition of 'stude'. See stude. A male youth remaining in school for the express purpose of giving the girls a 'break'. An artful assimilator of pedagogical expoundings. Nearly extinct word meaning to endeavor to learn by means of mental application. Another educational medium-less dignified, therefore harder to m-ake con- nections-. Means of arousing students from lethargies. First word with which the expression 'sink or swim' was used. LOUISE PL1ss, HOWARD Ross HW- c. H. s. i SWEET MYSTERIES or LIFE W How does Clarence Hatfield manage to study and play checkers at the same time? Why does G. Glair soberly wink his eye at the ceiling? Why does the French teacher stare at the window? Why does the Latin teacher write Greek in the Latin class when no one understands it? Why does H. Ross close his eyes when he plays the clarinet at band practice? How do certain persons manage to have 95? as their monthly averages? Why do the musical strains of a DOUBLE B-Flat bass horn console the restless mind of Louise Pliss? Why does I. Mentley like to spill sulphuric acid on his trousers? WALTER CHMIEL l c. H. s. -f LET'S START A FUND To buy Bunny Murphy a complete set of Harold Bell Wright's novels. To To buy a halo for Dorothy Townsend. get Johnny Mentley a cheval glass in which to admire his physique. To provide a dummy for Gordon Glair to cuddle and coo. To beg, borrow, or steal a portable typewriter for Nell-Gray VVillcox. To To furnish Raymond Baldwin with a book on nautical affairs. reserve a sound proof study hall for Louise Pliss. To rent a room at Ungers for Fritz Trapp. To publish a book on How to Attract Women by Walter Chmiel. To buy Greta Garbo's latest photograph, AUTOGRAPHED, for Mr. Wilber.