Haverling Central High School - Haverlinguist Yearbook (Bath, NY)

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Z4 THE HAVERLINGUIST lass istory Elizabeth Tate At the beginning of the fall term Mr. Vanderhoef called all those who were qualified to join the Senior Class together for the purpose of organizing. Needless to say, a most distinguished company was soon assembled in Miss lVeaver's room. The following officers were elected: Pres- ident, Ellen Leeg vice-president, Josephine McCall, secretary. Viola Jenkins: treasurer, Vlfarreu Miller: poet. Tommy Hitchcock: writer of will, Smith Wfhiteg editor, John VanDuseng prophet, Katherine Ehle: historian, ,Elizabeth Tate. The intelligence of the class turned out to be Mar- jorie Harris and Josephine McCall, Valedictorian and Salutatorian, respectively. lVe also voted to change our class colors to red and white and selected for our motto, Facta Non Verba, Being of studious bent, we didn't care especially for parties. and like things of the more frivolous nature. so we didn't occupy ourselves in the pursuit of good timesvand parties which have been traditional since time immemorial. No, we didn't very often have parties-but when we did-well, the Seniors and the Sophomores had 21 Weiner roast down at Adanfs camping ground and then afterwards adjourned to lVilkes' to dance. Everyone had a nice f?j time. But the less said about that the better. Mr. Krouse informed us that the Science department was in dire distress and the only pos- sible help for it was the purchase of a new projection lantern to take the place of the old one. ll' e were, of course, very much concerned and offered our services. lVe gave a supper, a bake sale and several dances after basketball games and soon earned the required amount of money entirely to relieve the department of its distress. , Now we are planning for Prom and are already assured of its being overwhelmingly suc- cessful. Thus endeth the story of this, the Class of '26. lass oem Evelyn Hitchcock For four short years we've toiled with thee. . In rain or shine, our hearts care free: .-Xnd now that we are here at last, lt seems as though they've gone too fast. XYe've fought thy battles, lost and won: .And learned to smile when day is .done. But now that weyre about to leave, lV e know that we should never grieve But meet our battles with a smile, Knowing they are all worth while. 1 And to Miss Brunclage. dear, lVho taught us through our first short year, And to Miss Sedgwick, too, lVho kept us feeling bright and new, lVe owe a rising vote of thanks- ' fllfoping theyill forgive our prankslji ll'e'll miss you, Haverling so true, And ever near the white and blue, For when we all are old and gray, Everyone of us will say, To Haverling we owe today l

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THE HAVERLINGUIST 23 lass rophecy K. Ehle I have a letter here. dated 1936. from an old school friend. Wfilma LeGro. Being the last of the firm, Brown and LeGro and still single. she has reaped a fortune from the business, which she spends in traveling around and visiting her old schoolmates. The letter is about them. She says :e XVhile traveling around in Arizona last summer whom should I run across but Libby Fairchild. She was so tanned I hardly knew her, and was riding a mammoth black horse quite as skillfully as Buck jones himself. Libby ought to be a good rider, she got so much practice in basketball games. As we stood there talking a cloud of dust appeared on the horizon. and soon John Brownley came riding up on an undersized horse. I soon learned that he is Libby's lesser half. Then I stopped off in Chicago and went to a theatre where vaudeville was running, fea- turing 'The Tuneful Trio.' who turned out to be none other than lVarren Miller, John Van Dusen and Smith Xvhite. On my way out of the theatre I ran into Anna Pindjak hanging on Derwood Dudley's arm. NVho would have thought that bashful Derwood was so courageous? Bob Hand and Tommy Hitchcock are on the stage as Mr. and Mrs. Charley Charleston. still dancing. I ran across Charley Reynolds in Florida. He is a real estate agent and was trying his best to sell some land to poor Mildred Allen. who didn't know whether she was getting an island or a lake. In Buffalo I was so surprised to see lVillis Oldfield playing in the Statler Hotel. His orchestra consisted of Kenneth Smith. playing the saxophone: Clair Easterbrook. the violing Delos NVilcox. the harmonica. and other notorious artists whom I can't recall. Ethel Perry and Elzina Holden have opened a vanity shop there. and are busy remodeling faces. Lena De- Grotf is the wife of a Baptist minister. She always had a leaning toward the little Brown church. In Reno. Nevada. I met Viola Jenkins, who said she was getting a divorce from her husband, George Longwell. so that she could marry Harlo Foster, a wealthy New York banker. I hear Fanelia Smith has taken Miss Sedgwick's post as a teacher of History in Haverling: while Marjorie Harris is the first woman principal of Haverling. I'll bet the fellows behave themselves now.. Josephine McCall and Barney Meade were on the same train with me, going to Niagara Falls on their lI0l1eyll1O0l1. I attended the most exciting boxing match while in New York. and the winner of the lightweight championship was 'Bulldog Bullardf Bath cer- tainly has cause to be proud of Alanson, now. Ellen Lee and her husband, Adair Stannarius. are leaders in the social activities of Avoca. I met ,Ellen at Palm Beach. where she is resting from the strain of social life. Libby Tate is a most efficient librarian at the Davenport Li- brary: and they say Carlton Nipher goes over there nearly every night just to read and read CFQ I met Vernelia Tharp at a baseball game in Pittsburgh, and she informed ITIC tha-t she is now Mrs. Babe Ruth. Somehow I always thought she liked baseball. I see Dorothy Ness is in the movies playing opposite Rudy Valentino. XVhen I arrived back home in Bath I met the last of my school mates, Rosalie Glowczyk and Beatrice Van Keuren, who, in partnership, arg 1-mming the Salubria dance pavilionf,

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THE HAVERLINGUIST f Class Song Willis ozdfeld CLASS SONG-1926 TUNE: In Your Grmw Hain - FIRST VERSE Two years ago this day. New Haverling was done. And we've spent those years in study And in working, and in fun. But now that we're leaving her. XV e realize more and more, That we've come to love our school And we wish the two were four, C HORUS 2 New Haverling 'tis you we love. Our Alma Mater dear. 'Tis you for whom our memory stays Undimmed from year to year. And when life's burdens seem Too great to bear. XVe'll think of you, and all our loads XYill fade and disappear. Dear Haverling, to you we bring Our love and memory. SECOND XIERSE XV hen in our dreams we dream Of Haverling's rooms and halls. XVe will think of all the times we had Beneath her bricklaid walls. And will remember all y The joys of Haverling, And we'll honor her and praise her, And of her we'll always sing.