Herkimer High School - Ye Green Quill Yearbook (Herkimer, NY)

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22 THE GREEN QUILL Walsh, Frances ...... Walthart, Edward .... Post Graduate H. H. S. Utica Business School Post Graduate H. H. S. Willoughby, Madge .... Utica Businss -School Post Graduate H. H. S. Cornell University Rensselaer Polytechnic Weiss, Henry ...... . .. White, John' .... ..... Wood, Ada .......... Youngs, Gorton .......... FAREWELL HIGH SCHOOL Dearest old school of the valley, Our hearts now turn toward you, For you were our guidon of youth And to you we will ever lbe true. In your walls staunch and upstanding, Corridors, -spacious and high We learned to be true and obedient. Oh, we leave you all with a sigh. We'll miss the comrades and friends, The sports we are leaving behind The lessons from which we once turned, And the teachers so patient and kind. We soon must leave you forever, .No more your students to be, 'Sadly we turn from your portals From you forever to be. -F. Kimm '26, SENIORS Seniors are, as everybody knows, Students whose names are highest on the rollsg Soon they leave us, they go so fast They soon become a thing of the past. A worried look is on their brow, A frown between their eyes, But oh! my friend, they have a gift so precious That all the money in the world, couldn't buy! As soon as they leave us they start out Upon their adventures bold, Some falling by the wayside while stronger Ones reacrh their goal. Some Iind glory in power, Others flnd glory in fame. We put our best hope in our senior friends And hope none will come to shame. -Marjory Myers '28. PATSY Patsey dropped wearily down upon a friendly stump near the roadside. She let the bundle, tied up in a small gingham apron, fall to her side. She was very tired. Running away was harder than slhe thought it would be, especially with these old sandals on, her feet were all blisters, and hungry! Squirming-eels, how hun- gry she was. Well she'd rather go hungry all 'her life than go back to Mrs. Dana's. Patsy was both fatherless and motherless. Her parents had died when she was very young and Patsy had been taken to the Home. From the Home, Mrs. Thomas Lana had taken her to lhelp around the house and run errands for Mx. Thomas Lana, who never did anything when someone else could do it just as well. Patsy, then, was kept pretty lbusy. for helping Mrs. Thomas Lana meant that she must get up and get breakfast, wash the dishes, dust, sweep, make beds ,run on errands besides take all tine blame for every thing that went wrong. After three months of this, Patsy decided to leave without notice. She was only a child of eleven and she loved to play as other children played. Patsy rested a short time on the stump and then picking up the bundle which contained her personal goods, she trudged slowly on. The awful feeling to her stomach seemed to grow with every step. Around the bend of the road, Patsy caught sight of a low white farmhouse. It looked very restful to the tired child. She wished she were going to stop there. It looked as if it needed a little girl. When she readhed the white gate, Patsy lingered and leaned against the large tree standing near the path. While she stood thus gazing at the little farm- house, the door opened and a tall young man walked slowly down tlhe path. What he saw when he reached the end of that path was a small pathetic looking figure standing on one foot and looking at him with large gray-green eyes. Well little one, he said in a kindly tone, what can I do for you? No-noUhing, answered Patsy, shifting to her other foot. ' , The tall young man suddenly stooped and picked the little waif up in his arms and started up the path to the house He flung the door open and called cherrily Well, mother I tfhink we have a guest for dinner, and he placed the wondering child upon her feet again. Imagine it! A lady of eleven being carried! Why ,did he think she was a baby? Patsy was interrupted in these indignant thoughts by the appearance of a lady dressed in a neat gray gown which seemed to set off her pure white hair to perfection. She asked no questions but led Patsy through an adjoining room to a dining room. There on the table was a steaming, hot dinner wlhich made Patsy's eyes fairly pop open. The lady sat down and .he young mar' placed Patsy in a chair before taking one himself, and the meal began.

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THE GREEN QUILL 21 CLASS HISTORY In September, 1922 ,the halls of the High School were filled with a crowd of Freshmen, the class of 1926. After we had become accustomed to our classes and teachers, we began to lose our timidity and to look about us. We found that, in -spite of Uhe good will of our teachers, Fresh- men were not allowed to do much in the way of activities, but were expected to stand aside and let the Juniors and Seniors cover them- selves with glory. We longed to be Sopho- mores, for then we thought, we would be given an opportunity to become active. V At last we became Sophomores in 1923. We organized and elected our oflicers: President, Helen Hydon, Vice President, Eleanor Lewis: Secretary, Helen Harris, and Treasurer, Gor- ton Youngs. As our Class Advisor, we chose Miss Whitney. We started out to become ac- tive but we found that our studies became more diflicult. More and mor-e time was given to them, until, at last, the year of 1924 rolled around. Now we were Juniors, free to do as we wished. We elected new officers choosing: President, Helen Harris, Vice President, Fred- erick Shepherd: Secretary, V-erlie Tuttle, and Treasurer, William Pratt. We lost no time in starting our activities and on December sixth, we held a dance. The dance was a success and was set down as one of the achievements of tfhe class. At this time, too, we found ourselves eligible for membership in the Dramatic Club which had been organized the preceding year. Many Juniors joined and Verlie Tuttle, a class member, was chosen as vice-president. It was time for our class to enter the dramatic fieldg hence we presented two one-act plays, The Weasel and The Maker of Dreams. These plays marked our first success in dramatics. The members of the cast did splendidly and our class was proud of them. We were also active in both girls' and boys' basketball. In 1925, a Junior, Frederick Shepherd, won second prize in the Local Prize Speaking Contest. In June after Commencement, the Juniors gave a ban- quet for Seniors at the Business and Profes- sional Women's Club. 'Dhis banquet marked for us the closing of our Junior year. In the ninth month of the year 1925, we re- turned to High School, full-fledged Seniors. At last, we had reached the highest peak of our ambition, Uhe Senior Class. We organized for the last time electing as our oflicers: Presi- Youngs: Vice President, Anna dent, Gorton Radaskiewicz, Secretary, Madge Willoughbyg and Treasurer, Evelyn Thomas. We also chose a wise and learned advisor, Miss Cook. Honor was bestowed on our class as several of our members became members of the Green Quill Staff. Verlie Tuttle was elected Editor-in- Chiefg Gorton Youngs, business manager, Helen Harris, Society Editorg and Harwood Butts, Art Editor. However, members of the class of 1926 had contributed to the columns of The Quill before they assumed the leader- slh-ip of the paper. Again we felt the call of the footlights and produced a three-act comedy Am I Intruding? Earlier in the year, also, a little play, The Courtship of Miles Standish was given by the Seniors for the entertainment of the students of the school. Tlhe French III students presented Le Pauvre Sylvie under the able direction of Miss Foley. The local Prize Speaking Contest was held in April. A member of the Senior Class, Dorothea Ecker- -son, was awarded first prize, thus representing us in the County Contest. Lillian Ellis, enter- ing the literary field for the Seniors, won hon- orable mention on the essay The Life of Lin- coln. The time is nearing when we shall no longer be Seniors. It is due to the splendid aid and training of the faculty that we have come safely through these four years of High School. Graduation will be a joy and yet a.sorrow to us as we are leaving our Alma Mater. -Ruth Bachelder '26. Where Our 'Seniors lntend to Go After Being Graduated From Old H. H. S. Bachelder, Ruth .... Cortland Normal Eckerson, Dorothy .... ..... C ortland Normal Ellis, Lillian ........ Syracuse University English, Eleanor ............ Buffalo Normal Goldsmith, Adelayde ......... New York City Hane, James ......... Post Graduate H. H. S. Harris, Helen .......... Alsbany State Normal Harter, Kenneth .......................... . . . . . . . .Northwestern University at Chicago Henry, O'Rilla, ......... Ilion Business School Kiefer, Lillian .... Albany Memorial Hospital Kimm, Frances ............. Potsdam Normal Mead, Lois ...... ........... K euka College Pierce, William ........ Syracuse University Pratt, William ...... Post Graduate H. H. S. Radaskiewicz, Anna Utica Business School Scialdo, Joseph University of Pennsylvania Smith, Gladys ............... Buialo Normal Sokoloski, Walter . .. Herkimer National Bank Thomas, Evelyn .................. California Tompkins, Gladys ........................ ....... . . . . . .. Utica Conservatory of Music Tuttle, Verlie ............... Potsdam- Normal

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THE GREEN QUILL 23 Somehow, Patsy never clearly understood how, her story crept out and the Lady and the Man soon knew all about the Home and Mrs. Lana. After the meal which was quite the nicest Patsy had ever enjoyed, she was told she might go into the other room and look at some books. When she lhad gone, the young man turned to his mother. Well, Mater, he said, I couldn't help it. She looked so tiny and help- less. Why she's just skin and bone and eyes. I just grabbed her up and raced her in here to dinner before she starved or something. You were a brick not to say anything. Oh, Dan, his mother answered. She struck me the same way. Little Telly wouldn't have been so very much older if s'he had lived. I've always wanted a little girl. She seems-er- ah-quite nice. A long pause followed this statement. After a time the young man looked at his mother and began to laugh heartily for he knew that Patsy had found a home. That night when Patsy had crawled in be- tween the sheets of the little white bed and the Lady had kissed her good night and Uhe young Man had called a laughing good-night from downstairs, she thought to herself, Squirming- eels! but it's great to be ill bed in your own home. -H. Harris '26. MY FAVORITE PICTURE In a lady's bedroom is a portrait of our Lord. The picture which was painted by the famous Austrian artist, Gabriel Max, about 1850 or 1880 is valued at two thousand five hundred dollars. It is not my favorite picture because of the value or the popularity of the-artist nor be- cause I am particularly religious: it is the fas- cination of Our Lord's Eyes. Two hundred colors were used to bring about the marvelous effect and it is one of the artist's most noted works. I stood gazing intently at it as held by a charm wlhen to my surprise the eyes flew open wide and held me spell bound. I pulled myself out of the stupor and shut my eyes tight. Then I opened them again to see if it were really so. There He was, looking at me so gently, so pa- tiently. Why was I frightened? The lady came in and saw me. She said, Did you see the eyes open? I answered that I did but could not believe it was true. She explained that it was painted in such a way that when one is a few feet away the eyes are closed but upon closer observation it is discovered that the eyes open wide. Everytime I go to the lady's room I must glance at the picture either drawn by my interest or because the portrait looks so living, real, and true. --Ida Kosinski '28. BUFFALOED It wasrtlhe first day of December and the little village of Cederville was a bustle of excitement. In the Perkins' household Silas Adolph Perkins more commonly known as Uncle Si, was pre- paring for a trip to Florida. Everyone was ready with helpful suggestions, but Uncle Si being a man of fifty-seven sum- mers and winters, was well able to control himself without his neighbors' suggestions. The day was a long and dreary one for Si, but he stood the test and the evening found him ready for his trip. After a long and sleepless night, Uncle Si arose early for breakfast and at eight o'clock his sleigh was at the station waiting for the nine thirty-live, a local which was to take him to New York. Cederville turned out in strong numbers to give Si a rousing send-off and the milking 'hour was delayed in honor of the occasion. The nine thirty-five blew at ten o'clock and Uncle Si, with his carpet bag and new over- coat, climbed aboard. Cederville was soon out of sight. The next morning the train pulled up at the Grand Central Station of New York and Uncle Si took his bag upon which was plainly painted his initials S. A. P., and getting off his train, he strode into the station to await his next train. He waited about twenty minutes, then took a train for Richmond. He rode a day and a night on this train and when he reached Ricl' mond the went immediately to the Everglades Hotel and slept all day. By the next day, he was rested and he checked out of the hotel and took a flier for Tampa Bay. When he reached his destination, he went to another thotel to eat. He had no place for his overcoat so he left it in the lobby. When he returned from his dinner, he found eight men clad in white knickers and blue coats guarding his overcoat. He picked his way through their midst and rescued his overcoat and was about to escape when one of the men grabbed him and dragged him out to his car. He then pro- ceeded to show Uncle Si his real estate bar- gains. Do you want to buy an orange grove or a site of snug cottages in these hills? he asked. Uncle Si replied that he never did like