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

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The Green Quill I 9 SENIOR DAYS AND WAYS History of 'Class '28 In the fall of nineteen hundred and twenty- four, we, the Seniors of nineteen hundred and twenty-eight, entered Herkimer High School. Wie were Freshmen, as all Freshmen are, quite inexperienced with the ways of the Upper Classmen. However, in time we soon overcame our timidity and began to feel the responsibility of our inportant positions. We found that there was much to be done and that there was no time for fooling. Durinlg' our first two years as a class we -carried on no activities because we were never organized. When we reached our much prized Junior year 'we felt ourselves more important than we were in our lSophmore year but not as important as we were in our Freshman year. We started our class organization in the latter part of our first semester. Under the super- vision of Miss Foley we met and elected Mar- jory Myers president, Marx -Cristman vice- president, Howard Kirby secretary, Brayton Stadler treasurer, and Miss Emily Jones class advisor. Our activities 'began as soon as we were organized. The Junior Circus started the ball a-rolling. We 'held it in the high school gymnasium which we decorated in bright colors with flowers and ballons 'hanging from the walls. Many acts were presented and afterwards danc- ing was enjoyed by all. As Juniors we pre- sented a sum of money to the curtain fund. We staged the play Under Twenty in the school auditorium after Easter. Then we held our Junior banquet for the Seniors at the Country Club. A delightful evening was enjoyed by every one. This ended our Junior Class program. Our activities proved a great suc- coss under the thoughtful guidance of our advisor Miss Jones and the Senior class ex- tends to her a hearty thanks for her attention and kindness. Our Senior class was organized in the be- ginning of the fall term 'by the Junior presi- dent. Howard Kirby was elected president, Emily Yale vice-president, Marx Cristman treasurer, Virginia Brady secretary, and Miss Ccok class advisor. Our Senior season started with a reception for the Freshmen and mem- bers of the faculty. After the reception danc- ing followed. Four Seniors Catherine O'Donnel, Marx Cristman, Emily Yale, and Helen Semit composed the high school debate team which was defeated first at Old Forge, then here at Herkimer High School. We presented the play Pollyanna' which was righly commended 'by the people of Herkimer and other towns along the Valley. As Seniors we sponsored the Sharon Concert which was held in the high school auditorium. In all our years of 'high school, especially the Junior and Senior years, we have had many classmen in public speaking, orchestra, band, and also in athletics. We are now leaving our dear old school and we will close the door upon this phase of our lives. We will go to the different parts and meet new friends, but we will always remember our high school and our faculty. We express our great appreciation to the faculty for their kind guidance through our years of school. To our Senior advisor Miss Cook we leave our best 'wishes for her kindness and fore- silght in helping us in our work. To all the students we say, Good bye, and wish them success during their remaining years in high school. We are going to pass from one of the happiest times of our lives, but few of us realize lt. 'Many times we will look back through the years and wish we were back at dear old Herkimer High. -Marjory Myers HERKIMER HIGH SCHOOL ADDITION UNDER CONSTRUCTION For the past few years there has been a definite need felt in high school for more space. All the space possible has been used and yet the classes have been crowded and teachers hampered by the lack of room, To meet this need the -Board of Education decided that the ivy walls should be expanded to include several more classrooms. The architect plans to use the three rooms at the north end of the building as a library. At present the library is installed in a very small room which is not large enough to accomodate the many students who use it every open period. Neither does the ventilation system meet the requirments of the state department. There is to be a new and larger shower room which is needed by the teams of the school. In addition there are the several larger class- rooms, one of which will probably be used by the classes in home economics. It is under- stood that a new manual training department will offer to boys auto-mechanics and printing. We hope that 'September will find the school installed in its new rooms and rejoicing in the larger quarters provided for the classes, -1Howard Kirby '28 WELCOME FRESHMEN! We are the class of 1931. Our .glorious fresh- man year is completed. We have enjoyed ll immensely, and think that it will he the jolllest year of our entire high school career, WVe shall be Sophmores in September. As we gaze upon the small green fres'hies we shall oondescend to give them a cold smile once in a while and enjoy their mistakes. As they wander about the building at the opening of the coming school year, they will faintly remind us of a time, a long while ago, when another freshman class was trying to get its bearings and settle down to the routine of high school life. If one, forlorn freshman timldly asks us to direct him to a certain classroom, we upper c'assmen will tell him where to go with a slightly amused. bored air. But that is only a part of hilgh school tra- dition. We will be -friendly towards the fresh- men, and appreciate them, for if there were no freshmen, high school could not exist very ong. So let our slogan, that we hand down to our successors, be Welcome Freshmen! -Alice Mary Perry

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if 0 ' BEBE'S SOLDIER In the little French town of Guarde the rain dripped .steadily down upon t'he rough walks and trodden ground. The night was dark and gloomy and there was an air of lonliness and unhappiness all about. But in the Cafe de Malonne there was light and laughter. A group of stalwart American soldiers stood in a circle in a corner of the room, clapping and shouting. In their midst fwas one of the sweetest, danti- est little damsels of France. .She was about seven years old but small and chubby for her age. Her hair curled in little dark ringlets about a. rosy, dimpled face and her black eyes sparkled with that free child laughter. To the hungry, homesick men about her, little Annette or Bebe, as she was called, was a bit of memory of home and loved ones. As the tiny little feet pattered a quaint little French dance to the gruff tones of the soldieris voices,'the heart of each of those men beat with love and a little hidden homesickness. But suddenly the circle opened as the child fled into the corner of the room, where a young lad sat, his head in his arms and his back toward the gayety. Bebe tlmidly touched his hand and then tugged at his uniform. The young soldier looked up, and in his eyes was the stricken gaze of a lonely homesick lad. Without a word, but with that rare under- standing Bebe climbed on his knee. A few words passed 'between them and before long the lad's eyes shone with a different light and Bebe once again 'was merry. She jumped down lightly and holding out a. little hand cried- Vous etes mon soldat! Come, my soldier. So the two joined the expectant eager group for just a few moments before iBebe's mamam should come and carry away the bundle of happiness. From that evening on, t'he friendship of Bebe and her soldier, Jimmie, grew into a deep and beautiful love. Jimmie was an object of envy to all the troop. But with her unselfish, understanding little heart this wee soldier of France, lighted the spirits and hopes of the men of the troop. But one day the peace and quiet of Guarde came to an abrupt break. A cannon shot, a bomb, and the little village was in a havoc. The bugle called the men to battle. They came and crept stealthily on the ground shoot- ing into the distance. Jimmie was one of the first to hurry forward. But Bebe terrified, clung to his 'hand and tearfully begged him not to leave her. With a swift move the lad lifted the little form and 'pressed his lips to the tear stained cheeks.- I must go, Bebe-for France, for my country, for you! Don't make lt hard. Wait for me, Bebe, I'm coming back. Good-bye-little sister, goo-d-bye- Almost before he had finished speaking he 'had put the child down. Then with an uplift of his shoulders and a grim forced smile he set out to battle. From the safe shelter of the salon, Bebe watched soldiers valiantly struggling to save Clixterarg Guards. The noise of shots rang in her ears. Time and again the little shoulders shuddered as a bullet hit or almost touched her soldiers. Her eyes rested on Jimmie's manly form, moving slowly ahead with the others. Suddenly she uttered a sharp scream of hor- ror. Jimmie had tottered and dropped to the ground. Fearing to go out, yet unable to see her soldier suffering Bebe paused but a moment, Then with a swi-ft glance at her mother who was looking atxthe struggle, she sllpped noise- lessly out into No-Man's Land. The shreiks of gun and the moans of her dying soldiers made her head twirl and her heart hammer. But she had only one aim. Blindly she groped through dying and wounded until she reached the spot where Jimmie lay. With trembling hand she touched him. Jimmie, wake up-mon soldat, wake up! The white face was motionless, the eyes closed, and the mouth set in a grim line of pain. With tears trick- ling freely down her cheeks, t'he child seized his arm. With all the strength in her little body she tugged and pulled, sobbing his name aloud in terror and fear. Suddenly he moved restlessly, his eyelids quivered and his lips formed t'he one word- Bebe, Jimmie, wake up! she implored. But once alg-ain the lad 'was still. With a wild terror-stricken gaze in her black eyes, her head swimming, Bebe stood gazing about. Then her eyes fell upon a man's figure not far away. With a child's scream she rushed forward. On through the maze of bodies, through the screech of weapons, went. She staggered and fell, only to get up and go on again. Once a. bullet grazed the skin on her arm by its nearness. Then a face loomed large before her, t'There, she panted, pointing toward Jimmie, Help,-Jimmie, oh please, please help, monsieur, Jimmie- my soldier. The child exausted, fainted and fell in a lifeless 'heap at the feet of the soldier. What happened after that needs but little recounting. Brave little -Bebe was borne away to the salon to a frantic mother. Before long Jimmie, too, was brought to the -shelter. That night a tired but happy child was brought to the side of a wounded, yet smiling Jimmie. Without a. word he clasped Bebe to him and in that embrace was all the love and thanks of a brave lad's heart. lBebe nestled to him and murmured happily, - Always-Bebe's soldier. -Ethel Myers PRAYER To-night I feel lonesome and lonely: The world to me seems bare, From the depths of my heart there comes softly The words of a 'Silent Prayer. . ANSWER To-night I feel happy and cheeryg 'The world to me seems fair. From the depths of my heart there comes softly The thanks for an answered prayer.