Hermon DeKalb Central School - Demon Yearbook (De Kalb Junction, NY)

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HIGHLIGHTS ON THE SENIORS FERN CONKLIN------ A girl sincere, a friend in need, This is true of Fern indeed. HENRIETTA GORE------ Here’s a girl with a sense of humor— Who'd ever say ’twas idle rumor? PHYLLIS GORE------ Here's to the lass of all our hearts, No girl more missed when she departs. SARAH HARDY------- Silent, quiet all the while, Observe that Mona Lisa smile. AGNES JONES------- Oh, such pretty snapping eyes.’ Our question— What behind them lies? MORRIS JONES------ A gentleman of sound repute A fact that none of us dispute. FLORENCE McINTYRE------ In all your travels you'll not find A girl more sweet, a girl more kind. FRANCES MORROW------ Frances' subtle charm Makes farmers leave the farm. ELLEN NEWVINE------- Her seriousness is quite deceiving But when she smiles—ah, that's relieving. CARL RIPLEY—----- Rah.' Rahi for the B. B. star Who shoots those baskets near and far.

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Fern Conklin, Sarah Hardy, Henrietta Gore, Phyllis Gore, Agnes Jones, Morris Jones, Florence McIntyre, Robert McLeod, Frances Morrow, Ellen Nemrine, Carl Ripley, Miss Eleanor Mayo, class advisor. J

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CLASS WILL Esteemed Company of Witnesses: The Senior Class has felt for some time that its demise was near; we have felt that school was beginning to disagree with us and that the members of the faculty had conspired to accom- plish the death of the most astonishingly bril- iant class the walls of Richville High School and the teachers thereof have ever frowned upon. The bitter doses of lessons that we have taken with daily regularity have hastened rather than prolonged our class demise. We now publish to you the last will and testament of the Senior Class of 1937» I We do hereby appoint and charge June Gardner, the lawful custodian of the class funds, to faithfully attend to looking up the numerous bills we owe and to settle all accounts of the departing class. II To the members of our beloved faculty, who look upon our demise with smiles of joy, we leave a large amount of sympathy for their depressing attempts to pound knowledge into our craniums. In addition to that we bequeath to them our regrets that their work with us was so barren of results—we leave them, but we don't leave them much.1 Ill To the Junior Class, as our rightful and worthy successors, we leave: a. The new seats. Occupy them, but do not try to fill them. b. Our senior dignity. May they uphold it with becoming seriousness, endeavoring to over- come their usual hair-brained and frivolous flippancy. c. Our honored positions as models for the