Le Roy Central School - O At Kan Yearbook (Le Roy, NY)

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Commencement Number T H E R E D A N D B L A C K Page Fifteen Senior Crazy Day May 14. 1926 the Seniors had their Crazy Day. All in the Hall - Big Parude - Bally-hoo Man d Candy Kids - Senior tlmo1etto 4 Why 'Boys Leave Home - The Racketeersf' Junior Day The .luniors followed hot i11 pursuit May 20. 1926. f'arl U. t'ountryman from l'hicago - Gone a l'ourtin - Professional Dam-ing -and a t'ircus. A Peek into Study Hall in l9Z7 Well. it's just 8:35 a. 111. and I believe I'll take a peek into Study Hall and see what changes there are since 1926. The picture in the front still holds its corner. Yes, and there's the bell on the desk. I wonder if they still forget to take their seats on the hell ! Something is lacking tho'. I wonder what it is. Why. where's Hank Morris and his big grin: and Viola Barker? She surely must be there talking it over with Marian Kettle! What a loss they a-re! Surely Monk XVard is there shooting his eternal line tof girlsl to someone. I wonder what all the com- motion over in that north west corner is. What's that I hear? Bill Bradley and Mary Alice Kellogg have eloped! XVell. well. I always knew something would come from their escapades in Washington. It seems to me that Aggie Boylan ought to be ambling up the aisle about this time. Why. it's one minute to nine and where's Jimt1nie Mc- Guire. Is it possible that he isn't walking ill Study Hall with all his books under his arm? lVell. I want to go to the library so I must leave this familiar, and yet. strange and lacking picture., Dorothy I. Brooks, '27 To l927 Students! Stop! Look! Listen! Do you realize if it hadn't been for the present Seniors the Red and Black would not. be what it is! I,et's give tllelll a vote of thanks. Do you realize also that they will not be here next year and that we. who are Juniors now, will be the ones on whose shoulders the burden will fall? VVe can do it! XVe will do it! Let's go, Juniors! Marian Cass '27 Prizes for Story Contest First-Viola Barker- Tongues of Flame Second-George Barnard- The Annual Meet Third-Floyd Merritt- A Mystery Story Owing to lack of space we have found it necessary to omit a great deal of very good material. We. the staff of the Red and Black wish to thank you, Our Advertisers, Our Faculty, Mr. Perkins. and Hur Vlassmates for the support you've given us this year. and for your help ill making the. Red and Black. for the tirst time i11 its existence. a financial success. Marian Kettle lid. The Red and Black For the sake of those who do not know the history of the Red and Black, we are giving this short account. The paper was founded in 1921 by the pupils of L. H. S. 'llhe Iirst copy was in a newspaper form with eight pages. The rest of that year. it was published monthly in magaxine form. The next two years it was published at Christmas. Easter, and Commencement in the same form and seemed to be greatly enjoyed. At that time. however, the paper was greatly-1 ill debt so a new form less expensive was adopted. In 1924 a small four page newspaper was published monthly. At the end of the year the debt was almost half paid. The same type has been continued this year with the result that the debt is entirely paid and a substantial sum left to begin with next yea1'. Because of the success of the paper. the staff of this year has substituted :l magazine instead of the usual newspaper form for the June issue. Staff. Lost: Our Veteran Pilots The Seniors of 1927 will have to sustain great losses. materially. yet not financially. tAsk any of 'em.J We're going to lose some of our veteran pilots. Seniors of 1926. lltlllyl compliment yourselves yet,-the reference is in an- other direction. These captains of ours have steered us thus far. straight and bravely tvery bravely in fat-tl. and we wish that they might bring us to our goal. Without their cheery smiles and helping hands. we must finish our course in such a way that they may know that they have not labored in vain. tApologies to the Gettysburg Addressl. We oiter them our heantiest thanks and best wishes for success in whatever they may undertake. The Seniors of 1927

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Page Fourteen T H E R E D A N D B L A C K Commencement Number Class Poem of '26 Soar high in ecstacy. thou glorious prye, Leap high in honor. tho11 joyous fire. For you do crown this gladsome day Which marks the end of workful play, This day is great. it will be great, When dusty years shall seal our fate. Our life is made of three great days, Tha day from which. with a mother's praise. We start great Learning's Hill to climb To toil and seek a regal iind. There comes the super-sweetened day When we are armored for life' fray. And then the dim fore-tho't of hour, When death shall check our earthly power. But why to-day should we be sad? When God decrees that we be glad. So revel. comrades. on this second day Forget that we are out of clay. Rejoice that we are 2ll'lll9ll so well That we pushed on, when many fell. I hear the inspiring bugle call, To arms: press o11: we will 11ot fall It is the bngler of our host, Un. comrades. on, retain our post For. in the lead, in gallant robes Doth ride a man of tickle modes. This man, so prominent. in Fate He holds the key to any gate. We'll follow him who passeth forth To where the braves of life resort. Thru' thorn and briar, thru' thick and thin Thru' battle smoke and ghastly din, Thru' sunny. fresh. ethereal climes, Thru' ice and snow, ten thousand times. But he'll lead those who follow well Whose souls were never made to sell. Questions of this leader you propound To which no answers have been found, I tell you that this Man is You Whose breath exists in whate'er You do. William Niccloy '26 Class Will We. the class of 1926, being of sound mind tunusually soundh. on this 21st day of .Iune. in the' year of our Lord, nineteen hundred and twenty-six. having in mind the bet- terment of llunianity. and the advancement of mankind. lalso that oiiher class of beings known as Juniorsi do be- queath all our wealth and personal belongings as follows to wit: Pro. 1 To our principal. Mr. Taylor, and the faculty we leave tlie following: Sec. I Our greatest thanks and everlasting appreciation for their excellent work in our behalf. Sec. II A fund, large enough to enable them to take a much needed and well earned vacation after their strenu- ous task of keeping' up with the class of 1926. Pro. II To the town of Le Roy we leave any amount needed to provide keepers for the Juniors during the facultyfs vacation. l'ro. III To the Junior 'Class we leave the following: I The privilege of adopting the noble name of Seniors. Sec. II, The right to.be of some importance in school affairs. Sec. III The privilege of emerging from their animal' like state, and acting like human beings tif possiblel. Sec. IV The right to domineer over the Junior class of next year. as did their predecessors, the class of 1926. Sec. V The initiative and perseverance of the' class of 1926. Sec. V I To the Junior Boys. we leave all our unused cigar and cigarette butts ffor which they have been so patiently waiting! Sec. VII To the Junior girls, all our unused rouge and powder. See. VIII To Eugene Morris, the leader of the pack we leave a full course of instructions on how to develop louder and faster speech. See. IX To the high and mighty Roy Bater taccent on the high J we leave permission to grow at least another foot. Sec. X To Ellsworth Waldron we leave a skipping rope, with permission to use it for other purposes tsuicide preferred. J Sec. XI To Miller Boldt we leave a one way ticket to Linwood. Pro. IV The remainder of our wealth and prosperity we leave to William Shamp, our friend and janitor, who has been a staunch senior reporter. Sec. I Lastly, we appoint his capable assistant, George Brandt, executor of this our last will and testament, re- voking all others, hitherto made by us. In witness whereof, I hereunto affix my name on this twenty-first day of June, in the year of our Lord, ninteen hundred and twenty-six. Thomas Kenna '26 Commencement Program The following people spoke to-night. gaining their places by scholarship honors: Edward Keenan, Viola Barker. Paul Darby. Marian Kettle. Marian Lloyd and Madeline Mt-Keon. Those winning oratoric-al honors are Marguerite Horgan. James McGuire, and Edward Watts. William Maloy gains his place by literary honors.

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Page Sixteen T H E R E D A N D B L A C K Commencement Number 33333333333 ooooo' 333333 0 O 333335 0 H LITERARY , 6300033300 The Tongues of'Flames ffnrst prize, And thus the strength of the Great One follows us tomorrow. Old Crow finished the legend. Not a sound came from the silent group of Indians, gazing into the distant marsh. Full well they knew the significance of the omen. Ages ago the G-reat Une had promised that this would be his sign of a successful attack. Tl1e tale. handed down thru' hundreds off years ran thus: Many, many moons ago, their ancestors, an insignificant tribe, were de- liberating concerning an attack 011 a neighboring race. According to their religion, supplications and prayers were ohiered. A terrilic storm ensued. Above the confusion, a calm, clear voice. commanding attention, was heard, Lol Behold my omen in yonder swamp. Go forth to battle when you perceive it. You will become a tribe mighty in war and peace. This is the reward of faith. I am the mighty. the benevolent, the God of Fire. With a great flash of lightening. all was still. The Indians. awed by the words, gazed into the swamp. Joyous, they beheld shooting tongues of flames. springing from the marsh. The following day, a successful attack was waged. Guided by the Great One, they made attacks. only after seeing the omen. Truly the prophecy was fulfilled for tl1e tiny group of Indians grew into a powerful tribe. Tonight, sitting around the campfire. they beheld the sign of their God. As the flames shot from the ground, the prophet retold the legend. Tomorrow. they would attack their enemy. A week later, confident. of success and trust- ing the God of Fire, a weary band, with hundreds of scalps dangling from their belts, returned. The Great One had not failed them. I wonder where they ever dug up that fairy tale. Such bunk! scornfully spoke Jack NVE-st. He was the center of a group of youths around eighteen. He was hold- ing a crumpled newspaper under the streetlight to read it more clearly. Bunk is right! Just as if flames could shoot up from a mudhole. Ye gods Z ejaculated Dick Wilson. his chum. I wonder why they ever printed it in the Sun. I dunno! Let's go down town. Nothing doing here, suggested another boy. The old legend forgotten, they moved 011. 1 They were all residents of the city of Blakesvllle. Centuries had passed since the redman had inhabited the place. The white man in his avarice for wealth and land had driven l1im into reservations. The city with a popu- 333333333 lation of twenty-five thousand had sprung up a mile from the remains of the swamp. The Sun , the Blakesville daily paper, had recently reprinted the old legend. It in- cited considerable comment at the time,4then was for- gotten. One night early in June. Jack a11d Dick started for a ride. Excitedly the former yelled, Dick, the swamp! Quick! Ye gods. a tire. Ag tire like that. You're crazy. It looks like tongues of Haines. Tongues of what? Oh the legend. the old Indian omen ! ,Dick looked bewildered. Are we dreaming or what? Jack rubbed his eyes and looked again. Sure enough the Hames were still there. Stepping on the starter. he headed for town. Ten minutes late1'. they had spread the news to the incredulous towns- people. A quarter of an hour later, the entire population was on the edge of the swamp. 'tl don't blame those Indians for being superstitious. It,'s ghostly, spoke Dick. Spooky? Say there is something fishy here, do you know it? Let's try to go out, responded'Jack. In spite of the protests of their elders. they started, followed by a band of the other fellows. Heavens it's muddy, Jack. Dtll1,t I know it? My poor shoes! Think we'll ever make it? Naw, do you? 'tJack, we will have to go back. I suppose so. regretfully. They look the same as they do from the edge. This su1'e is fishy. You mean muddy, don't you '? Q But Jack, pondering, was in no mood for jokes. On their reaching shore. the people gave a sigh of relief. No o11e could explain the phenomenon but all connected it with the legend. Slowly they sauntered, gossiping. back to town. The flames still darted high into the night but the air was damp a11d it was useless to stand and talk. I11 a few minutes. a general cry was heard. All parts of the city re- sounded with police alarms. It was discovered that the bank had been robbed. Shortly, similar reports from half the stores and scores of homes were sent to police head- quarters. The loss was up to hundreds of thousands of dollars. The force, vainly hunting for clues, was bailed.