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

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Page Twelve TH E R E D A N D B L A C K . Commencement Number Lastly, I hereby appoint Coach Beebe, executor of this, our Last Will and Testament, hereby revoking all former wills, by us made. In Witness Whereof, I have hereunto subscribed my name, the day, May twenty-sixth in the year Nineteen Hundred and Twenty Seven. Thomas O'Mealia Class Song We Seniors stand a mighty class, The greatest that has come to pass, We've struggled on through ceaseless effort Making ourselves a worthy record. For four long years We've held this strife And planned for success all thru lifeg We've treated all with our kindness And showed to 'them their mental blindness. We've tried to do that which is right And leave the records of being bright, We've all surpassed in light and wit, For future life we should be fltg We leave examples for the rest, All showing that we have done our best, Whatever work we try to do, Our perseverance will help us through. We won't forget the hours of joy We spent inhigh school in Le Roy, For well we know that this our school Has taught to each one many a rule. Soon we will step out in the world With wings of knowledge all unfurled, Our future plans we can't foretell, But bid you all a sad farewell. Charles Bater Class Prophecy-1927 It is 1950. I am here in India, the scene of my life work. For 25 years my school of the occult sciences has been in operation. I am old and gray and a little weary, but the years have not been vain, for at last my success is assured. I have perfected the television of J. L. Baird, until now, time and space are obliterated and I can, by the click of this metal button, recreate the past, delve into the future, make the far near, and both see and hear things many miles away. Oh! To bring back some of my old acquaint- ances of the days in dear old L. H. S. where we had such good times. To know what they are all doing in their life work. But why not? Would it not be possible to bring back their faces to my memory and learn in what they are all 0CCl1Died, as long as I have here the means of doing so? Click-Click-click-Those faces, could ever I forget them? Nor could anyone forget their voices having once heard them. They still seem to be using them to full advantage after all these years. They are none less than the person- ages of Thomas O'Mealia, Lewis O'Shea and Ellsworth Waldron, but they do not seem to be personages any more. Look what they are doing! Why, this is the lobby of the Benjamin Franklin Hotel in Philadelphia, where we stayed on that memorable trip of our class in 1927, and they are porters, carrying people's baggage to and fro and making themselves generally useful. Click-Click-A luxurious ofhce in a large business block in New York City and how familiar that face bending over those books. The glasses do not seem quite fitted for the face. Of course, it is Margaret S. Jones and she has be- come a famous woman lawyer. But who is that bringing in the mail, seemingly an oflice-assistant. Surely it is John Verney. What a come-down from being a prosperous farm- er. Click-Click-Click-This appears to be a high-class school for the training of deaf-mutes, and who is that in the ofdce? Apparently the official heads. Certainly it can't beg but it is, Marian Clarke and Eugene Morris. Who could expect them to be separated for very long? I am glad they are still together. And they have attendants helping them Whom I recognize as Lawrence Clapp, Ray Ewell and Ambrose Lapp. Click-Click-Hundreds of chickens! It is a huge chick- en farm and there is Erma McColl, still looking young, in spite of her age, and in farm attire, who must be the pro- prietress. Without doubt, that is Marguerite Hoy, and Mild- red Heffer over by one of the chicken houses, and are her helpers. Erma and Marguerite are putting their experiences which they gained in the Senior Play to some use. But that looks like an aeroplane landing over there in that field. Sure enough, and who is climbing out? Roy Bater the pilot, and beside him as the mechanic, his illustrious nephew Charles Bater. The supplies must be transported for the farm by aeroplane. Click-That song! How many times one heard it back in '27. Where do you worka John? This looks like the Erie Railroad and if I am not mistaken that is John Mur- dock in very tattered, dirty clothes with a pick and shovel, and beside him his side-kick, Robert Taylor, likewise, dirty and tattered. That voice! Hey there, suren ya better be after gettin ta work! Francis Tully is section-boss, upon my word. And over there by the mess-house, adorned with a very jaunty, though somewhat dirty chef's cap is Charles Panepento as chief cook and bottle washer. Click-Click-Click-Cats, cats, cats,-yellow cats, black cats, white cats, varigated, short-tailed, long-tailed, no tails at all. A farm for stray cats upon my word! And that woman in the long black dress drinking tea? Why! Lucille O'Shea, a typical old maid and there is her parrot. But where, oh where is Edward Murray? Everyone considered that affair settled. He is nowhere to be seen, but there is Gertrude Graney, likewise in a long, old-fashioned dress, and her hair in a tight knot at the back of her neck, fit is really long at lastl, doing up an injured cat's leg. What next! ! Click-Click-Before me a fair-sized circus grounds in a small, one-horse town for a few days engagement. What noise! That voice above the rest sounds familiar. There he is, the owner of the voice, way up high, also a very high hat, as a barker for a side show-Isadore Basso. I would love to take a peek inside. There, they have opened the flaps of the large tent. That face, but not that figure, have I seen

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Commencement Number T I1 E R E D A N D D L A C K Page Eleven is the largest class ever graduated from Le Roy high school. Soon after this organization, the famous Senior-Junior battles took place. On a sunny, Monday afternoon in Feb- ruary, the Senior and Junior boys met on the athletic field to combat in the Hag rush. Well, there isn't any use in going into detail for, of course, the Seniors came out on the top. The following day the gymn was filled with spectators who viewed the war between the Senior and Junior girls who were branded each with their own colors. Once again the Seniors overwhelmed the Juniors with their speed and strength. If you have attended any of the football or basket-ball games this past season, you noticed that nearly all the players were Seniors. It was Louie O'Shea, Miller Boldt, Gerald Caswell, Tommie O'Mealia and Chuck Waldron tall Seniors? who won that glorious Le Roy-Ba- tavia basket-ball game, dont forget that. About this time, ithe 24th and 25th of February to be exactl this group of Seniors presented their Senior play, Adam and Eva. With Bob Taylor and Erma McColl as hero and heorine and eight other characters, the play was a success in all lines, especially financially. Still ambitious to earn more money, the Seniors with the help of their mothers and friends conducted four or five baked-goods sales adding considerable weight to the treasury. I might mention that one of these Seniors was so ambitious that he conducted a baked goods sale all by himself one Saturday morning and made 54.00 for his class. Then, on a never-to-Ice-forgotten Friday, April 15, 36 Seniors left North Le Roy for a week's sojourn at Wash- ington, Philadelphia, and Atlantic City. Again I am re- minded of the length of time that I am allowed so I cannot tell you much of this week of good-fellowship, jollity, and education. Just let me say, though, that with the help of the Japanese cherry blossoms AND OTHER THINGS the romances of L. H. S. GREW. Oh you know them all- Grandma and Herb, Tiol and Gert and Chuck, Tiel and Kennie and so on. Even though Deb Ellison had a ride with the house tee in the elevator in the wee hours of the morning and Gert Graney had her curls washed down the court by sticking her head out of the hotel window to yoo-hoo to some newly acquired friend, and even though Roy Bater couldn't stoop low enough to see all the minatures. In spite of all these happenings, everyone had a glorious time laughing at their own and other people's jokes. And so these seekers of knowledge who strive to carry out their motto, Esse quam videre fTo be rather than to seem to bel and equipped with their class flower, the red rose, will soon be leaving their Alma Mater to go out into the world and make their fortune. If you wish to follow further the history of this class of '27, we advise you, during the next 25 years to watch the annals of achievement in science, invention, art, music, and home-making for, I assure you, we intend to continue as makers of history. -Dorothy Brooks Class Will We, the Class of 1927, Le Roy High School, in the County of Genesee, and the State of New York, being of unusually sound mind and excellent memory, because we feel we are about to breathe our last in this beloved High School, do make, publish, and disclose, this our last Will and Testament, in the manner following, that is to say: Prov I: To the faculty and our honored principal, who we're so lucky to have us with them, we have the following: Sec. I. Our greatest thanks and appreciation for this undying efforts in our behalf. We also congratulate them on having so successfully pulled the dull Juniors up to third year high school. Sec. II. To Miss Hartly, we leave a gross of stamped envelopes on condition that she refund all money which she knocked down by selling stamped envelopes at the rate of two for ten. Prov. II. To the Janitors, we leave the following: See. I. To George Brandt. we leave the very latest wheel chair equipped with vacuum cleaner, balloon tires and rumble seat in which to carry the waste paper basket. All traffic regulations should be obeyed. Keep to the right. Sec. II. To Bill Shamp, we leave the Whippet Sales and Service Corporation of Jug City. Mr. Shamp says his Whippet is not track sour. Prov. III To the Juniors, last and least, we leave the following: Sec. I. Many vacant places of honor which the Seniors have occupied, and a bottle of liniment to heal the bruises they will acquire from hanging around in places much too large for them. Sec. II. The Sophomore Class, to overwhelm you in the same manner in which we so unmercifully mauled you dur- ing our class fights. Sec. III A party for all Junior boys so they may invite their pant legs dawn. There will be nothing formal about the affair. Sec. IV Athletic teams, which would not have existed without the Seniors, to be rebuilt to uphold the honor of the school. Sec. V To Mason Bradley, we leave a pair of sheep shears to cut off that mop of wool on his head also mem- bership to the Phi Stroppa Razor Fraternity, one of the great social clubs of Bailey's Mills, to which Mason never belonged. Sec. VI To Clay and Chuck Ingles, we leave some music so they as well as their audience, if they ever had one, will know what they are playing. Sec. VII To Razor McMahon, we leave a sporting review of the past three centuries so he may learn some- thing of what is going on in the sport world. Sec. VIII To Ed Howard, we leave one of Jeary's mules in order that Ed may hear another mule laugh. See. IX For President Curtis, we have chartered the Children's health camp where he and his numsculls may play fox and geese during the summer months. Sec. X Pete Sellers, the Silvertone tenor, as captain and left out, on Coach Lawrence's Glee Club. Sec. XI To Alfred Decker, we leave a hole in the ground, where he may wear out his vocal chords without dsturbing wild animals. Sec. XII To Anthony Schimley, we leave a glass case in which to put his wooden baseball arm which is to be sent to Smithsonian Institute.

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Commencement Number TH E R E D A N D B L A C K Page Thirteen parading study-hall back in '27, Ellsworth Wilson, not as the fat man, but as the living skeleton. How did he reduce? I would like to get in touch with him. That tight-rope walker reminds me of Marian Waldron, and it is she-minus glasses. Over in the corner the strong-man practicing by lifting the 900 pound fat-lady, is none less than Paul Lynch. Paul must have eaten five meals a day to acquire such strength. I do not recognize the fat-lady. Yes, I do too! It is Bertha Stakel, but such a changed Bertha. Click-Click-'Ihis scene is rather blurred. Perhaps there is something wrong with my machine. There, that is better. Why, they are making pictures at Hollywood. A desert scene is being fihned, and that fat director in the white knickers bellowing through the megaphone is really and truly our old class President, Richard White. I thought he would be a college president some fine day. The heroine, in a very picturesque Arabian costume is Elizabeth Allen and the hero, in a sheik outfit-knickers, cape flying in the wind is Edward Murray. Oh, if Lucille O'Shea could only see him now. That maid fluttering about the heroine, fixing her make-up here and there, looks like Marian Cass. And that villainous-looking, black-moustached, sleek person is undoubtedly Gerald Caswell. One would hardly recognize him for he has grown so tall and his hair has grown so very dark, or is it dyed? The latter I imagine. Click-Click-Waves rolling in on a sandy shore and horse-back riders trotting up and down along the water's edge. Why certainly this is Atlantic City, the never-to-be forgotten place which our class visited on the trip. And, of all things, Kenneth Michel has become a riding in- structor here. Yes, he did enjoy himself immensely when we were in Atlantic City, and expressed his desire to go back and ride along the shore again some day. Thomas O'Mealia and Ellsworth Waldron likewise expressed the same desire, but evidently the lameness was too much for them, so they chose other occupations. Click-A very gorgeously illumined stage and a very beautifully, though somewhat scantily clad chorus, in one of the latest dance steps. I am positive I have seen the blonde in the second row before. Of course, in spite of grease and paint and some-what aged face, I recognize Ruth Brown. She certainly has kept her youth, but I recall hav- ing heard her say back in '27, she would like to be a chorus girl. The curtain is dropping and it again rises revealing two actors, with the baggy trousers, derby and so forth, of a true comedian. They are none less than James Gordon and Delbert Ellison, the tall and short of it. Click-Click-Click-Certainly, this is a scene in old Venice across the water, and that interesting-looking, beau- tiful building with its gallery extending over the water is very enchanting. Leaning over the railing, in picturesque Venetian clothes, are a man and woman. Dorothy Brooks I am positive, and no doubt the romantic arch-duke with whom she eloped. Something of that was mentioned in a letter, seems to me. There, a gondola is drifting past on black, still Water and a gondolier's song Hoats over the water. Hardly recognized in Venetian gondolier's clothing, but unmistakeably Williard Pullyblank. Click-A scene back in the U. S. and actually near my old home-towng the place looks like Avon. A new depart- ment store, everything from tacks to trombones, has sprung up on a corner. Two men are standing in the door-way, and look very much like Miller Boldt and Freeman Elling- ham. We wonder why they chose Avon as the home for their thriving business? Oh yes, no doubt there was some inspiration there in the persons of two females, Murphy and Evans by name. Click-A large factory-like place with the inscription Boat1ield, Christner, and Ripton, Inc.-Famous Beverages, in huge lettering above it. So Beth Boatfleld, Rita Christ- ner, and Monica Ripton have become business women. That' right, they did make the punch for the Senior Ball in L. H. S. in '2'7. Click-Click-This is a small-town high school and the Biology class seems to be out catching butterflies. Yes, there is the teacher fzawling around with a net in her hand. Goodness, it is Catherine Wilcox and her mind has turned to the collection of rare species of insects. The physical training class also seems to be for an airing, and that in- structor is John Fortig I am certain. They must be infected with spring fever for there is part of a class hanging from windows. I am sure it is a History class as they all look rather be-foggedg yes, I am positive it isg for there is Mary Langan, the teacher calling them to order. Mary was very fond of History in L. H. S. American especially. The grave, very much dreaded place called the office, and the prin- cipal likewise seems to have a touch of spring fever as he is leaning out the window. He has turned around and this personagc is Bradley Kingdon, to be sure. His secretary is Florence Cassamise. Click-Click-It is Saturday night in some small town, for there are the madly rushing, crowding, pushing, frenzied Saturday nighters all trying to find a place to park on Mxin street. Music rises above the noise. Oh, there is a group of Salvation Army workers on one corner and among them the two Agnesses -Agnes Gibson and Agnes Culllngs -Although Agnes Gibson had wished to be a nurse, she has joined just as worthy a cause. My senses are numb from seeing and hearing so many old friends whom I never expected to see or hear of again, and the air waves must also be very worn from transmitting so much to me this evening. But I am willing to give up, now that I have satisfied my yearning for some remem- brances of old-times. Did I say I was satisfied? I am not entirely for: In those good old school days, Which were the happiest' and best, There are things I'll always remember When I've forgotten all the rest: There was fun and Work and classmates too And everything that was good and true, But now let me sit and dream for a time Of one whom we cherished and thought so fine, And will always within each loyal heart Hold a place set apart-for Miss Connor. L. Smith.