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

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Page Fourteen THE RED AND BLACK ' Commencement Number 'Member the time Thought could play Class Poem We went Football, pushing To Batavia Everybody Chi1dh00d'S days HOW Pass before US' on the om Erie All over the Held. Scenes and pleasures now gone by, In 1924 And listen Like a dream they hover o'er us And We beat Sh-h-h-h Calm and bright as noon-day sky, Then we know no shade or sorrow, Then our hearts were proud and free, May our lives and work tomorrow Best complete this harmony. There comes a time to everyone When skies are blue: When all things glow beneath the sun With rosy hue, When nature sings a merry lay And all the world looks glad and gay, While strewn with roses is the way We wander through. There comes a time, another time When skies are grayg When llfe's steep road is hard to climb To our dismayg When friendly hearts grow hard and cold, When joys once young grow pale and old, And life for us doth nothing hold Of hope's bright ray. Then harken! Le Roy's daughters, sons To wisdom's voice, Through sun and storm life's highway runs. We have no choice, Think, when your skies are clouded o'er How bright the world has been before, How bright t'wil1 surely be once more, In hope rejoice. Our Alma Mater's tender care And wisdom deep Has filled our hearts with courage rare To mount each steep, And in the coming strenuous years We'1l cast aside all foolish fearsf- And be life filled with smiles or tears Our faith we'll keep. -Francis Tully - ...l,.- 'Member Well, folks It won't be long now Before The Senior class Of '27 Will be making its mark In the world. if 4' 41 41 ak wk As we look back Over The many years We have been in high school It kinda Makes us laugh When we recall some Of the things That have happened. 42 :lr Sk if lk Maybe They didn't seem So funny Then but As a matter of fact They were more Or less Serious. Them in football 18 to 0? 'Member How excited We were And how glad We were That old L. H. S. Won? 'Member How we all Yelled and hollered When we came from the game To our train And All the fun we had coming home Singing and eating doughnuts Sold by the Red da Black ? 'MEMBER? S Ik lk If lk ll Then there was the time that Wee Carlo was mascot Of The baseball team In 1924. The fellows On the team Will remember how We used to stuff him full Of ice cream cones, pop, Candy and popcorn fritters Until He almost busted. The fellows always seemed Kinda disappointed cause No matter How much you fed him He never Seemed to grow Any higher. if if ill if lk li And do you also 'Member The players On last years Football team? 'Member Fat Wilson And How funny he looked When he got mad? Huh? Then there was John Verny Whom nobody ever 'Member when All the guys Went on A rampage last fall The week Of the Batavia Game ? And how they broke All Rules and regulations By skipping school And celebrating On Main street 'MEMBER when these Same fellows Held A snake dance On Main street And tore Through the Bank Of Le Roy And the Postofflce And the poolroom And nmnerous Other places And then Went Down to the Gazette On Bank street And showed Their appreciation For their staunch Supporter, Mr. Perkins? Huh? We could 'Member A lot more Concerning This incident But our memory Fails us. ll Ill l ll K We know You will not forget The various members Of our class And The things They have done For our school. ll' F 1 lk li How can we forget Dick White With

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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.

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Commencement Number THE RED AND BLACK' PageF1fteen His shining morning face Wending his'way To school With his books Under one arm And A lot of weighty problems On his mind. We all will 'member How well he guided Us, and How much we accomplished Under His direction. ' Q R l 1 I 1 And Wart Tully- Every freshmanb Hope and Ideal. We never had a truer Sport than Watt And We hope many boys In L. H. S. Will follow In His footsteps. I 0 I t lk 41 How can We ever forget The Utweeker Gang Of which Lewie O'Shea was President, Tommy O'Melia, Vice Pres., And Ellsworth Waldron, janitor. What FOUR-L. H. S. They didn't hatch up Wa.sn't worth Hatching. 8 l 1 1 11 1 Then there was Our two Hardboiled football Players Kennie Michaels' And Raymond Dugan. Between the two Of them They made Jack Dempsey And Tuney Look like The last rdse of summer 'Member how Hard They hit the line And the team Work They had? 41 1 ll lk all it Then there was Izzy Basso and Bob Taylor and Jim Gordon and All the rest of the gang. if tl ll ll t 4 'Member Our Senior Cheer leader, Charlie Bater, And how He was always Ready to do his bit. The school will seem Awfully dull without Charlie around With His purple shirt And orange tie And green socks. Charlie always was An original guy And we liked him for It. In short Charlie was A riot Of color. lk 8 tr if It Well, I guess I can't 'member Any more Just now Only, 'Member our Old friend and stand-by Julia Connor iformal-Miss Connorb Who was always Wanting One minute in which To take Roll call. We often wonder If she ever got It, and If not, If she ever mill. We will always 'MEMBER Miss Connor as One of the Best pals We ever Had. What ITIOTB C0llld 0118 ask. ilnls. p. s.-'Member Carl C. Countryman and also the Fellow who Dramatized Shakespeare. A School Paper A school paper is a great invention, The school gets all the fame, The printer all the money, The staff gets all the blame. We editors may toil and workg And work and toil some more: There's always some poor ? to say I've heard that joke before. Appreciation Some people in this good old town Appreciate our work and cares: And give us cuts and lines to print To advertise their wares. They do it to help along, And keep us free from debtg We never will forget them, Who gave these lines to set. And in the future, brothers, We'll not neglect the trust: But try to do to others As we'd have them do to us. Your Life Life is like unto a ilower 'I'hat, shrinking from the blasting storm Fearfully awaits the dreaded hour When all the world its death shall mourn: Or 'neath the Sun's inspiring rays, Shall lift all hearts in songs of praise. Just so by good and noble deeds, Your life a torch that all men leads. But, if wicked, sordid, life has been, Oblivion's prison shuts you in. So make the most of God's great gift Avoid the base and love the true And when the darkening shadows lift, There will be a high reward for you. -J. E. M 27 Senior's Song fTune of Prisoners Song? Oh I wish I were now a freshman To begin all over again. I would enter all sports and studies And be a success in the end.