Mayville Central High School - Pacemaker Yearbook (Mayville, NY)

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THE PACEMAKER 1942 HISTORY OF CLASS OF '42 Read at Class Night Exercises May 22, 1942 Hello. world. I know you are not going to be content to listen to a whole volume of history being read to you over the radio. You would either snap off the set or tune in on W.L.S. for an old barn dance, or some- thing of the kind. Nor can I blame you. I would do the same thing. History is a fascinating thing, however, because it is living. Each day is but another page in the history of the world, and each minute sees new history written. The progress of man sweeps along, impeded at times by wars and depressions, but the onward march is ever apparent. All of us cannot be written about in the history of the world. The space is too limited. Only a few great figures can be etched with anything like fullness. The world must have its Alexanders. its Caesars, its Na- poleons, its Lincolns and its Lees. But each of us in the great roll book of the Eternal Historian has a page upon which is written our contribu- tions to human happiness and the progress of civilization. So tonight, as Historian of the Class of 1942, I pause for a moment to dip with colorful imagination into the future and prophesy wonderful history for this class when the Eternal Historian has closed the pages allotted to it. For the past four years the history of this class has been a succession of happenings of interest mostly to this class only. In 1938 the class entered High School with 42 members. We were an awe-strickened group indeed when on that September morning we first enrolled in the study hall under the supervision of Miss Goth and Mr. Meyers. Freshmen we were called, and we felt it every inch. To be out of the grammar grades exhilarated us, and we soon learned our way about. At last we had reached high school. What visions of privilege and power it conjured up l Our freshman days were short lived and were concluded by a memor- able picnic at Midway Park. Before the storm that broke late in the afternoon, tandem bicycle riding was enjoyed by several certain members of the class. Roller skating and swimming occupied the rest of the day. Soon we found ourselves in the Sophomore rooms with Miss Leonard and Mr. Vere our advisors. We began to awaken and react to the new things about us even in the turmoil of the construction of our new building. This year ended without a picnic for something went wrong with our prep- arations and as a result each spent the picnic day alone. Then into the Junior Class under the watchful eye of Miss LaRocque. Ah, how near we seemed to be to graduation l Some of our members had dropped from our rolls by this time. The most important extra-curricular event of our Junior year was the Prom. How grown up we girls felt in our formals ! And the boys actually had ties on ! We all were so dressed up and on our best behavior, we almost seemed strangers to one another. However, that feeling gradually wore off and we had a very enjoyable time. We are proud to say we are the first class in many years to make a mentionable profit on our Prom. This year we all enjoyed our picnic at Hannum's Gulf. We made up for two years. Some of us went in swimming, some wading, among the latter Miss LaRocque, we killed a snake, Gail Parker caught many polly- wogs in her shoes while last year's seniors lurked around the bend seeking moments to disrupt our fun. This year found us here again together. Our Hallowe'en Social was the first and only financial success of the year.

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l942 THE PACEMAKER Autumn Sliter . . . Slitz . . Fountain- ette . . Library Club President . . eating . . writing letters . . boy friends . . army. Joe . . chubby . . Chautauqua . . cafe- teria . Library Club . . roller skating . . 1 Brocton '40 . . brown eyes. Betty Yuncker . . . Allen Smith . . . F F A . . Ag . Pleasantville .... quiet . . plaid shirts . . . E. N. Eleanor Yuncker- Tony . . . roller skating . . flirting . . brown eyes . . Broc- ton '40. . CAN YOU IMAGINE? . Julius Dudley-a perfect little angel answer Gail Parker-with a soprano voice Lorraine Pope-not knowing the right William Cross-with small ears Donald Carlson-missing a show Eleanor Yuncker-not roller skating Martha Haskins-making a noise Harrison Galloway-being rude Charles Anderson-driving a Dodge Autumn Sliter-liking someone her own age Eunice Holcomb-without a joke Allen Smith-a city slicker Robert Johnson-goi ng steady Rebecca Laird-not going steady Betty Yuncker-dieting Robert llodges-minding his own business Bruce Galloway-with a brunette Margaret Renner-twirling a baton Carolyn Fischer-spending a nickel Richard Mead-a movie actor Norman Morton-being ambitious Berdena Leach-with black hair Betty Baker-not liking army boys Laverne Scriven-talking loudly George Arnold-not skipping school Beverly Haskin-without a boy friend LeRoy Shindledecker-taking up smoking Emmett Franklin--without a wisecrack Dorothy Scriven-chasing the boys Walter Acker-being overweight.

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1942 THE PACEMAKER During our Senior year we have had our moments of fun as well as hours of work. Does Mrs. Rider still believe it was a magnifying glass that started the papers afire in Dick Mead's desk, or does she know that sometimes Julius Dudley carries matches? We wonder ! One day Miss White's History C class was made especially memorable to us. We were discussing Theodore Roosevelt's administration. The topic of conversation was Theodore's sending the American fleet around the world. Margaret Renner, whose thoughts were in present time, was dumfounded to think Roosevelt had accomplished such an undertaking and a little puzzled at this announcement asked, Recently ? We have had many such jokes which shall stick by us all. And tonight we stand together once again as one class. My duties as class Historian are over. I have recorded only features that pertain to the life of the class here in school. But tonight also finishes another chapter in the history of the Eternal Historian. Delightful indeed if we could view its chronicles. That being denied, we can only let our imaginations run riot again and hope that when the book is closed with Finis written for the members of this class that records will be recorded there to stand throughout the ages, and may one short line read, They served their fellow man. -By Betty Baker. CLASS WILL Read by Donald Carlson, Te tator, Class Night, May 22, 1942 We, the Class of 1942, being of sound mind and in full possession of our faculties do hereby give, and bequeath our several belongings to the following: To members of our beloved faculty who look upon our going with smiles of joy, we bequeath the satisfaction which comes from duties well per- formed and a peaceful rest from making our graduation a success. We also leave them a large amount of sympathy for their depressing attempts to pound knowledge into our craniums. To members of the Freshman Class, we leave our class picture to look at when the Way seems hard and dull. To the Sophomores we leave our school spirit and pep. We give and bequeath to the Junior Class any stubs of pencils, erasers, or scraps of paper left behind us in the excitement and haste of gathering up our cherished treasures for the last time. May they in some mystic way impart some of our great knowledge to them. Our senior dignity. May they uphold it with all seriousness and dignity and endeavor to realize its vast importance, in spite of their natural light- mindedness and irresponsibility. Our seats in the class rooms. May they fill them as promptly and faith- fully as we have. Our seats in assembly. May they be taken by whosoever is able to grab them first. To Ralph McCullough, the example of all the members of this class. We have proven ourselves able to keep quiet on all occcasions. Sheer num- bers ought to convince and convert Ralph. To Mervin Pickard-Charles Anderson's ability to convince Mrs. Rider of his unerring judgment. To Loretta Spicer-twenty-five cents to buy her a Want Beau Ad in the Mayville Sentinel. To Shirley Meade, advice to the effect that she acquire a cat, by fair meanns r foul, in order that she may have the usual feline company through the coming years of her single unblessedness.