Mynderse Academy - Myndersian Yearbook (Seneca Falls, NY)

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M argaret McCarthy “Marg We may describe Margaret as quite the airiest little lady the sun has ever shone on. Margaret likes the gay side of life. Not even Regents can dampen her enthusiasm for fun. We hope that her optimism will always be on hand, and that life will hold nothing but joy for her. Audria Patterson Audria lives on the other side of the great lake Cayuga. There has been only one draw back to her education at Myndersc- her train’s tendency to sloth and idleness. She could write a book on the joys of commuting, but she disclaims any literary intentions. She admits, however, that she may become a nurse. Rosetta Thomas “Roses “Roses” is her name, and a rose indeed she is, tall and slender, but with no prickly thorns. How we would miss her “Hello, you,” and the smile that accompanied it. Good luck to you, “Roses.” Our wish for you is that you’ll always be successful with the same ease that marked you as the invincible forward of 25’s team. Page 20

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The following students expect to join the Class of Nineteen Twenty-Five in June: Ella Bookman “Bookie This is Bookie the versatile. It makes no difference whether its athletics, refreshments, decorations, or poetry that demands talent. Bookie can furnish it. Dorothy Brown Dot “Dot” is a dainty little miss. Those brown orbs have set many a heart a-flutter and will probably continue to do so. Here’s a wish for her success from the many members of the Senior Class. William Dunham Bill Don’t overlook Bill, please. He’s the “representative boy,” the kind Booth Tarkington writes about. When Bill gets to heaven and sees Miss O’Brien through the golden gate, he’ll ask St. Peter if he may return for his English dictation, for Bill is a creature of habits—(Ask Bill). Cornelia Fegley Connie What’s the matter with Connie? She's all right. She’s one of the belles of the Senior Class and a friend of everyone in school. We wonder where Connie gets all her ideas for good times. She seems to be happiest when planning some revelry. Nineteen Twenty-five parts from her with regret, but with the best of wishes for her future success. Page 9

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Class History Listen, my children, and you shall hear of a group of folk who, lar from celestial in thought or inclination, entered the sacred precincts of Mynderse .Academy in the year 1921. They came as Freshmen, and they rejoiced that this was so. Ah, many years remained for untold acts of joyous expression, not repression. Why repress? Let pandemonium reign! But there must be a king in this jolly little kingdom. So they cast about for one, and found him. They installed Herman Tennant upon a regal throne. His subjects cast dust into their eyes, the dust of happiness. They danced, sang, and laughed the joyous hours away. Study ? 11 did not come in the regular schedule of life, only in the school schedule, and what was that!—Thus passed the first year, light-footed and gay. Know you that they represented themselves by the colors orchid and silver. It was a happy choice. As sophomores they once more sought for a leader, and chose the queenly Dora. She was fair and earnest. They liked her. Dora Clary became the idol of that fickle mob. Eagerly then they fretted for something tangible to do, something that would furnish fun and show their wit. Presto! They had a Christmas party in the gym. They arrayed those newly planed boards with decorations gay. They cast red splashes on astonished white and christened them the class colors. The party waxed merry, truly. A nonsensical shadow play was given, and Bob Follette endeared herself to the hearts of the Sophs by her gay rendition of “Don’t Bring Me Flowers When It’s Shoeses that I Need.” Then Horace Knight as Santa Claus jingled merrily in, and each Soph received his or her present. (By the way, 1 got a monkey on a string and knew not how to take it, as flattering or otherwise.) After a final fling at dancing, the Sophs called it a night and went home to dream—of nothing in particular. Why waste energy that way? The party over, the Sophs became restless again and went in for athletics. Field Day came in all its splendor. A breathlessly interested crowd attended, and the Sophs were out in full regalia. Harvey Dutcher, their cheer leader, won half the battle by his persevering yells and contortionist’s antics. On that eventful day the Sophs swept on to victory and won a silver cup as reward. Thus ended the second year, with rejoicing. The Juniors assembled for their third year. A bit more sober were they, bui not one whit less bright. Quickly Herman was again made king and all were merry. A Hallowe’en party started the tun. There was mystery and spookiness in that affair. Everyone felt it. Witches, elves and sprites entered into the merry-making, and continued to romp long after the party was over. Never before was such a time, and never again will be! That year may it be said, the Juniors truly studied a bit, but studying grew boresome. I hey again threw off restraint—it chafed—and eagerly made preparations for a Junior play. On that night of nights that the “Dangerous Experiment” was given, the Juniors found renown. Charlie Wessell proved to be a great find, a true comedian. Who can forget Herman as the woman in scarlet? After the play which was an undoubted success, the orchestra struck up, and the dance was on. Followed an interim of comparative quiet, interspersed with scattered parties. Then came, oh say it breathlessly with just the right amount of awe, the Junior Prom. What glorious planning was then in order! What topsy-turvy delight, even in thinking of it! Dancing, music, punch! Under the shifting lights as merry a crowd as ever I hoped to see, and the glory—the glory of being a Junior! Days rushed by. Now came Field Day with its multitudes, its dust, and its tension. I hat cup, that glorious silver symbol, passed once more into our hands. Our class had made good! Then summer. Now we are Seniors, and dignified, according to popular tradition. That is why we have chosen Horace Knight as our sob;r representative. Under his tutelage, and that of Miss O’Brien, who has always been our class advisor and friend, we have produced three stupendous social successes;—s ailver tea, the .Senior Play, and the Senior Ball. Now our term is drawing to a close, but before I end the story of our bright meteoric reign in Mynderse, there is one more thing just shouting tor mention, so 1 shall put it here where you all may read. Tis so very importart—Year Book, make your bow! We’ve put our best in you, but we know you’re worth it. We, the class of 1925, were the first to appreciate your true worth, and beauty. Hail! Long may you live, for in you we live also! Page 21 Historian—E. M., ’25.