Mynderse Academy - Myndersian Yearbook (Seneca Falls, NY)

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Grace Van Riper, whose disposition was ever of the placid type, kept a private orphan asylum. In this delightful place, the children played all day, wore their Sunday dresses, and enjoyed ice cream twice a week Lester White, who was always trying with his wise counsel to wake the world up to its possibilities, had attained the high position of political boss. Yes, Lester was the Republican ring-leader, and his convincing lectures were broadcasted throughout United States. Jane Wilson, that flint-hearted Miss with eyes a-twinkle, had at last succumbed to the charms of the popular Flint agent, Maynard Winkle. The years had touched them lightly; even their brown locks showed no ravages of time, for Jane’s study of the subject had enabled her to guard against the terrible disaster of Maynard’s “ever losin’ the hair on the top of his head.” Eleanor Warren had gained renown as an actress. On account of her early success on the stage, she had taken up this profession and was so gifted that she could play any role from that of a gay flapper to the stern grandmother. However, she was always best in the part of the mother-in-law who made life uncomfortable for her daughter’s unhappy husband. Our gifted friend, Eva Messer, was a second Elinor Glyn whose charming novels had admirers all over the world. Her brilliant talent had reaped a fortune, and she now owned so many beautiful establishments in Europe and the United States that one could never be sure where her home really was. Doris V'osburgh, whose interest in sociology had been furthered by the study of that interesting subject, economics, was a valuable member of the social service force on Ellis Island. She said that she hoped to continue in this noble and helpful occupation until the end of her days. That mild young man, Harvey Dutcher, had turned out to be a colossal success as a private detective. His diligent study of Cicero’s disclosure of Cataline’s conspiracy had aided him in his first cases, but he usually followed the tactics of Sherlock Holmes. Elizabeth Dilmore, whose pen was ever ready, was a noted essayist and magazine editor. Her work, flawless, virile, “to the point,” commanded the praise of even the most severe critics. Dora Clary, who loved to study Latin, had become a translator of ancient manuscripts, and from this delving into the classical past, she had brought to light many a long lost treatise. One of them was an essay of Virgil's which had not been seen for a thousand years. Romayne Vigars was the only member of the class not present. He was engaged in digging up Egyptian mummies which were his latest fad. As he had always been an inveterate globe-trotter, this wild-goose chase to northern Egypt surprised no one. As a rule he stayed less than a month in a place, but on this occasion he travelled so far and became so interested in his musty occupation that he never even read our invitation until it was too late to come. Margaret Guion, the fickle-hearted, had taken up aesthetic dancing, and many were the admirers of her airy grace. She had long since decided to live in single blessedness that she might enjoy to the full the numerous suitors who courted her hand. This course, she said, was the safest, because a husband “encumbers one so.” “Bud” Burrell—he prefers that familiar epithet—had won world-applause for his prowess on the baseball diamond. He never played on a defeated team, because, when he was with them, they always won. Babe Ruth was the seventh wonder in the sports world; Bud was the eighth, for he was equally proficient in football and could make as many touchdowns as home runs. Dorothy Brown was an interior decorator whose artistry proved so bewitching that her services were in constant demand. She possessed a large establishment and had “fifty brave men” on her pay-roll. There was also a fifty-first man. This person was not on the list of workmen and was Dorothy’s reason for no longer being called “Miss,” but he took orders just like the rest (so they said). Mary Wood had left her happy home fifteen years before to become a domestic science teacher in the Hawaiian Islands. The little brown children were so delighted with her cooking that she was never at a loss for some one to instruct in the toothsome art, and she was so taken up with her work that this was only her second visit home in all that time. We found that she could play the ukelele charmingly. Oh well, you can’t spend fifteen years just cooking, and Hawaiian moonlight is seductive to music. Audria Patterson had made loads of money by giving swimming lessons to the vast number of people who used to spend the summer camping on the shores of Cayuga Lake. Of course a few of them were naturally “fish,” but Audria had to teach the majority how to use their “fins.” Rosetta Thomas kept a flower farm which became a mass of bewitching bloom at the advent of summer. People came from far and near to admire and purchase her choice blossoms. She was especially famous for her acres of “roses” unrivalled for their size and beauty. Ella Bookman who had elected to make the world laugh, surpassed Sidney Smith as a cartoonist. Serious affairs and funny ones alike, were portrayed by her so cleverly that she was known as the Distillerof Page 23

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Mirth.” I his sounds like a scientific title, hut then “Bookie” studied distillation in Chemistry by which many strange things are accomplished. Margaret McCarthy had married an Austrian Count with a string of names a mile long. I won’t give his name because I cannot spell it. Prior to the war he had invested his fortune in American oil fields. After their marriage he and Margaret returned to his Austrian estates where they remained to devote much of their time and wealth tor the betterment ot the people. Cornelia Fegley kept the smartest modiste shop on Fifth Avenue. All her gowns like Helen’s came straight from Paris; and she, herself, went abroad each year to study Parisian styles and to give her order in person. All the famous actresses frequented Connie’s charming establishment, for the admirable taste, to which her own faultless attire always bore witness, never failed them. And what about William Dunham? He was a staid and solemn clergyman more eccentric than otherwise, for his congregation received the text each Sunday in the form of a cross-word puzzle which thev were obliged to solve. These obnoxious brain-teasers had gone out and come in vogue several times since the Reverend William had first become interested in them back in the twenties, but because they had never lost their fascination tor him, he was called the Cross-word Puzzle Divine. By the time each one had been heard from, it was necessary to scurry away to dress for the banquet which had been arranged for at the hotel. This proved as enjoyable as the theatre party that followed, and it was with infinite regret that I said farewell to the old friends with whom it had been my good fortune to spend a tew more mirthful hours. A little later as I settled down in the sleeper that was swiftly bearing me westward, I watted to the stars a fervent wish that the Fates would spin a future for the Class of ’25 as golden as their past. M. I.. K„ ’25. Junior Class History Oh, where are the Juniors? Why, right here in old Mynderse, where for three years we have been struggling with school books under our arms in order to gain the vast knowledge possessed by our revered superiors, the Seniors of 1925. And next year, the fruits of our labor will be reaped, and we shall be the envied Seniors, whose honors will, of course, greatly surpass those of any other class since the founding of the school. What glories await us studious Juniors! This brilliant group of wide-awake Juniors was organized as Freshmen back in '22 when a very distinguished member of the class, Wayne Reed, whose abilities are remarkably promising, was elected to the dignified office of president. Norman Comisky, who has since very reluctantly left the school, was chosen vice-president; Elizabeth Davis, secretary, and Ellen Medden, treasurer. Green and yellow (pardon us) gold were selected as class colors. During the first year we had a Thanksgiving party, held in the gym, attended by the majority of the class, and a sleigh load, likewise a success. Sophomores! We felt bigger, although probably we weren’t any larger at all. “Bud” Souhan assumed the office left by his predecessor, Wavne Reed, who them became vice-president. Elizabeth Davis undertook the responsibilities of treasurer and Ellen Medden acted as secretary. Purple and gold were chosen as our Sophomore colors. During this year we had a Hallowe'en party which, everyone remembers, some mischief-loving rascals attempted to spoil by scattering about an unforgetable odor. In spite of this daring performance the partv was enjoyed. Later that year, the Basket Ball Girls endeavored to have a sleigh load, but for some unknown reasons, the proposed sleigh ride resulted in a theatre party. Now we are stately Juniors. We elected Wayne Reed again as our president (he positively refuses to hold any other office) and became one more notch wiser and dignified. Emerson Moran has been chosen vice-president and promises to be very efficient in fulfilling his duties. Maynard Winkle is both secretary and treasurer. As a whole, we are a great class, full of “pep” and stick-to-it-iveness. We also shine in athletics. In our Freshman year we won third place in the Field Day track meet and last year we came in second. According to this order of things, we must naturally capture the first and foremost place at the next athletic meet. Having reached this important position in our careers, we have come to this sage conclusion—that the elevator to Success is not running. “Bov1” But, he doesn’t hear us. We must climb the stairs. I. I. B., ’26. Page 25