New Paltz High School - Huguenot Yearbook (New Paltz, NY)

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CLASS PROPHECY In the year nineteen forty-seven I decided to visit my old Alma Mater, New Paltz High School and see my old classmates. I got on the New Paltz bus at Poughkeepsie and discovered that my old friend, Sam Hei mance was the driver. Halfway to New Paltz we ran out of gas. Fortunately, the bus had stopped near a huge gas station. Willie Bayer came walking out in a spic and span uniform. Sam said, “He is the owner of this place.” As we waited, a motorcycle cop, whom I recognized as Howard Pine, tore past chasing Ellsworth Huger, Francis Mosher and John Thoben in a large Packard sedan driven by none other than Frank Martin who always was a fast driver. Howard was forced to delay the boys so that they were late at the eighth reunion of the Future Farmers. When we were again on our way, I inquired about some of my other classmates. Sam told me that John Shreiber now had a very prosperous farm. One of his cows had recently won first prize at the World’s Fair. Joe Krajicek, he said, was a big politician at Washington. At Lloyd, we noticed a large crowd of people gathered together so we stopped to investigate. In the middle was Louis Kiernan perched on a soap box and delivering, with great gusto an oration on the cure of Hay Fever. A short distance away, I spied a Poultry Farm. Remembering that I needed eggs, I hurried over. At the door, I was greeted by Thomas Crispell. Tommy explained, “I kept chickens for awhile but feed became so expensive that I sold the chickens and sought for a new source of eggs. My Electric Egg Laying Machine has solved the problem,” finished Tommy. As I left the farm I noticed three figures on a nearby hill drawing the mountain view. I approached and discovered Stanley Schneider, Grace Davey and Madeline Dayton, clad in smocks and caps and equipped with easles and paint brushes. We lingered for a few minutes and then Sam and I again started homeward. I was overjoyed as we entered New Paltz and bidding Sam goodbye, I got off by the High School. The school brought back many familiar memories and as I strolled dreamily through the halls I bumped into Catherine George. She was dressed in a white uniform and she told me that she was the school nurse. I discovered Lenore Roeltgen teaching dramatics and Dorothy Rose teaching history. Sitting in her private office was June Chambers who was now superintendent of science. June had become very famous, because she had invented pills (which she called “Knowledge Pills”) for every subject. Page twenty-eight

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Section 5—In order to relieve Mr. Wood of his worries, the Senior class presents him with a car load of sneakers so that the gym floor will not be marked up by the students. Section 6—A gift for Mrs. Arras, which may prove to be of great value, is a range finder that she may pick up the beautiful voices among the boys in assembly. Section 7—To Mrs. McKenna we leave a set of bookkeeping records to be used in study hall to keep an accurate time record of all students that check in and out. Section 8—To Miss Caffrey we leave an ever-filling bottle of India ink to be used for her ambitious artists only. Section 9—To Miss Levison we leave our best students and a new set of typewriters in appreciation of her fine work. Section 10—To Miss Kingsley we leave one manequin with a large face and a case of makeup to be used for practice as a makeup expert. (The “Ghost Train” proved her ability, remember??) Section 11—We, the class of ’39, hereby leave Miss Moore a super student who is capable of doing his history home work and know all the right answers the next day besides being alert and generally conscious. ARTICLE III Section 1—To the oncoming Senior class we leave all books in the library and study hall complete with chains and padlocks to keep them from “walking away”. Section 2—For the certain few Sophomores we leave bibs at the drinking fountains to be used when they begin to “dribble” after a long drink. (If the shoe fits put it on). Section 3—To all the clubs and school teams we leave all of the Senior spirit and sincerely hope that the following years bring them all the luck they need, new members, and opportunities to spread good will. We, thus, the Seniors of 1939 do attest and declare that we bequeath all rights and privileges of Seniors to the class of 1940, and say farewell to our Alma Mater. Page twenty-seven

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The student swallowed only one pill and immediately became completely learned in the desired subject. I left the school and walked down the street. On the corner was a large bulletin board stating that John Duffy had just completed a trip from coast to coast in his new racing plane and set a new record. A huge building next attracted my attention. Bold red letters bore the following greeting: A. B.’s Grill, Recreation Park and Vagabonds’ Hangout. ALL WELCOME! ! ! I entered and found myself in the midst of everything imaginable. At a nearby bar stood two sailors and I saw that they were Bob Thomas and Charlie George. In one corner a woman was trying to sell cosmetics. It was Matilda Turner. Opposite her stood Tommy Coffey throwing knives at the flies on the wall. Two lawyers sat at a table laboring over a difficult divorce case. The one was Jimmie Hamilton, the other George Brannan. Both were working on the same case, but as opposing attorneys. Two women sat opposite them, giving bridge lessons to a group of young girls. The women were Dorothy Ashton and Helen Sutherland. Two other women were busily watching the game. One of them was evidently a snake charmer, as she was surrounded by snakes of all kinds. I saw that it was Corinne Ackert. The other woman whom I recognized as Rose LeFevre had her arms full of cats and was stooping to pick up two more. Suddenly I heard a voice which seemed to be coming from my suitcase. Looking about in amazement I saw that it was Jimmy Wilkins, who was practicing ventriloquism. Ruth McIntosh, Mildred Mocko and Irma Ziegler were practicing “A Spanish Cavalier” at a piano not far off. The sound of another piano caused me to turn around. There was Marie Feeley practicing her latest song hit “Spring Fever” while David Wiese accompanied her. Dorothy Daly was gayly tripping along a tight rope which extended over the piano. As I was about to leave I saw the manager coming toward me. I realized that it was Arthur Lyons. We talked and then I left to take in a movie. Before the picture began the orchestra played swing music. The leader I recognized at once as Bob Miller and briskly playing the piano was Wanda Krom. Betty Kasten was the vocalist. Page twenty-nine