Oneonta High School - Oneonta Yearbook (Oneonta, NY)

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Oneonta High School ' The Senior Annual 0 y I FACULTY LIST Nineteen Thirty-nine George J. Dorm. A.B.. Pd.D. ,,,, fffe , e,e,e,e,e ,, ,,,, Superintendent ol Schools Union College Joseph McLain, M.A. ,,, , ,,.,,,,,,,,,,,, ,, ,,,, , , , Principal I Cornell Edna M. Lawrence, M.A. ,,,,,,,.,L.L..,., ,,,, , ,,, New Yorlc University Frances B. Bates, B.P.E. jArnoId College ol Physical Educationj ,, ,,, Raymond Beecher, B.S. ll-Iartwiclcj ,,,,,,., , ,,,,,, ,, ,, ,,,,, Marjorie A. Bennett jCranej . ,,,,,, L,L,L, ,, ,,,, ,,,, , I'IeIen M. Brink, A.B. jState College lor Teachersj ,,,,,, Edith B. Bryant. A.B. lSyracusej , .,,,. ,, ,, ,,, ,,, Harold O. Carlton jOswego Normalj ,,, ,,,, Madeleine F. Coutant, M.S. jCorneIlj ej ,L,L,L..L ,, ,,, Frances D. Disbrow, B.S. jSt. Lawrenc Mary E. Ferguson, B.S. jState College lor Teachersj ,,, , Lena O. Freeborn jThomas Normalj ,,,, ,,,,,., , ,, , Robert E. Gardner jBeIgium Musical Collegej ,,, , , Vice-Principal Physical Training Commercial Subjects ,,, ,,, Music ,,, , Social Studies ,,,,,, ,,, English Mechanical Drawing ,,,-..,,.,,,, Chemistry ,,,,,, , Mathematics Commercial Subjects ,,,,,,, Art ,,-., - Music I-Iarold M. I-lunt, M.A. jPittsburghl , ,,,,,, ,, .,,, . ,,,, Social Studies Irma J. Ingersoll, B.O.E. jSyracusej ,,, ,,,,, Dramatics and Public Spealcing Katherine P. Ingersoll, A.B. jSyracusej ,, ,,,,,, , ,.- . , , ,, , ,, ,,,, ,,,,,, ,, English Frances C. Johnson, M.A. lState College for Teachersj,, Mathematics and Social Studies George A. Kershaw, B.S. jState College lor Teachersj ,, , , ,, ,, , ,, Mathematics John T. Lawler, A.B. jSt. Lawrencej , ,,,, , ,,,, ,, Glenn J. Leathersich, B.S. jSyracusej , ,, ,,, Vif. Edwin Long, B.S. jMiddIeburyj ,,,,.,.,.. ,...,, Craig T. Martin, B.S. jNew Yorlc Universityj --, ,,,, Clara E. Schairer, M.A. jMiddleburyj .,,,,,,,, -, ,, . Mildred P. Stewart, A.B. lCorneIIj , , ,,,, ,,,,,,.,.. ,,,. -'.-, ,- .,.-,,,,.. Barbara A. Super, A.B. lState College tor Teachersl .,,,,,,,, Ruth H. Van Deusen, A.B. jState College lor Teachersj ,,,,, ,,,, Ruth L. Van Deusen. B.S. in L.S. lDrexeI Institute, Philadelphiaj -- 1 Susan I-I. Waters, A.B. lState College lor Teachersj ,,,,,,, , ,,, P, Mai-iam Woll, B.S. jCornelIj , f , . ,,,,,,,,.,... ,,, ,,,, ,,, Page Ten ,,, ,,,, Physics Commercial Studies Physical Training Commercial Subjects German and French Latin ,, , .English ,,, ,-,,, English , , , J, Librarian , , ,i ,,,,,,,, English ,,, Cieneral Biology

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Oneonta High School 0 The Senior Annual 0 Nineteen Thirty-nine THE SHIPS OF LIFE Amazing are the ships that sail Upon the seas todayg They are complete in each detail And modern in every way. But what about the other shipsg The ships of each man's life That carry him on earthly trips Of pleasure and of strife. FRIENDSHIP can guide you to the port Wherein success doth lie. Be careful of the friends you sportg Let no good friendship die. WORSHIP not the worldly things Like money, fame and fung But place your faith in God who brings Rewards for deeds well done. SPORTSMANSHIP will see you through As long as you play fair. Do as you'd have man do to you! And you'll find peace everywhere. HARDSHIP is the strcmgest test Which very few endureg And so remains none but the best, The honest, brave and pure. These are the ships that take you To ports of joy and strife. These are the ships, you are the crew Of all these ships of life. FRANK 0'DONNELL ++ SHADOW OF TOMORROW . We have drunk from the fountain of knowledge To enter a world of remorse, And it is our solemn duty To guide life's ship in its course. It is ours to succeed in life's battles, Not to balk in the face of defeat. Will we keep our heads if we succeed, Or be drunk with the wine of conceit? The world is a sea of corruption Where millions are groping in dread, Blind to the schemes of the many Who by wealth, fame and power are led. Today we must plan for tomorrow And heed the advice of the wise, For we cannot control the future g We can only predict and surmise. We have built the base for vocation, Some whwh stand sturdy and strongg Are you one of the hapless slackers Who are content just to roll along? FRANK 0'DONNELL Page Twelve O. H. S. Within its portals security we foundg Within its rooms knowledge did abound. The years marched by with rapid stepg Yet each memory will be kept Of faces, voices, places we knew, Long after life's curfew. We look today for what the future will bringg Yet tomorrow of the past we sing. Show the past to me in reveries, From the storehouse of my memories, That conquer time's vast space, Yet are gone without a trace: Friendship founded on true loyaltyg Worthy of a kingdom's royalty, Good times at work and play,- These years have lasted but a day. We look today for what the future will bring, Yet tomorrow of the past we sing. PHYLLIS ARBUCKLH + + DREAMS Dreams are for fools-and I am one: I dream of tasks never to be done,' I dream of the beauty of the powerful seas 5 And the majesty of the mighty trees, I dream of castles in the airy But when I look they are not there. I dream of true blue friends And loyalty that never endsg I dream of having a wonderful book, And reading by a laughing brook: I dream of a beautiful dog Who looks upon me as a God, I dream of winters and of springs, And so of many other things. I haven't anything, but it seems I am happy in my dominion of dreams. PHYLLIS ARBUCKLE + + APRIL NIGHT I walk along in the mist and the rain, The wind and I are alone, The kiss of the balmy air brings pain But peace in my heart is sown. The old trees creak and moan and sigh, They seem to pity me. Dark clouds and soft rain veil the sky, But I at last am free. For I've left behind the bustle and rush, The busy streets and the glaring lights, And the stillness of the lane says, Hush As I walk alone on an April night. ELEANOR HUNTINGTON