Palmer Institute Starkey Seminary - Echo Yearbook (Starkey, NY)

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.45 E-E xiii zu.-ff? uni l' X K' X f 97 And VVa1'ren?-YVC accept him, For judge him, no one can, I-Ie's surely an exception To all the rules of man. But he's the soul of toleration, Preacher of the faith, I can , Devotee of Rome and Caesar, And an ardent Starkey fan. Their attitudes dismay us, Their discipline may stay us, What matter if we say this? Not one of them would careg They torment and assail us, They disparage, yes, bewail us, But before they'd ever fail us, They'd die, we know-so there! -Thelma Love y --L - . Forty-.vefvcn

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, bx '- a:.':r::: -E:3Eb ii T Z 4 I CN Y QNX Aff I - Q fi arty-,fix Gin GBM 1Brnf5 They aggravate and tease us, They very seldom please us, But let rebellion seize us, Each one of them is there! Their attitudes dismay us, Their discipline may slay us, But endeavor to unsay this, Not one of them would dare. Now Allen is a fine one, The jolliest of the crew, ln work or play, at night or day, No matter what we dog For he settles every matter NVith very small ado, By answering concisely, Just use H,O2. Sutphen-Forever! A symphony in jazz, Beau Brummell in the social line, A prof one cannot razz. A business man, athletic fan, VVhy, anything you choose, 'Tis sure no ordinary man Could fill Prof. Sutphen's shoes. Travis' tempe1'amental- W7hat's that-he's even grand, But if, in oral English One fails to make a stand, One very soon becomes aware Of G. D's iron hand. He can do some splendid work with nines For those who after please, But for some others, not so good, His specialty is threes. cfJ0llfiIIllf'll on next ,bagel

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Alix ig 2 5 Q new flff 9 whither Guest illihuu In the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and six, there was born, on Lindell Boulevard, in New Orleans, a boy to the family of Cartier. The Cartiers' were honest God fearing people in comfortable circumstances. Bly story hinges about this boy. He inherited French passion and impulsiveness from his father while his mother being Irish gave him the ready wit and sunny smile of the Irish people. We shall skip over a period of fourteen years, during which time, the family had migrated from New Orleans to a little hamlet of Central New York called Hamilton. Jacquis Cartier, for that was his name, enjoyed to the utmost the game of living. He lived for all he was worth every waking moment. I-Ie made many friends but they were, for the most part, among the boys and girls who belonged to a crowd much older than he. Among these friends he was universaly known as Jock. In the spring of his fifteenth birthday he fell violently in love. Kathleen llflurphy, a sweet faced coquetish little Irish girl, was the object of his affections. She was about six years his senior but this fact bothered .lock but little because he was used to associating with folks much older. Indeed, Jock had! scarcely experienced the marble and slingshot stage he passed it so quickly. After a short time, however he suspected her of not playing exactly square with him ac- cording to his idea of the game. This hurt his French pride and arouszd his Irish ire until finally the climax was reached when the following telephone conversation took place. I-Iello Kay, guess who this isf' I'm sure I don't know, unless its' Tommy, came the answer, the last clause was spoken excitedly. No, this is -lock. There is to be a basketball game at Hoosic tonight. NVill you go with me P 'Tm sorry Jock, but I have been sick for three days. lwaybe some other time. Alright goodbye, this rather short and bitter. Upon leaving the drug store from where he had phoned, he ran into Bus Jones and Tony Scherer. These fellows were about eight years ,Iock's senior but they had taken him around to the various little parties, dances and athletic contests held in the sur- rounding towns because -lock was a bright engaging youngster and always had money. Although prohibition had come into effect more than a year before, drinking was fast becoming the vogue among the younger set of Hamilton, to which both Bus and Tony belonged. Jock's parents were ardent prohibitionists and lost no opportunity in advertising the fact. They were wonderful home loving people with a boy to protect and they meant to leave no stone unturned to make the country safe for their boy as well as thousands of other sons. Forty-eight