Penn Yann Academy - Key Yearbook (Penn Yan, NY)

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10 The Penllsylwlniil Yankee She's Worked and she's studied thru all the four years, We're proud of her as We should be. The one that's next highest is Dora DePeW, And so she is the one that salutes. . Of her good reputation this lass is right proud, And We all Wish ourselves in her boots. Ed. Bingham is one that is next on our list, ' The president of this great t class. He fills his position and, also, they say, Keeps his eye on an artistic lass. A Gerry Beach, of this class, is an active young lass, What she'll do, tho, one never can tell. Some say that an architect she'd like to be, Gr a Carpenter, if all goes Well. Ralph Platman, the birdie of our senior class, I think nearly everyone knows. With his angelic Warbling he's quite charmed a lass, At the college-Keuka-he beauX. Ed. Pond to the college did Wander awhile, But the girl, there, must now have the blues. For they say that he's fre- quently seen about tovvn In the company of charming 'Miss Hughes. Myrtie Botsford comes down from old Branchort each day But We'll miss her, and that very soon, Wherever she goes she'll surely make good, For she's studied 'most every noon. We've an orator, too, in this very class, ' Florence Butters, We're glad to proclaim. We should take OH our hats to this cheerful young lass, For Wherever she goes she'll have fame. r Molly Mitchell indeed is a talk- ative lass, And she likes her boy friends to be sturdy. At least, so it seems, if one judges from size, For she's captured the bashful ' Ames Purdy. If We ever get sick and the doctor does come, And gives us prescriptions to fill, To the drug store We'll haste Where our friend, Bill Cal- houn ,

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' The Pennsylvania Yankee - 9 chance to demonstrate how very much we are alive. We must not, like children, Grieve as if for aye Leaves, flowers and buds were past away, ' For buds and Howers will again be seen, And hills be gay and fields be us away. And so we go forth, robed in the snowy emblem of our purification, no longer green, nor red, nor even blue, 'Tor the last year satisfying, Must all shadows safely blow, Senior life is purifying, And we pass-as white as Frank B. Peterson. gyggnf' SI1OWlH in the Springtime beckoning Class Poem :s 'll 'I llll ml Ill ull lllltl-III ll-I-Milli!! This class '26 thinks 'I am a poet, ' But I very much fear they're mistaken. ' I can't write very well and I read a lot worse, And so, you all see, I'm a shakin'. But we're glad you are with us on this, our class day, We rejoice to see all of you folks. - Please listen a little to what I shall, say, And laugh some--don't scowl -at my jokes. I The first on our list is Mr. De- Melt, A friend of allthose who are here. A He has helped us throughout the four years in this school, And, for him, we should give a big cheer. To the next one i'n line, our Prof. Mr. C., I With the problems perplexing we flew. We've marveled indeed that such a small head Could carry quite all that he , knew. A The faculty, also, must not be o'er looked 3 They have taught us with les- sons and smiles. Though you travel the map north, south, east or west, You can't find their equal for miles. The first of our class is Gene- vieve Carroll, Our valedictorian is she.

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F The Pennsylva, Awaits with some bottles to fill. As head of the French Circle we have a young girl, Fair Thora, whom you all should meet. Mr. Challis, too, knows her for oft' he has said, '4Well, Thora, come take a front seat. C. Gridley, the artist of old P. Y. A., , Has in that line of work be- come skilled. She' has drawn for our paper, both inside and out, And, thus, has our paper staff thrilled. l We have a young man, Wen- dell Carroll by name, Whose life must be all led in whirls. ' For, when e'er you see him, he's right sure to be In the midst of a bevy of girls. M. -Tierney is one who's so quiet indeed, We scarcely know when she is here. She's worked like a beaver to win in this' race, And for Regents she's had not a fear. ' Fred Clark is a catcher of our baseball team, ' :And with him our sympathies linger. - - nia Yankee , f 11 For, of him, 'tis said that in every game A I He has broken a bat or a finger. , As captain of our young girl athletes, Helen Kindleburger has come to shine. While playing in games of the girls' basketball, She has saved them, yes, time after time. Miss Nielsen is, also, a basket- ball fan, And, really now, she plays right well. She runs like a flash right af- ter the ball, While the rest of her comrades just yell. Harry Curtis, you know, is a happy young lad, Who soon will make suits for the sailors. Or, at least, so they say, he will sew upon cloth, For I've heard he has fondness for Taylors. ' Friend 'Johnny McAuliffe is a senior, too, And a very tall senior is he. He needs never worry when he goes to a show, C'er the heads of the crowd he can see. r Malcolm Lerch is a boy who in stature is small,