Port Jervis High School - Victor Yearbook (Port Jervis, NY)

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Q 1 E ll.2.lI l '-l 5 l ...U .....,...... Lrrr 'l'1cori:ANo Pm just as jolly as can be, Why isn't everyone like me? Lucy should have lived near the school instead of in Sparrow- lmush. As it is, she's been wearing herself thin catching the 8:01 bus to school every morning. Excluding French Club, the one thing Lucy likes better than laughing, is more laughing. linwanp XVES'l'llllUOK The world knows nothing of its greatest men. This is the picture of our handsome classmate, lidward. Al- though he is very fond of playing tennis and baseball, his hair is always in place. Perhaps this explains his frequent absence from the room, or is he out in the hall practicing Carrolls'? We have our own idea and we will let you figure it out for yourself. ICDNA NV1i.soN I can a-Ford anything. This quiet looking miss with a. winning smile comes to P. J. H. S. every morning driving her own car. She has many friends who are confident that through her persistent work she will gain success. ludna s chief aim in life is to become a farmer, raising oats Or, XVheat. And by the way, Edna's hair is naturally curly. Si'1.v1A ZIl'l'EN A quiet girl with winning ways, Prizes, honors, words of praise: A nicer girl you'll never meet, Gentle, charming and petite. Our Sylvia is one of those, perpetual motion girls. During her four years in High School, she has made an enviable record. She is a hard worker, a lover of fun and is always willing to help on any committee or special group. VVe understand Sylvia intends to study law and we feel sure her success in public speaking will help greatly in her career a. modern Portia.. The good will of the class goes with you, Sylvia! NXENXGDRI ES

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, . llo1:o'1'l1Y ROTIISC IIILD She greets you kindly, one and aIl. A Dot is one of these delicate girls who goes in strongly for that sweet essence of Yardley's English Lavender. Reciting in the Amer- ican History Class has been her hardest work as a Senior. Dorothy is a very quiet girl in school, and apparently has no use for the opposite sex. XYe are quite sure that there will always be a great attraction in life for Dorothy. ll1c1.nN Sc111.1-:Eu A friend well worth havin . The saying all good things come in small packages we find false in He-len's case, because everyone seems to be fond of' her. Her summers are spent at Rock View and she is famous for her manner of saying Don, XVe hear that Helen's ambition is to be a nurse and we wish her all the success in the world. v RAY SPANGENRERG Across the tracks and over the bridge to Matamoras we go. Behold! A bird of passage whose flights take him into the wilds of Ridgewood, N. J., or even Matamoras. This is one of the boys of our class who has a delicate nature. VVe suppose that when the rare days of June arrive he will put away his Shaffer supplies and get out his canoe. Ray's favorite pastime besides canoeing is singing and he seems to spend a lot of his time singing Elizabeth There are chances of his becoming a preacher- You wouldn't kid a pal, would you? A1.1vi-1 T.xYI,on A pretty irl and a nice one, too! Alice is one of the best liked girls in the Senior Class. She is very studious and we always see her name on the Honor Roll. Be- sides that she likes to dance and have a good time-therefore she is often seen Bob bing about especially on the Erie Railroad with her pal Hartsy. NXENXCDRI ES

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.f :5 !l! The Prophecy of the Class of 1931 By MARION QUINN At first, it seemed to me the golden light gleam- ing through the cool shadows of the forest was simply a ray of sunshine: but, as I drew nearer, the light shone brighter, and brighter, until even the dark recesses of the wood were bathed ln its radiant brilliance. Suddenly, it moved towards me and before my eyes, began to take a definite shape. A golden creature, truly, gleaming with the mistiness of the unreal: in one hand, a golden rod: in the other a golden roll. I knew then, what pres- ence was before me,-The goddess of Fate: she who possessed the power of life or death. And so, when sne beckoned lu me, I followed. Wie spoke no words, nor did she give me any further sign of my presence: until, after many minutes we reached the clearing and stood forth on the summit of the hill. Then she stretched forth her staff, and mo- tioned me forth towards the gleaming city that lay far below. With hesitating steps, I began the descent, and then as I turned to seek her aid, I found her gone. Thus it was that I found myself by mystic fate within the gates of the dream city of 1941. The first thing that caught my eye in this mys- tical city. was the old high school of my youth. It seemed to call to me, and so, with a sense of ad- venture upon me I entered its doors. It seemed ap- propriate that the first person I should meet should be Matt Curtis, the president of the class of 1931. Of course, he had fulfilled our expectations and had become the great gymnastic coach. He had taken the place of Mr. Chase with fitting dignity, and after greetings were over, he offered to show me the main office. As we started forth, he told me that the previous month Anne Jones and Dor- othy Bierlein had left for the wilds of Africa hoping to bring the light of gospel to the savages there. They had taken Florence Broadhead with them as secretary, and Donald Hyatt had also been one of the company. The purpose of his going was that he might charm the natives by the lively strains of his melodious banjo. By this time, we had reached the principal's of- fice. and to my surprise, I found Douglas Buchanan seated behind that desk, his head bent studiously over a pile of History C papers. Miss Carroll's place had been taken by Miriam McGrail who had become a brisk and efficient secretary. It was from her that I received the news that the Por-Je was still edited by Laurence Rockelein, since the school had discovered it could not get along without him. In due time, after a friendly visit, I left the school and progressed towards the main part of the city. My first stop was at the newspaper office which had been taken over by Marjorie Raynor, now Hayseedette, and which had been made successful by Tom Birmingham's daily column Town Gos- sip. Marjorie told me many interesting things about the members of the class of ten years ago. It seemed that the decrease in the population of New York State had been flue to the tyrannical rule of Bevere Crane, the new governor. The op- pressed people had migrated to Matamoras, Penn- sylvania, which was under the rule of the almable Ray Spangenburg. I also learned that James Hol- den had taken over Jenk's stand on the Huguenot road and that through his magnetic personality, he had attracted many new customers to his home- made soft drink. Pleased with all this news, I wandered forth again down the busy street. An attractive florist shop window caught my eye, and then as I stopped to admire the beautiful flowers, I recognized the owner as Edward VVestbrook who had finally accomplished his ambition of cultivat- ing lillies. In the few minutes chat with him, I .learned that in his spare time he composed many Christmas Cartrjolls which were published every year in connection with Oscar Faller's poems on The Beauty of Life as Seen Through the Eyes of a Thoughtful Man. After questioning him further, I discovered the destinies of several other classmates. Edward Nilan was posing for illustrations for WVilliam Red- dington's new book entitled Her Man. Jesse Mortimer had run far ln the world of entertain- ment as a graceful bareback rider, having made appearances in numerous circus rings of great size. Irene Middleton, assisted by Arlean Cooper, was rushing around the country delivering spirited ora- tions in behalf of the new bill abolishing all home- work for students, which was recently proposed by Congressman Crissman. It seemed that Helen Schleer had taken the place of Floyd Gibbons on the air and had broken that gentleman's speed records for broadcasting. Just at this time, we were interrupted by a great uproar, and stepping quickly outside I saw that the Salvation Army had chosen this time for a meeting. Mr. VVestbrook, who was still with me explained that Tom McAndrew was now captain of the local band and had inspired many to enter the fold. A man was speaking now, and looking more closely towards him, I recognized Jack Drake, who was telling the story of his salvation. After he had finished, the band struck up, and the whole com- pany lead in song by Helen DeBevoise, marched off with Emily Forbes bringing up the rear. After the tumult had died down, I said good-bye to Mr. Nvestbrook and resumed my interesting walk. The day was rather warm, so when I spied a cool, inviting drug store, I stepped in for a re- freshing drink. To my surprise, I found that the two proprietors were John Osterhout and Louise Lehn, who had profited from the experience of their high school days, and had gone into partnership. Louise provided the loquacity so necessary in a merchant's success. I spent a few minutes in a spirited conversation with her, and when I left I NXENXGDRI ES