Roessleville High School - Rougetor Yearbook (Albany, NY)

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Class of l937 CHESTER A. HAUG ...,. .,....,. P resident IRMA M. LANING .,.... ..... V ice-President BETTY HERCHENRODER .,E. ...... S eeremry RUTH GINTER ....... . . A . . .... Treasurer Motto: Impossible is un-American Colors: Blue and White Class Poem The day draws near when from our school we'll go And we recall our joys, our sorrows, and experiences. To those who follow in our path, we say: Be not dismayed what ere the cost, Let courage be the rnainsail of your ship We knew not what before us lay V But brave of heart we dauntlessly Set forth to reach a goal so far so near. The way was rough, beset with trials, Great doubts loomed up that made our On, on we struggled, eyes ahead Till now we've reached that goal. Reluctantly we turn our ship From out the harbor of security Into unchartered seas and harsh reality. Farewell Roessleville. ho pe seem pale. CORALIE BRIND

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High School Faculty CATHERINE T. RIEGE1., A.B., B.S. in L. Albany, N. Y. N New York State College for Teachers Pi Gamma Mu English and Library DoNALn VAN HORN, A.B. BETTY ZUEND, B.S. in C. Alfred Station, N. Y. Scotia, N. Y. Alfred University New York State College for Teachers Klan Alpine Phi Delta History Commerce IYIERCHEL MORTENSEN, B.S. New Richland, Minn. University of Minnesota Phi Epsilon Kappa Alpha Sigma Pi Phi Delta Kappa Physical Education A. DoRo'rHEA STAHLER, R.N Albany, N. Y. Albany Hospital Buffalo S.C.T. Oswego Normal Nurse-Teacher ELSIE F. ZUEND, A.B. Scotia, N. Y. New York State College for Teachers German and Science

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N , . school, and eager to parade their astounding vocabularies, the present seniors started their Roessle- Class History gf' AS it only yesterday or was it really 1933 when, still fresh from the simple existence of junior high tiffyf as P 3. ville high school course? Like a great eagle soaring into the blue, the ultra-modern clipper ship, Class of '37 took wing on the first leg of its round-the-curricula flight under the direction of two able pilots, Mrs. Doyle and Miss McAvoy. Captain Alice Brown, class president, saw that the passengers were made comfortable. Mrs. Doyle's ninth grade presented a pantomime for the P.T.A. and gave an Armistice Day program. In the spring it gave a bake-sale to make money, but the committee ate up most of the profit. To finish off, our first short hop, Miss McAvoy's homeroom gave a play, The Elopersf, while Mrs. Doyle's homeroom had a picnic at the waterworks. As sophisticated sophomores we flew right out in front with our play, Mammy's Little Wild Rose, which was very well presented and received. So, on with our flight. In September, 1935, we started our junior year as one class under Miss McAvoy's guidance. Soon the junior-senior basketball game occurred, but, unfortunately, we were the losers of both the boy's and girl's games. Time marched on, but paused at Easter, when the class gave the faculty a party. Most of us were surprised that the teachers were so friendly and looked forward with pleasure to the party we'd have the opportunity of giving them the next year. Although we tried hard to produce a play, eligibility rules had been passed, and the class found its best actors ineligible. We had to make a forced landing to take on a new captain, in January, when Chester I-Iaug succeeded Alice Brown, who became ill and had to leave school. Now, on our way again, amid the clamor of committees, a Iunior Hop, which was widely and cleverly advertised by Iack Heath, arose. Incidentally, profits from the big event substantially increased the amount in the class treasury. Our Balloon Shower was enjoyed by all, this being the first time one had ever been presented in Roessleville. To usher out the class of 1936 regally, we gave them a farewell picnic at White's Beach. At night on the bus coming home, we heard the broadcast of the Ioe Louis-Max Schmeling fight and almost had a private prize fight of our own to get seats in the bus that had the radio. Thus, another year had come and gone. Lessons had become harder, spring fever never more catching, but the junior class still maintained its high spirits and eagerly awaited the next fall, when they would attain the lofty rank of seniors. The last leg of our journey began with a bang! not a crack-up! An L.U.B.A., Let Us Become Acquaintedn Party in the form of a hot dog roast took place at Indian Ladder. We were warned by the treasurer that a financial mountain peak was looming in the distance, but we came smilin' through with a Halloween Dance, aided greatly by the scintillating rhythms of Gene Budini. We were still trying to build up a sound financial status, so we decided to have a Hard Luck Social or Depression Party, at which everyone wore tattered, old clothing, or was fined. Needless to say, the games, eats, and dancing put everyone in a jolly mood. December, 1936, found the curtain rising on the play we promised in our junior year, Little Sherlock, and the dancing and refreshments, coupled with the general good spirits of all those who had seen our delightful comedy, made Roessleville a haven of laughter and amusement all evening. During February our flight was saddened by grief at the death of Mrs. Doyle's mother. The next event which helped to round out our crowded schedule was the Valentine Party for the faculty. The bag busting contest was the favorite game of the evening and enjoyed as much by the teachers as by the pupils. With a great deal of self-confidence the seniors challenged the juniors to the annual basketball game. The seniors won the boy's trophy, but lost to the junior girls. As our final event before the senior formal dance, we gave the Senior I-lop, and true to our promise, we had a Balloon Dance. Everyone thoroughly enjoyed the entertainment provided by the seniors, and went to town, trucking to the swing provided by Al King. The passengers and crew, who are on the last lap of their journey, are looking forward to the two crowning events of the year, the Senior Ball and our Commencement. To the former we look forward with happy anticipation, to the latter, with mingled feelings of joy and sorrow-joy that we have reached our goal, sorrow, that we the class of 1937, after four years of working and playing together, must go our separate ways. The ominous Rocky Mountains CSenior Regentsj still loom in the distance like a forbidding evil waiting to destroy our ship, but all hopes are manifested that the plane will clear the highest peaks and land home safely in Iune, 1937. Now in a state of great excitement, the staff of the Roessleville Rouorron has set about preparing our year book for publication, and we hope it will bring joy, humor, and happiness to its many readers. ' I do not know beneath what sky Nor on what seas shall be our fate, I only know it shall be high, I only know it shall be great. MARGARET GAFF112