Rome Free Academy - De O Wain Sta Yearbook (Rome, NY)

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THE 1917 SENIOR ANNUAL ee Se ELLAMAE ELIZABETH BAULIG. “Ella”. “Far from the sweet society of men’. She passes the Charles St. car every morning coming to school. Those dimpled cheeks certainly are inviting. Go ahead, but don’t mention any names. Ella moves about her work quietly, and completes four years of ex cellent attainments by graduating with that glorious Class cf °17. Her record is an enviable one, the result of earnest study and thought. No more will she walk from this old Academy away up to that distant section. She is now free, and we leave her with grave regrets. Good bye, fellow classmate. MarRIAN ANTOINETTE BEACH. “Marian”. Her heart's like a lemon—-so nice, She carves for each lover a slice’’. What are you stopping so long at this picture for? Confidentially, we are in the same boat as you are, old top. Some nice looking girl, eh what? Yes, she is as nice as she looks. I know fellers who would walk way up on North George just to see her. Well, I think she likes the color “brown” the best, altho she favored this green cover. In the class-rooms and class meetings she has been a successful performer, and her teachers recom- mend her most highly. We are highly honored to have Marian among our respected number, and you would say so if you could. Come on, let’s look at some more, don’t stay here all night. Member of Staff. Glee Club. Lady Wyndham in Class Play. ” James Epmonp Birp Jr. “Jim”. “I’m smarter, a heap, than I look’’. Yes, this is Alderman Bird’s son. He is a nice look- ing lad. Well, they tell me he is a good speaker, I remember reading he won second prize in the Singerland Contest. Yes, James is worthy of praise. He is a good scout, a royal entertainer, a gentleman, a scholar and a good mixer of drinks. The spirit of patriotism surged over his manly frame, and he heroically offered his services to any unsuspecting farmer hereabouts. but fortunately for both himself and the farmer, his ser- vices were not needed. Like all great men, Jim had his Brutus. Who said treason? Get out wid yuh. Sir Richard Wilde in Class Play. Second Prize, Boy's Slingerland. Photos. by McClusky

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THE 1917 SENIOR ANNUAL —————————————————— BERT BAKER Jr. “Bertie”. “Let the sky rain potatoes”. On our left we present a Gentleman Farmer. Bert heeded the call to the farm, and threw up his studies re- ligicusly. He is now deeply inhaling the delightful aromas cf the farmstead and enjoying the subtle scenery of our rural surroundings. The Navy looked good encugh for him at one time, but a spin of the wheel landed him on the farm where he now reigns majestic. We were worried when the symptoms of a ““mis-placed eyebrow” appeared on his ruby lips, but he was converted and our fears were buried. He goes fifty-fifty with Mother Earth and the female of the species. Three cheers for the sod-buster. Tom Hoven BARNARD. “Tom”. “None but himself can be his parallel’. And they stood round and gazed at him in astonish- ment! ‘Though a very minute fragment of human exist- ence, Tom has indeed attracted the attention of many to his daring exploits. The first of his crimes was the steal- ing of the Presidency of the Class of °17 during their entire sentence. Secondly, he went to Plum Island to represent us, and came back so different that we were ashamed of ourselves and sought correction. Thirdly, he has barefacedly usurped two of the Class Honors, altho we meekly admit that he rightly deserves them. In the face of these excellent offenses, we ask you, dear reader, to render a verdict of guilty to being one of the best students in the class of 17. “Guilty”. Atta boy. PRESIDENT. Third Academic Honor. Oratorical Honor. ALICE Sara BascomBE. “‘Alice’’. “A soul as full of worth, as void of pride.” We say so. She certainly does look cute. Why, she came with us several years ago, and we have been the victims of her enticing personality ever since. Never saw her before, eh? Where have you been? She is one of the best students in old R. F. A. and takes a great interest in the activities of the class. Yes, she is a good poetess. Yes, she has attracted many fortunate vic tims. Well, if you want any more information about her, go to “Rosy” or “Bub”. Sorry we're stumped. Good night. Photos by McClusky 10

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THE 1917 SENIOR ANNUAL JAMEs WEsLEY BLoop. “Wes”. “Reputed wise for saying nothing’. Young Blood, as I live. Yes, Wes graduates proud- ly with that memorable class of ‘17. He is that nervous, fussy little gentleman you have ever seen wandering through the halls with an abstracted air. He heeded the call to the farm, and left the din of the city, with all its strife and confusion, and sought peace and refuge among the potatoes and the corn. Correspondence to former classmates reveals the fact that he planted some potatoes, and nice big bushes grew up but he couldn’t find any potatoes on them, so he looks to a bad crop of spuds this year. Tough luck, Wes. Punk seed. Member of Staff. MATTHEW Haro p Brapy. “Matt”. “A jolly and true happy fellow’’. Don't get excited, it’s only me! Well, what do you know about that? This truncated personification of a human being exists with the rest of those heroes. The one grave mistake of his stubby career was that he enter- tained the delusioned idear that he was an orator. He has recovered from this frightful state of mind, and we expect great things from him. He would appreciate the gift of an ‘‘Eveready”’ or its equivalent. Who said a wire cutter? EpWIN SLOANE Briccs. “Rosy”. “You look wise. Pray correct that error’’. Hail, hail, the gang’s all here! We've got him now, so take a good look at him. This smiling dome is perilously carried on two bony shoulders, whose only supports are two lean shanks which cover a large area, due to the large shoe he claims the shoe-dealers force on him against his sweet will. The lucky cuss escaped the worries of a base ball manager, but we'll get him yet. After a lengthy tutor from a well known commercial teacher, he bravely makes his debut in the world this year. He is a strong Willson man, and stands ready to defend that title against all comers, strangle-hold barred. Zowie! Some youngster, what. Baseball. 12 Photos by McClusky