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

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THE 1917 SENIOR ANNUAL FrRaANcIs JoHN LAWLER. “Choppy”. “What manner of man? Is his head worth a hat, or his chin worth a beard 2” A mere glance at the nearby physiognomy will appeal to the aesthetic sense. Don't get him talking or we wils have to close the Annual up right here. This is the Editor of this here book, by gosh! Once he starts ravin’, he'll never pause, so let’s take a look at him and ask no questions. They say he made a good basket ball manager, and gave Prof. Harris the hallucina- tion that it would be good to appoint all managers. The big words and ideas that emerge from the recesses of “Chops” dome are deep in mystery, and he is the only one that possesses thé key to them. He will never grow a ’stache because of the constant rubbing of his paw over the nether lip which discourages the maturity of the golden braids. His future career will be one rosy pathway lined with Uneeda biscuits and Nabiscoes. Man, o child! EDITOR-IN-CHIEF. Basket Ball Manager. Desmond O’Moirne in Class Play. FRANK LEDERFEIND. “Leder”. “Who has met upon the arena’’. At last we have found it. Here it is, that marvelous athlete you have been inquiring about. He just came in from Oneida on his motorcycle in 14 minutes, with two others on the machine. Pretty good, eh? In base ball, when Leder swaggers to the plate, the outfielders in- stinctively move away out in the shade. For some rea- son, he left the Industrial City for parts unknown some time ago. When we went to Camden we found him and brought him back to his native city again. His term expires June, 1917, and once again he is a free agent. Base Ball. Janet Grecc MacApao. Yo ho! a bonnie lass! Intellectually she is supreme. Personally, she is superb. Outside of that she is human. The human bloodhound has diagnosed the case. Janet is one of the mainstays of the class, and certain learned instructresses will mourn when she departs from their midst. We have been honored by her presence in this institute of knowledge, and she has endeared her mem- ory in the hearts of her classmates. We feel confident that she will be as successful in the cruel, cold world as she has been in her sojourn in R. F. A. Member of Staff. Valedictorian. Orchestra. Reci- tation Honor. First Prize, Girls’ Slingerland, 1916. VICE PRESIDENT. Boys’ Prophet. 18 Photos by McClusky

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THE 1917 SENIOR ANNUAL WALTER AucGust JUERGENs. “Walt”. “His wit was sent him for a token, But in the carriage cracked and broken”. Behold this husky atom of German barbarism flying the colors of Uncle Sam. Be not afeard, brethren, he is not as dangerous or man-eating as he looks or would have you believe. If he was so blood-thirsty, we would not have entrusted the funds of the class in his fond pa- ternal care. If you wish to see a musical genius, look at Walt. He can play equally well? on the mandolin and the sweet potato, featuring both mitts. On the whole, Walt is a good scout. Hain’t yuh, Walter? TREASURER. Colonel Morton in Class Play. EveLYN ELEANOR KapFER. “Curleque’’. “Still smile, my dear, a frown or tear would mar that cheerful face’’. A casual glance at Evelyn’s enticing smile will reveal the secret of her friendship with the bold swains. Her victims are not confined to R. F. A. Oh, no! she has one acquaintance who can talk just like a New Yorkah, although he hails from Boonville Junction, which is 10 minutes walk from the car line. We predict a happy life for little Evelyn as she deserves it. Savvy? KATHERINE MARGARET Kaut. “Kathie”. “Tt is the little things that count’. In this smiling little growth, we introduce a successful combination of fun and study. She is always ready or having some fun, pastime, sport or amusement, at least she seems to b e enjoying herself and others immensely. Little “Kathie” is a nice speaker, and possesses one of those translucent voices. After her honorable exit with the Class of 17, she will slowly wend her way to her suburban home, and though she may not come to Rome again, her memory will be most dear. Photos by McClusky 17

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THE 1917 SENIOR ANNUAL ANTHONY JOHN McGarty. ‘Mac’. “Bravery never goes out of fashion’. When the call for volunteers to the Navy sounded through the peaceful temples and boulevards of Rome, this youth, inspired with patriotic fervor, offered his ser- vices to Uncle Sam and bravely left his home, friends and classmates. His future deeds will be written on the pages of history, but we want his past accomplishments to be written on the pages of this Annual. Cast your eye upon that marble brow, and know that ye gaze not up- on terrestrial being. Mac is a poet—a true poet—such as nature rarely bestows. His greatest work is his eulogy on “How Clams Teach Their Young to Expectorate’’. Member of Staff. Class Poet. Foot Ball. GLaDys ELLINORE MarsH. Behold one of the Class of 17 whose gift of gab is a little moderate. Gladys has spent four quiet, indus- trious years under the paternal and maternal supervision of the faculty of R. F. A. Altho very quiet by nature her laugh can be heard quite distinctly some distance away, and she always enjoys a good laugh. However, she possesses a few naughty traits. She is very selfish with her affections and confines them solely to one sex, namely, the female. We hope she will recover from this affliction in time. Here's hoping the other one suc- cess and happiness. James Howard Moore. “Dud.” “Let his deeds speak for him. We quote from several sources.” Mark him well. (What's the matter with that spot- light?) He was on his way to the Big Leagues when the call for tillers of the soil startled the nodding stu- dents in R. F. A. He threw down his Caesar, his his- tory, and grabbing a hoe and pitchfork, gallantly went forth to sow. And as he sows so shall he reap. We know he shall reap a bountiful harvest, because he is sow good, sow gentle, sow loving. He tells us that he has organized a rural team, with Ma Jersey Cow and Hull Hog the batteries. Here's success to our farm “= laddie. Photos by McClusky 19