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

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THE 1917 SENIOR ANNUAL ETHEL MAE WeElss. ‘“‘Weissie’’. And here is little Weissie. Well, well, who’ud a thunk it? Welcome to our city. Ethel has been a hard working student for some time and justly deserves the title of R. F. A. 17. Allthough very quiet in per- sonality, she has ensnared one or more unsuspectiny victims and they live to tell it. She could “by-am” ana sell em before they got wise, because you see she’s “weiss” herself. We hope that Ethel will be as suc- cessful in the years to come as she has been during hey delightful sojourn in R. F. A. Cheer up, the worst is yet to come. ARTHUR EDWARD WETHERBEE. “Art”. “We know not of what he is the god’’. Once more you have the honor of gazing upon this countenance. We reproduce it here by request. Art is our patented Chemistry marvel. You can’t beat him i i out of that job. Art always carries a good line. His latest is rubber teeth. The real Goodrich Non-skid kind. See him first. Art will make a good Bank President, (or Janitor.) He is the author of that pathetic little ditty, ““Why Girls Leave Home”. All rights reserved. Come one, come all. THomAs FRANCIS WHEELER. “Tom”. ““A penny saved is a penny got’. A disciple of Demosthenes, O founder of a thousand Troys, Thy mind is sunk in deep seas, Thou car’st not for our childish joys. Tom assumed the overalls and went forth to battle the weeds and cobbles. O, for a picture of gentle Thomas arguing with an obnoxious plant to cease its worldly struggles, and let the good seeds grow. We see him in future years swaying the people of Floyd with his convincing logic and translucent speech. Good luck, old top. Your name is last, but not least, of the il- lustrious classmates who leave old R. F. A. forever, but who will cherish her memory until all worldly strife is o’er. Ist Prize Boys’ Slingerland. Photos. by McClusky 24

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THE 1917 SENIOR ANNUAL Harry Louis SEGAL. “Henry”. “No he hath but a little beard’. Captured at last! A chemist and a student, what a wonderful and a rare combination? When a child of tender years he was bitten by a dog, which further proves his title as a bone. (We don’t know whether he was tender at that time or not.) To the Editor’s knowledge, he is the discoverer that steam is merely water gone crazy wwith the heat. In Latin, he bids fair to rival his noble sires. As Secretary, he uses Armsby’s Code in class meetings. Harry will meet with success in later years, we gamble on that, and don’t you forget it. SECRETARY. Fourth Academic Honor. CLtaRA May SINCLAIR. Hello, here is Clara May stuffed down here in the corner all alone. You can bet that she wouldn't be alone if she were at home in the Wheat belt, where she can Seymour boys and girls. Clara is one of Miss MacFarland’s understudies, and if she resembles her model any, our good wishes will fall upon good soil. Her record in R. F. A. speaks for itself, just listen a minute and you will hear it as it resembles Clara. Clara says get out, so we must beat it. LauRA ELIZABETH TYLER. “Tank”. Happy am I! from care I'm free! Why aren't they all contented like me? “Tank” fits this quotation just like the Editor's hat does after he gets his hair cut. ‘Tank’ dreams by day, and sleeps by night. Upon authentic authority, we hear that she will have at least 72 counts, thus freeing her from the bondage in which she has been held for some time past, and she walks out a free woman from the scenes of her childhood. One time while following a train of thought, she walked out on a trestle and fell off into a reverie, but survived. Good luck, “Tank”. Glee Club. 23 Photos. by McClusky

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THE 1917 SENIOR ANNUAL CLASS POEM Dimly showing among the clouds That cover the deep blue sky, Penetrating all vapory shrouds | langs a cluster of stars attracting the eye. They sparkle and shine with a brilliant light, And all the wise men passing by 3ehold a star increasing its height, Tis the class of ‘17 rising on high. Up from the ranks of the grammar school, This wonderful class ascends ; All striving together to reach life’s goal Where fame and glory ends. We did not idle away our time On frivolous foolish things, But did each duty as it came in line And now see what just reward it brings. Don’t think our class a bookworm For that is not our aim; We took our work and play in turn, That’s how we've won our fame. In school we worked as students should, We brought our books home, too, In order to learn our lessons good And set example to you. Language to us is merely play, In mathematics we shine; We've studied science day by day Till we're experts in that line. So Juniors, Sophs and Freshmen, too, Just follow in our wake And you'll be forced to say, “By gosh, They certainly aren't a jake.”’ But now the star has reached its goal, It slowly fades away, And so the class of 17 Departs from R. F. A. 25