Sauquoit Valley Central High School - Saghdaquadah Yearbook (Sauquoit, NY)

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A THUUGHT What sort of person are you-polite or impolite? If you are not able to de- cide, answer honestly the questions that follow, and then you will know. Must you be first to get on the school bus even though you have to knock over someone to be first? Do you insist upon walking into or out of a room ahead of all others, re- gardless of their age, position, or sex? Do you make it a habit to give your order in the cafeteria before you were? Do in reciting? ls it imperative that you the person called upon has time to desire to converse with your neighbor appeal to your misguided sense? Do who was waiting makes a mistake question before you give in to a for lunch ahead of someone you snicker at someone who shriek out an answer to a formulate his answer? Do when auditorium programs do not happen to you leave the auditorium or gymnasium while evening programs or games are in process and think nothing of crawling over those near you or disturbing speakers or players? Should you have to answer any of these questions in the affirmative, wake up, see yourself as others see you--take a firm hold of yourself and learn to be-polite! A SCHDUI. DAY ln the morning we come lo school Yvhen the clock says 'bout eight fifteeng There we walk up and down the corridors Until by a teacher we are seen. To our rooms at eight fifty-five We must be very sure to go, For the teachers take roll call Those who are absent to know. At nine we disperse to our classes Wishing as we go That we had studied last night Instead of going to the show. When finally, all of our morning classes We have safely sat through at last, We heave a big sigh of relief, And rush out, eagerly and fast. Next the bang of closing lockers Mingled with the sculfling of feet Indicates that lunch time has come, And that we are anxious to eat. After we And then to the study hall reluctantly proceed Where we decide that lessons can wait, And select a magazine to read. Play eat, for a few seconds in the gym we At three twenty-fire we return To our home rooms for dismissal, Then at last our school day is oler And we depart with a whistle. Mary Latus.

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CAUSE FUD ALAIQM The family was out so Celia had declared a reading night. Her conscience told her that she ought to read the biography for her next day's English lesson, but she had no desire to do so. She was longingly looking at the covers of a new mystery book when the telephone rang. uHello,,7 she said, l'Yes, this is Celia Andrews. This is Ted Barnes speaking, isnlt it? fCelia had recognized the voice of her younger brotherls pall. No, Tom- my went to the show. I don't know which one. All right. Good-byef, Celia put down the telephone and decided that she would take just one peek at the mystery story. lmmediately she became absorbed in it and soon found herself deep in the complexities of the mystery. She shivered when she came to parts such as this: 'clsynne heard soft footsteps approaching with a stealthy, pantherlike quiet- ness. It seemed as if someone or something was about to pounce upon her and per- haps deprive her of her lifefl As Celia was finishing this sentence, she thought she heard a sound. She looked up, beads of perspiration on her brow. Could she have imagined the sound? Yes, that was it. Her unruly mind was playing her tricks. Relieved, she went back to the hair-raising mystery and read a few pages distractedly. Somehow she could not help remembering that she was alone in the house. Anything might happen. Suddenly she clutched her book in fright. Did she hear something again? Was someone cautiously ascending the staircase? Was that a sound like the tolling of a bell? Straining forward, she listened again but heard nothing. 'cSilly,'7 she told herself, hyouire letting your imagination run away with you.', Thus comforting herself once more, she began to read. She had barely started when a noise startled her. She dropped her book and sat listening intently. The sound continued, a sort of clanging noise. lt seemed to come from the floor above. She had to know what it was. Nothing could be so bad as sitting and wondering what was about to happen. She forced her trembling legs to carry her to the foot of the stairs. Grasping the banister for support, she quietly crept up the stairs. The vibrating sound she had heard came from her room which was dark. Celia rushed in. She knew that she had to act quickly, or her boldness would desert her. Upon entering the room, she stumbled over something. A loud OW came from it. Celia snapped on the light. There was her brother Tommy on the floor ap- parently playing with her alarm clock. 4'Gee,', declared the injured Tommy, Myou donit have to kill a guy. What do you mean running in here like that? Celia could manage only a weak, mvlfhen did you come home?,' c'lVle? Oh, a little while ago. Didn't you hear me? l guess you was readinl so I came right upstairs. The guy in the 4Pitcherl was making sounds with an alarm clock sojln L'You thought you'd try it, too?', '4Yeah, boy, donit it make a spooky noisefw Celia couldn't answer that. She sent Tommy downstairs to turn off the lights. Then, in the privacy of her room, she sank exhaustedly down on her bed and shook her fist at the ghostly face reflected in her mirror, You coward you, scared by a silly alarm clock, huh? You ought to get the Carnegie award for bravery l Marion Bozzone.

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First row: Joe Cehonski, Frank Wadsworth, Robert Castle, Stanley Briggs, Charles Miller, Raymond Kimball, James Norton. Second row: Miss Parker tadviserl, Florence Cockett, Eliza- beth Fyfe, Mildred Clark, Norma Washburn, Joe Briggs, James Jordan, Gordon Green, Evelyn Parker, Vesta Avery, Dorothy Rohl, Vivian Robinson, Patricia Jones, Hazel O,Neil, Lillian Bird. Third row: Evelyn Krum, Anna Kogut, Margaret Weigel, Barbara Evans, Judith Hubbard. Pa- tricia Ward, Bernice Tanney, Betty Tuttle, Eleanor Lowell, Marjorie Jones, Peggy Donnelly, Jane Pashley, Mary Gaffney, Inez Borden, Margaret Gaffney, Edith Smith, Wanda Huszza, Pauline Fargo. Fourth row: Jack Chynoweth, Regina Allen, Mary Jones, Evelyn Champ, Ann Keehle, Rosalind Kemmerer, Edith Crandall, Gladys Morgan, Rita Allen, Gladys Wright, Fern Burdick. Fifth row: Glenn Crowe, Eugene Downey, Marietta Walling, Nancy Kehoe, Marion Robinson, Virginia Joslin, Janet Jordan, Josephine Wystozaty, Lorena Brown, Catherine Toner. Ella Jensen, Dorothy Williams, George Gohringer, Howard Weyant. Sixth row: Clifford Fargo, William Mathews, Paul Howlett, Harold Smith. TH E INTEIQNATIUNAL CCIDESDUNDENCE CLUB Gordon Green President Evelyn Parker James Jordan Vice President Vesta Avery Joseph Briggs Secretary-Treasurer Dorothy Rohl The International Correspondence Club is a new extra-curricular activity in our school. This club has as its aim the promotion of friendly relations between students of foreign countries and our own students. By means of letters written and exchanged bv the students themselves, we have established acquaintances which will bind closer the nations of the world. The International Correspondence Club was organized by Miss Parker last October, with a membership of eighty-seven. Because of this large membership, the club was divided into two groups, the boys and the girls. The work in which the club engages is very interesting. It has sent letters to twenty-nine foreign countries. Altogether the club has one hundred nine corre- spondents. Our letters are written in English. The majority of letters have been received in English although a few have been written in foreign languages. Many interesting articles have been received such as: newspapers, pictures, post cards, Japanese water colors, and Mexican ear rings. Scrap books are being made by our members to send to their foreign friends. It is hoped that the club will be able to Continue its work and find it more enjoyable as time goes on.