Schenectady High School - Shucis Yearbook (Schenectady, NY)

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Class History It is with mingled feelings that we anticipate the wonderful event, graduation. YVe experience regret because of the fact that our sojourn in Schenectady High School is so fast drawing to a close, and we will have to separate, leaving those two buildings which have grown dear to us during the last four years. Then again we are happy in the thought that we are about to complete a task, and finished labors are pleasant. VVhen we entered Schenectady High we were overcome with awe upon beholding the stern dignity of our teachers and the intricate turn- ings and twistings of seemingly endless halls and winding staircases. VVC were not long in' learning, however,,all the mysteries of these halls and staircases, nor in finding out that our teachers were not as unrelenting as they looked. The joy of being on the honor roll we felt then for the first-and last-time. In our Sophomore year we began to realize that we constituted a part of Schenectady High. Before that, we had hardly dared to dream of such a thing because of the decisive looks cast upon us by the upper classmen if we were brave enough to announce that we were Freshmen. The Juniors we looked up to with reverence, and the Seniors -oh! wonderful beings! VVe fairly worshipped them. VVe became Juniors ourselves in a short time and gloried in that fact. VVC delighted in saying over and over to ourselves that we' were Juniors in Schenectady High, we were in our third year. Then, suddenly, wonder of wonders, we were Seniors! Glory radiated from us. Vile stalked through the halls 'disdainful of Freshmen and all less-high classmen in general. VVQ deigned to look condescendingly on all those who were inferior to us in knowledge and less sophisticated in the ways of Schenectady High than we. Before that time class meetings had been to us tiresome bores, to be evaded whenever possible. Now in our Senior year they became interesting. VVQ are sure We do not know what we would have done without the aid of some'of the members of the class arising on those occasions and expounding to us their ideas of how to guide the graduating class in all its ways. We did not have a Junior Prom, as has been the custom with all classes, because of the conditions existing on account of the war, but our Senior Ball will justify all of that. Our class entertainment took the 4

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E221 THE 51-1UC15 EQ! VOL. XIII Established by the Class of 1900 No. 4 Looking Backward Dear classmates, the time is fast approaching, VVhen to high school we must say farewell. ' Let us survey the past again together, On our last four years let our memories dwell. VVhen as Freshmen we First came here, VVork was strange, friends ever fewg Our part in the school appeared nothing, There was so little we could do. Then as Sophmores, next as Juniors, How quickly those years seemed to pass by, And we became what once seemed mighty, Seniors of Schenectady High P, And now our last year is almost iinishedg High school days are nearly past, And we must take up Iifeis new offers, To do our part in the world at last. And so farewell, dear school of ours, Our last wish is: May happiness bless Teachers, pupils, books, lessons, All that's connected with S. H. Sf' Margaret L. Dalton, Jan? '19. 3 Q

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form of a dance held after .the first basketball game of the season. It was a novel idea, and a decided success. It was during the last term of the January Nineteen Nineteen class that the greatest war in history came to an end. j It is not in our nature to be hypocritical and say here.that We have always thought our teachers were perfectly fair with us, and that we ought to have heeded their admonitions better than we did, for that is not so. VVe will say, however, that we appreciate now all of the thought- fulness and help of our teachers, and feel that we owe to them all that we are. VVe see now that they did it for our good. VVe, the members of the graduating class of January Nineteen Nineteen look forward, then, to the future with bright hopes, ready to conquer every obstacle. Life holds out her treasures before our eyes and we go forth eager to battle for and win them. --Janet VVaddell. ,1 11..lj Class Prophecy I It was upon April l, 19410, that we, of the firm of Nicklas and Naylon, Attorneys at Law, started upon a long anticipated visit to Schenectady, our boyhood home. Arriving at the Grand Central Station, we found that our train was a few minutes late. Several others departed before ours arrived and each time the starter called out their destinations in that rapid monotone, known only to train-starters. Something familiar about him caught my eye, but for a while I was at a loss to account for it. It was not until he called our train that I had a good look at him, when I recognized him as Benjamin Silverman, an old classmate. VVe delayed a few seconds greeting him and then ran for our train, which was just pulling out as we got aboard. You gentlemen sure made it just in time a calm, dignified Pullman conductor informed us. VVe were too much out of breath to reply, but suddenly my partner dropped the bag he was holding and began to pump the conductor's arm up and down. As soon as he could speak, he exclaimed! ' 'fClarence Stirling, or I'll be dashed. How are you, anyway P He was glad to see us and after we were established in our seats we had quite a long conversation over old times. At length, however, he left us and went about collecting his fares. 5