Schenectady High School - Shucis Yearbook (Schenectady, NY)

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Uhr Sfhurin Pickford, a most poetic young gentleman, was placed at the head of the train and again when Leland Heath wars returned with Margaret Stone as assistant, Bernard Dwyer was made banker, and Mary Barringer, keeper of the day book. Bingey's p-ipe had gone out. There was just one thin streak of golden light left in the Western sky. lt reminded the dld traveler of the nu-miber of 'the jollier members of the train who had made the journey mucfh easier for them ibut ha-d been lured away from their goal by the gold in the land of 'too Many Outside Activ- ities where, among other perils, lurked the Dancing Desert, Demon jazz, and Mystilying Mirages known as The Movies. Unconsciously Bingey started to hum a tune. He stopped to sense what the tune was-it was The Blue and XVhite , the old song -of the trail. Tlhe sonigithat had cheered them Ain their hardest toils and given them fire and spirit in their worst battles. They had suing that son-g together for the last time. Although many would still be together for some time, al- readyf some companions had pushed into the Valleys of Business and Worlidly Hazarfdis. The stories and songs, and in truth, the whole long, hard journey now lives only in their imemiories-but ithere it can never die. Dorothy f Bing-Q ham Leland Dew Ceyvj Illzrtinriir illirtinn on june '24 Heath, Heath, the son of a gun Stole a goal as away he run He got the medals and we get the cup, He'll steal a record if this keeps up. Little Miss Perry Sat on the ferry Eating a dish of ice creamg A rough neck, he spied 'er And sat down beside her, And she was too flattered to scream. Monkey, monkey, bottle o' beer How many Barringers have we here? To tell one from t'other is really an art. So we've labelled and tagged 'em to tell 'em apart. Young Bernard Dwyer Sat by the Ere, Eating an Eskimo pie. He put in his thumb And pulled out some gum And said VVhat a bright boy am Il 7

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Uhr Bhuria ilirrullrrtinnzi nf the Grail CC1ass History, .Pune 19245 As the flaming june sun -dropped slowly behirnd the high mountains of Future Problems, Bingey, the old legend teller, sat in the -door of his new- ly erected cabin made of Secondary School Knowledge wood. Although he had had to work hard to get the wood for this little cabin, it was not as good as he would have liked it to be, but the best he could do under the extremely hard circumstanices. Many who had started with 'the wagon train but had straggled along and had just arrived had far more pri-mitive cabins than he. As Bingey sat smoking his pipe, his mind wandered back over the long rough trail which he had just traversed. Once more he pictured the bustle at the 'beginning of the -trail and excitement of preparation. He re- membered how the old trail blazers, Van Cott and Abbey had counseled their excited companions and had assigned to each the duty for which he was best suited. He smiled as 'he realized how much easier things would have gone if all had more closely followed this good advice. Then came the first week of slow 'travel to get accustomed to the hard life and wait for a few who were delayett 'by weather conditions. Four hundred fifty six wagons there were in -the company when' it boldly struck out into the wild- erness. Each wagon had an allotted amount -of text book tools and prac- tical experience food supplies. There also followed the live stock of liter- ature at the very end of the train. How easy the first year of the journey, under the careful leadership of the trail blazers, Van Cott and Abbey, now seemed as he recalled the more severe hardships they had had 'to undergo before they realched their desti- nation. How absurd the terrors related by travellers who had journeyed forth in the preceding years, 'but had been detained by lack of provisions, now appeared. How definitely was pictured the evening of election jusvt before they resumed -their march, after a short sojourn in a pleasant valfley of vacati-on, when faithful Van Cott, who was returning for more travellers, gathered the companies together and commended them to the guidance of a young energetic apprentice of his art named Sarver. The general hubbub at the first election when Leland Hea-th and Mary Savage were chosen lead- ers of the train, Mary Barringer keeper of the day 'book and Bernard Cohen banker for their scanty savings, seefmed like a joke 'beside the turmoil which took place at every general assembly of the much smaller company on the last hard miles of the journey. This place was the first scene of the parting of many of the travellers who preferred the pleasant valleys of paying jobs 'to the hard journey to the Lan-d of Greater Achievements. However, compared with the losses farther along the trail it was small. A tired expression crossed Bin.gey's brow as in his mind he again forded the Rivers of Examinations and a light of spirited hatred flashed in his eyes as again he fought the fierce, frequent and blood-thirsty attacks of the Indians of the powerful Homework Tribe. The frequent wranglings in which the companies became involved flashed on Bingeyls memory. Although now they seemed like nothing and had really been done for the best interests of the whole train at the time of their 'happen-ing they had caused great changes in the aspect of the pil- grimage. By no means the least important of these was when XVilliam 6

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Uhr Sharm Little Miss Nendze 'XYent in a frenzy Because her poor dog had no bone. She went to the cupboard, Like old Mother Hubbard, But found nothing there but a Stone. Mary had a litle lamb 'Twas not a Savage beast. lt always shied at bucket shops Because it had been fleeced. Ribert, Rabert, Robert Graham Had a wife who'd not obey 'im. Once she threw a china CLIP And battered Robert's head all up! Mary Burns, Mary, Quite contrary How does your garden grow? XYith lots of boys kicking Because they want picking And bridesmaids all in a row. Senator NYise. Sat, in disguise, All by himself in the Forum. lle put in a word Which nobody heard For he alone wasn't a quorum. Diller-a-dollar You ten o'clock scholar XYhy don't you come at noon? Or, better still, with Chester Boyle- Vfhich woul'dn't be so soon. l'd tell you a story About Henry Cory, If only you wouldn't object: I'll tell you one later About Edith Slater 3- Now you have something good to ex There was a crooked man By the crooked name of Burke, XYho never earned a penny By doing crooked workg XVhen they let him loose from High Vvith his crooked wings unfurled He flew a crooked flight straight up Above this crooked world! 8 pect School