Schuylerville Central School - Schuyler Yearbook (Schuylerville, NY)

Text from Pages 1 - 44 of the 1931 volume:

THE SCHUYLER Published by the Students of SCHUYLERVILLE HlGH SCHOOL SCHUYLERVILLE, N. Y. VOLUME V 1931 Qebication TO FRANCES B. SPENCER In sincere appreciation of all that she lias done for as history teacher, director of dramatics, and friend, we, the Staff of The Schuyler, dedicate this issue of our year hook. ADMINISTRATION BOARD OF EDUCATION James P. McGarry, President John W. Cummings, Clerk Dr. Thomas E. Bullard Amos B. Jaquith James Mealey Treasurer, J. E. Molloy Collector, Dorothy Webster School Physician, Dr. Frank Gow Attendance Officer, John Clancy CHANGES IN OUR FACULTY During the past year we have lost two fine members of our faculty. On March twenty-fourth Mrs. Susan B. Jaquith died after a short illness. She had been for many years a highly honored and much respected teacher in the eighth grade. Miss Katherine McCarty, teacher of the fifth grade, was forced by poor health to give up her position this spring. It was with sincere regret that the faculty and students learned that Miss McCarty would no longer be one of our teachers. During the remainder of the year the eighth grade has been taught by Mrs. Clarence West, while Mrs. Ross J. Hewitt has taken charge of the fifth grade. Four THE FACULTY Mr. William F. Spencer—Supervis- ing Principal. Cortland Normal; ILS. New York State College for Teachers; Cornell University— summer session; A.M. Columbia University. Miss H el ex I. S h a n x a i i a x—French. A.It. New York State College for Teachers; Cornell Summer School of Music, 1927, 1929. Miss Dorothy Lasher—Commerce. It.S. in Commerce, New York State College for Teachers. Mrs. William F. Spencer—History. Cornell Summer School; Skidmore College; It.S. New York State College for Teachers; matriculated for A.M. Columbia University. Miss Dorothy Wallace—Latin. A. It. Syracuse University. Miss E. Katherine Gibson—English. Maryland State Normal School; It.S. Colum- bia University. Mr. Verne E. Flood—Physical Edu- cation. Farmington State Normal School, Maine; It.S. Physical Education Y. M. C. A. College, Springfield, Mass. Mrs. Louise H. Wiiitenack—Music. Potsdam Normal School. Mr. William Schultz—Mathe- matics. A.It. Colgate University. Mrs. Amos Jaquith—8th Grade. Plattsburgh Normal. Miss Elizabeth Myers—7th Grade. Professional work St. Lawrence University, Canton, N. Y.; New York State College for T eachers. Mrs. Maude Xortiirup—6th Grade. New York State College for Teachers. Miss Katherine McCarty—5th Grade. Corinth Training Oars. Miss Alyce Boivin—4th Grade. Onconta State Normal; Kindergarten Pri- mary Course. Miss Alice Clancy—3rd Grade. (ienesco Normal. Miss Mary Cooney—2nd Grade. Plattsburgh Normal. Miss Mae Northrup—1st Grade. Ballston Training Class. Five Standing: Olive Jones, Sports; E. Katherine Gibson, Faculty Adviser; Mildred Haas. Junior Class; Homer Van Derwerker. Sports: Virginia Deyoe, Literary; Jane Upright, Sophomore Class; George Ellis, School Activities; Dora De- Panicis. Freshman Class. Seated: Marion Beaulac, Business Manager; Minnie Nitlty, Typing Manager: James Farrell, Senior Class; Elsie VanDenverker, Editor-in-chief; Mary Cudahy, Art; Eleanor Phillips, Humor. OUR TRIBUTE TO THE STAFF The staff of every school annual has much to do and the staff of our Schuyler is no exception. They have been faithful to their duties, in contributing to the welfare of all. At times it has seemed impossible for them to carry on for this reason or that, but they were ever courageous and did not give up. With the help of Miss Gibson and members of the student body, The Schuyler goes to press. We are sure that the whole school and also the community joins us in thank- ing them for our book. Books are keys to wisdom's treasure; Books are gates to lands of pleasure; Books are paths that upward lead; Books are friends, come, let us read. And so is this Schuyler, the best, we hope, in the history of the Schuyler- ville High School. Six Sylvia Barker, '32. AFTER GRADUATION—WHAT? The time is drawing near when we, the Senior Class of 1931, will he leaving our dear high school, and it is time for us to pause and see what the future has in store for us. Will it be success or failure? We must not be so filled with pride and the anticipation of great things that we wish to accomplish that we fail utterly to achieve the goal that we have set out for. I think that each of us has set some goal to work for; at least, we should have done this in our first year at high school and worked toward it during our four years of study there. People tell us that to become successful in any walk of life we must fix our eye on the goal and then aim straight for it. This is true to a certain extent, but high aims, alone, will not get us anywhere if we do not look after the smaller details right now. We should keep one eye on the goal and the other on what is between us and the goal. When we have succeeded in accomplishing one difficult thing we shouldn’t stop there, hut work still harder in order to accomplish another, a still more difficult task. We have had four years of work and play together and we have kept gradua- tion as our aim. Now, I think, we are bound to our teachers, who have worked so faithfully with us. to set a higher goal, and as we set out on our way alone, may we ever work to reach it. Elsie VanDerwekker, '31. OUR APPRECIATION The paper, which brought us the news that Mr. and Mrs. Spencer were leaving our school, left us with a feeling of dismay and sadness. Immediately I thought, “Why, what will the history classes of next year do without Mrs. Spencer to lead them on to correct pronunciation of French terms and to the joys of the high art. with which she so well illustrated her points of view? And. absolutely, the school could not run without Mr. Spencer.” During the days which immediately followed in school, there was an under- current of dark foreboding of the evil to come. Again and again Mrs. Spencer was assured that we could not learn history from anyone except her, although 1 doubt if some of us learned anything even from her. I suppose Mr. Spencer heard many of the same type of heart-rending stories. These were not the only roundabout ways in which they were asked to reconsider their decisions. I heard murmurings of “petitions” coming from the whispering breezes, too. Gradually, however, we became reconciled to the inevitable. Perhaps the new principal would nearly measure up to Mr. Spencer and perhaps we could learn a little history from someone besides Mrs. Spencer. I am sure we shall never forget the Spencers, and we hope that they will think of their Schuylerville students once in a while with pleasant memories; and when I say “May good luck always be with you,” I’m sure that all the high school joins with me. Esther Carlson. '32. Seven MEMORIES OF THE PAST A group of pupils known as the “Seniors,” who are about to end their happy high school days, reflect back to the dear old days when they were just beginning high school. It was on a September morn back in nineteen hundred and twenty-seven that a group of timid children, ranging in age from twelve to fifteen, assembled in the huge study hall to prepare schedules for the coming school year. It was in this same hall that we first became acquainted with our good-natured, ever-willing principal, Mr. Spencer, as well as with an almost entirely new faculty of the high school department. Our first year as freshmen ended uneventfully, as most freshmen years do. Our sophomore year followed along about the same lines except for the fact that we were a changed crowd, which means we were noisier and more sophisticated. In the junior year we worked hard to put across the annual junior prom, which turned out to be a success. As juniors we also enjoyed a picnic at Lake Sunnyside. under the guidance of .Miss Potter and Miss Lasher. We presented Miss Potter with a mesh bag as a farewell token for her kind and earnest work at S. H. S. And now comes the final lap in this four-year marathon as we enter the senior year at Schuylerville High School. At first we had to work diligently to raise funds for our Washington tour and 1 think every senior that went will agree that it was well worth the effort. Just a few more weeks before regents and then everything will be a dream for most of us. At the end of our high school career we shall leave dear old S. H. S. and go out into the world to make our living or continue our school days in college. At this time we all wish to extend our sincere thanks to Mr. Schultz, who has helped us so zealously and whom we are glad to have had with us on our tour of Washington. James Farrell, ’31. To THE CLASS OF ’3l ;wy THE CLASS OF ’34 Greetings: We. the members of the freshmen class of S. H. S., Wish you joy. wish you health and wish you happiness. You are leaving joy behind you. You are entering a new kind. May it bring you pleasant memories Of the joy you left behind. We shall miss you. our first seniors, And the scenes will oft return Of that first year at dear old Schuyler High And for you, we'll sadly yearn. With the last and loving message— And true hope it does not lack— May you always he sincere and true To the Orange and the Black. Light Leslie Barker. Donald McCarty Don is president of our class; We'll think of him as the years do pass. Marion Pratt Marion s really quite a belle; For her one of our 1 . G. s fell. William Esmond William s working day by day; All his knowledge sometime will pay. Virginia Deyoe Virginia is good in all her work: Never her duties will she shirk. Kathryn Reed Kate is one of our very best sports. Never looking for any es- corts. La w r en c e V en n Larry 's sheik of Schuyler ville High; He gets the girls, and how. oh my! Minnie Nulty Minnie is typist of our class; There ’s no doubt but that she will pass. v Nine James Farrell Jim, in French, was pretty good; We’d do as well if we only could. Olive Jones Olive s jolly and full of fun. In basketball much fame she ’s won. Kenneth Craig Ken is leaving Schuylervillc High, Basketball honors over him fly. Fritz Varney Fritz is really full of fun. Our sincere friendship he has won. Luella Brown Luella is quiet and rather shy. But we’re always sure that she’ll get by. Ernest Greenwood Ernie ’s quite a busy fellow: In sports or studies he ’s never yellow. Nellie Wilcox Nellie ’s dieting, growing thin; Soon she'll be nothing hui bones and skin. Leon Fremont Leon ’s working most of the time And he ’s one of the best athletes you’ll find. 4 Ten Gf.orge Ellis George is quiet, never a peep, But, you must remember, “Still water runs deep.” Eleanor Phillips Eleanor is always upon her feet; In basketball she can’t be beat. Frederick Carlson Fred we always heard was shy. But now we know it s all a lie. Elsie VanDerwerker Elsie is our editor-in-chief; There can’t be a better one is our belief. Thomas Walsh Tommy a football star will be; He 's got the height and heft, you see. Marion Beaulac lion is going to answer a call. But not forever in basket- ball. Homer VanDerwerker Ilomer ’s manager of the boys’ basketball teams And always doing his part it seems. Eleven WASHINGTON TRIP On Friday afternoon, April 3rd, a small group began to gather in front of the school at about 3:30. Of course you don’t have to be told—it was the seniors about to start on their Washington tour. By 4 o'clock goodbyes were said, pupils and luggage crowded into cars, and we were off for Saratoga. There was a small delay in Saratoga, but when the train did arrive, again goodbyes were said to parents and friends who had accompanied us this far on our journey. In Albany we boarded the sleeper and it seemed that then, and only then, did we really start on our Great Adventure. Sleeping on the cars was rather a novelty to most of us and there wasn’t much sleeping enjoyed. All night long one could hear giggles or voices calling from one end of the car to the other. Our first sight of Washington was rather depressing. It was about 7 o’clock in the morning and a low fog or mist seemed to be settling over the city. But it took more than that to dampen our spirits. While we were there we visited some beautiful places and gazed on impressive sights, such as the Congressional Library at night, the National Museum, the Smithsonian Institution, Bureau of Printing and Engraving, Pan-American Build- ing. Annapolis and the Naval Academy, the Monastery, Mt. Vernon, the Wash- ington Monument, the Lincoln Memorial, the Capitol and the White House. But don’t think that we went around the city viewing everything with awe- stricken manner. We had our own good times. I don't think anyone will ever forget Mr. Schultz being taken for one of the boys and ordered out of the girls’ room, or the difficulty of trying to eat ice cream with nail files and paper drinking cups. Some of the boys bad difficulty finding their pajamas, but they were finally located under the davenport covers. Fred Carlson knows the difficulty of trying to sleep on a bed covered with cracker crumbs. On our way to New York we stopped in Philadelphia and made a tour of that city in buses, stopping only at Independence 11 all to see the Liberty Bell. Roxy’s in New York is nice and provided good entertainment, but it was not enough to keep a group of seniors awake after being up most of the night before and traveling all day. The seniors agree unanimously that this trip is well worth working for and wish to take this opportunity to thank all those who in any way made it possible. Marion Beaulac, ’31. T wclve CLASS PROPHECY By a most fortunate twist of fate. I one day chanced to meet a most accom- plished medium, who had positive control over the revelations of future happen- ings. Seating myself comfortably with a pencil and several sheets of paper, for 1 knew the magnitude of my task, I set out diligently to copy with the utmost care the events as they were revealed to me in the crystal. I perceived immediately the crystal ball turning round and round. The spiritualist advised me to watch closely. I did, and what should come before my eyes but just what I was looking for, a resume of the future of my dear classmates of S. H. S. I was not surprised at the portrayal of the future of Tommy Walsh. He was revealed to me as a football coach of the University of Southern California. Marion Beaulac had achieved considerable repute in the business world as a stenographer. Kathryn Reed likewise was a stenographer of no mean ability. James Farrell, I was told, had at last become the owner of a large bake shop. I recalled at once his experience in the work during his high school days. Ernie Greenwood was the owner of a growing meat market. I remembered that he was eminently qualified for that occupation. In his high school days he had begun his career in Campbell’s meat market. Elsie VanDerwerker had achieved distinction in the realm of teaching. George Ellis, one of the deep thinkers of the school, was, naturally enough, a noted scientist and one of America’s most careful chemists. Fred Carlson was doing remarkable work in the field of electrical engineering. Fritz Varney, always a would-be sheik, had tried for some time to crash the movies, but always with the same result, failure. Eleanor Phillips had entered upon the career of a housewife, which had thus far proven successful. William Esmond had developed into a powerful professor. His teaching was forceful, convincing, and altogether straight-forward. Homer VanDerwerker. who was still the hard worker of former years, had achieved success as a cartoonist. Olive Jones was now realizing a life-long ambition as a basketball coach. Leon Fremont was the chief bookkeeper of one of the great chain stores of the country. The crystal ball divulged that Lawrence Venn was, at that time, a well known dentist. Minnie Nulty was in her element, teaching commercial subjects in the new and bigger S. H. S. Virginia Deyoe was doing a wonderful work as a school teacher in the rural districts. Marion Pratt, aside from being a housewife, taught a large group of children their A B C’s. Luella Brown was doing a splendid piece of work as a commercial teacher. Nellie Wilcox was revealed to me as a Physical Education teacher, being an excellent one at that. Donald McCarty, the crystal stated, was then a powerful and expressive lawyer. Having seen this, I had seen all. and bidding the kindly spiritualist adieu. I came hack to the present day again. Olive Jones, ’31. Thirteen THE CHARM SCHOOL Here is a typical night of rehearsing for the play. Mrs. Spencer is waiting impatiently for the members of the cast to arrive. One by one they finally walk in, in no hurry whatever. Soon we start rehearsing and we hear such commands as these from the director: “Speak more loudly and distinctly; get placed, do not wander around so much; put more expression on your faces; put more motion in your parts.’’ And then we are told to go through that last scene just once more. It is always just once more, hut in reality it usually becomes many times more. “What is all that noise?” Mrs. Spencer asks. Oh. it’s only the rest of the cast enjoying themselves while we labor through our parts,” comes the answer. We always had the satisfaction that their turn would come next, and thus it went on every night. The night of the play has arrived. Every one has come much too early, and quite excited. Their big night has come. Everyone looks in the mirror for perhaps the hundredth time to sec if his hair is combed just right. Mrs. Spencer is putting the finishing touches on us. Two of us have moustaches fixed on. We do not dare smile for fear the skin will crack. We are ready to begin at last. The lights in the hall are dimmed, the curtain is pulled. We have a moment of stage fright as we look out into a sea of glaring eyes. We go through our parts as if in a dream. The play is finally finished and we are congratulated. Soon the whole thing is past history and forgotten. Frederick Carlson, ’31. TO THE SENIORS OF S. H. S. When you have some extra ambition, You don’t know how to use; Just tackle a chapter of Caesar, And find out all the news; ’Bout Ca:sar and all his Gallic Wars, About Ciesar in Brittany, About Orgetorix and all his woes, And about Caesar’s war with Bellovaci. Of course you may get stuck a bit, But don’t worry about that at all; Just pass right on up to the next, And let the hard one go. So, seniors, when you are old. so old, That you don’t know what to do. Just brush your memory with Ca sar a bit. And make believe that that was you. Grace Russell, ’33. Fourteen JUNIOR CLASS ON TO THE SENIOR ROOM Early in October, the junior class met for the purpose of electing officers. Several times we voted for each officer, and since the boys outnumber the girls, the officers elected are: President—James Cochrane. Vice-President—Warren Coonrad. Secretary—Thomas Clancy. Treasurer—James Hoey. Business Manager—Joseph DeGrechie. Not long after that another meeting was held, this time for the purpose of setting the amount to he paid as dues. This was decided on and nearly all have paid their dues. In November the class signed a contract with the Redpath Chautauqua for the Lyceum program for next year. The class has had the honor this year of having the editor-in-chief of the “Old Saratoga Post,” as well as the business manager of that publication. Our scholastic standing has ranked as high as last year. One quarter we boasted of eight of the sixteen on the honor roll. Our latest plans are for a junior prom some time in the near future. We are all looking forward to next year when we shall he seniors. The juniors take this opportunity to thank Mr. Spencer and his staff for the joy they have provided for us. We regret that our principal is leaving, hut it is the earnest hope of each member of the class of ’32 that when he leaves, he leaves with fond memories of his sojourn with us. Mildred Haas, '32. Sylvia Barker, ’32. Fifteen SOPHOMORES THE SOPHOMORE CLASS “All aboard!’’ was the cry, the sails were hoisted, and the small vessel started merrily off on its voyage through the sophomore year. The sea is much rougher this year, and many of our members have been forced to change their rose colored glasses to more serious ones. After a few weeks of nonchalant drifting. Miss Shannahan. our class adviser, called a meeting. Ye emerged from a very hectic hour, with Francis Chase as captain, Alice Smith as first mate. Susan Jensen as log keeper, Leona Bennett as business manager and Carol Mosher as treasurer. The sun is slowly setting on this year. The junior port can be faintly seen in the hazy future, and as we gaze backward for a few moments we shall see a very successful year. We have been working hard; some have been playing hard; and in between we inserted a gym frolic, our first attempt at providing a little enjoyment, and I may say. a very successful one. Everyone lias done bis best in sports and studies. The honor roll and basketball teams have been not lacking in ambitious sophomores. And now as the ship begins to feel the first tremors of the approaching storm of the finals, faces begin to straighten and solemnize, books are being dusted and brains also. For when we emerge from the storm with sails torn and crew weary we want no empty places. So here is a toast to the sophomore class of ’33: May every one win the battle and all be juniors together! Jane Upright, ’33. Sixteen FRESHMEN FRESHMAN CLASS Success! is what the freshman class is seeking. Although there are some who have wasted half of the year foolishly, there is still an opportunity for them. That is. if they put forth some real speed. Most of us have been loyal to our daily tasks. W'e hope to have more cooperation next year and by doing so thus accomplish a great deal more than we have already accomplished. In the latter part of September, we organized our class. President, Oscar Slade. Vice-President, Barbara Potter. Secretary, Gladys Hughes. Business Manager, Anthony De Grechie. Adviser, Miss Gibson. Athough we are only freshmen and are often termed “green,” we, with the cooperation of the rest of the classes, hope to he more loyal to our daily tasks the remaining high school years. Dora De Panicis, '34. Seventeen MY IDEAL SCHOOL Tt is located in the city of Fun. in the land of Fantasy. Not long ago I visited it in a dream. 1 entered the school through a door of white. Inside was a reception room with pretty ferns and plants in the many windows, and overstuffed chairs and davenports. In this room I learned that 1 might await my guests, if 1 should have any, without fear of a spying eye. Farther on I found the office. It was as neat as any one could wish, with nice wicker chairs to sit in while waiting. The classrooms reminded me of living rooms. In all the rooms I found the feathered songsters of the air. There were also radios for use whenever desired. Candy, carbonated water, and small cakes were in evidence. The rooms always had a cool refreshing feeling, never too hot nor too cold. Amidst this luxury how much would we learn ? Without teachers, with much fun. All our lessons would be won. Never a care, never a fear. Always happy, throughout the year. With comfy chairs and tables round. Blue and rose, for a background. Lessons learned, well and fine, What fun, if these were only mine. I'd have a nice big armchair, And work through all the days so far, Sunshine ever, sadness never, Don’t you wish we all were clever? If these were ours What would we do? I don’t know, So I ask you. Sylvia Barker, '32. Kighteen “THE OLD SARATOGA POST” Once a month, the students and townspeople turn eagerly to the last page of “The Schuylerville Standard.” It is there that the “Old Saratoga Post” lives, telling one and all of the latest activities of the school. This paper usually pays us eight very interesting visits during the school year. The senior class was responsible for the first visit and will be responsible for the last one. The junior, sophomore and freshman English classes have all had their share of the responsibility and they have helped to make it a great success. This paper made its entrance into our school life in 1929 and for the last two years has been very popular. It has attempted to give the townspeople news of the school and to get them interested in our activities. We hope it has accomplished its purpose. The students may express their thoughts and opinions in this paper. Everyone has a chance to contribute articles and everyone is encouraged to do so. The “Old Saratoga Post” has been very interesting to us and we hope it may continue to be so in the future. As the new classes come and the old ones go. we heartily wish that they will keep up the visits of the “Old Saratoga Post” and make it better and better as the school years go by. Nellie Wilcox, '31. OUR LIBRARY What a wonderful thing it is to have a library in the school. I have been in schools where they did not have a library and it seemed like a good friend missing. There are many things that books can do. They can teach us lessons: they tell us of things and customs of other countries; they raise the hair on our heads, and sometimes make us jump with excitement when we read pirate, detective and adventure stories. Sometimes we get clammy and sweaty and little chills chase each other up and down our backbones when we read ghost stories. We have to laugh when we read about guinea pigs riding in a toy motor truck. We also receive lessons in patriotism when we read the thrilling tales of the exploits of war which our country has done. All these things books can do for us. They are all to be found in our library. Sometimes as I read books they bring to my mind, beautiful and many, the pleasant memories of home, and they comfort me when I think that I have been and am now three thousand miles away from home. Here is my latest comforter and I am happy once more because of a library book. And now as we sum up we find just a few things a library can do, cheer us up. make us laugh, make us feel clammy and excited, and teach us lessons. There are many more but they will have to be hunted up some other time. Fred Campion, '34. Nineteen GLEE CLUB Every Monday afternoon at precisely 3:15 o’clock a great tumbling noise is heard to resound through the massive halls of dear old S. H. S. It certainly is plain enough that today the glee club meets. Pellmell, down the stairs we run, down to the gym, where we find Mrs. Whitenack waiting for us. The roll is called by the secretary, after which we try our best to settle down, and center our attention on our director, who is patiently waiting with her baton raised to begin. We have been trying as hard as possible to set our minds upon two very appropriate songs to be sung at the Baccalaureate service. Practice makes perfect and therefore we should be able to sing well enough so that the people might know what it ’s all about. Mrs. Whitenack becomes terribly disgusted with us at times, and she is hardly to be blamed, because often we do sound hopeless. But workers reap their reward, so let us hope that our cloud will have a silver lining. Rose DeJuan. THRIFT CLUB Every Wednesday the grade children bring their pennies, nickels, and dimes, for Wednesday is Thrift Day at Schuylerville. The Thrift Club was organized in 1927 and had a good response for two years. Then High School students did not take to the project so keenly and were dropped from competition this year. Miss Lasher and commercial students collect the money, two students being assigned to a grade. To add to the interest in competition, two banners are awarded each wek. A large red banner is awarded to the grade having the highest percentage of students depositing savings. The first and eighth grades have each won this banner seven times this year. A green banner is awarded to the grade having deposited the largest amount. The seventh grade has won this banner eighteen times. Grade seven has contributed the most money, having deposited about seventy-five dollars. The Thrift Club teaches the pupils to save their money, and gives them a bank account which will help them later on. Toward the end of the school year, the commercial students who act as collectors have a picnic at Lake Sunnyside or Round Lake, to reward them for their services. George Ellis, ’31. ONE WAY TO STUDY GEOGRAPHY Our seventh grade received a letter from the seventh grade in Delano, Minne- sota. sometime in March. They wanted an exhibit from every State in the United States. In a letter which we sent them, we told them we wondered why they wrote to Schuylerville instead of one of the larger places in New York State. They replied, saying they wanted to send to villages having a population of about one thousand so they selected Schuylerville. They sent us an exhibit consisting of a small sample package of wheat, a piece of granite, some pussy willows and a pine cone. We plan to send them an exhibit on pulp paper, a smaller exhibit on apples and a map of our county show- ing the location of Schuylerville. Our exhibit for them is not ready yet, but we hope it will soon be ready to mail. T wenty Catherine Turcotte, Seventh Grade. GYM CLASSES The bell rings and a frantic rush is made for the locker room. Who will be there first? At length we hear such remarks as, “I hope we play basketball today, don’t you?’’ “Where ’s my middie?” “Anybody got any extra sneaks?” Who’s got my gym bloomers?” Down the stairs they go to dress. After about five minutes they’re up-stairs again. As they enter they see Mr. Flood calmly shooting a few baskets. “Already now; line up.” Then lie chooses the teams and they start. This all takes place in winter months, but with the coming of Spring we go outside and play baseball. We think some day we may have star teams in both sports. These many sports are for some good purposes. First, they keep us healthy, strong and sturdy. Second, they teach us how to play together. In concluding we wish only to say that we shall miss Mr. Flood very much, and as he goes we wish him good luck. Virginia Deyoe, ’31. INTERCLASS BASKETBALL LEAGUE Interclass rivalry ran high in S. H. S. during the year 1930-31. Many argu- ments remain unsettled, but the controversy surrounding basketball abilities is definitely settled. The class of 1932, or this year’s junior class, are champions. The opening night of play found the juniors downing the seniors with the score of 40-22, while the sophomores’ rally came too late against the post gradu- ates, who emerged victorious 20-15. The P. G.’s then downed the seniors and freshmen in close, hard fought encounters. The freshmen fell once more before the upper class attack: this time the juniors were responsible, to the tune of 45-18. The crucial game, without which no league is complete, found two undefeated teams primed and ready for the test to determine the much talked about interclass championship. The P. G.’s started fast, as was their habit, but gradually came back to a cautious pace. The juniors played careful hall, taking no chances with the grade, and finally won the bunting by defeating Captain Flood’s ’30 warriors, 31-21. The tournament officials presented no trophy, so the series was played for the fun rather than the gain. Clean sportsmanship was apparent in every game. The teams who were so unfortunate as to lose knew how to take a defeat, and the victorious teams knew how to win and rest tactfully on their laurels. James Hoey, ’32. T wcnty-one SCHOOL PARTIES Oh, what fun this sophomore year lias been for all of us. First we had a Hallowe’en party; this was for the high school and what fun and what costumes. The prizes were awarded to James Cochrane for the most original, Janies Hoey for the funniest, and Carol Mosher for the most beautiful. We hoped to have a sleigh ride, hut our hopes were in vain. And then what excitement! rumors of a gym frolic. And sure enough we had the party. The boys wore their old suits and the girls wore their gym clothes. There were girls’ and boys’ basketball games that lasted ten minutes each, and then the winners of the boys and the winners of the girls played, but of course the boys ran away with the score. Then there was the suit case race and then the asking of questions and answering them with some foolish answers. And then the eats! We were all half starved. But afterward we had to go home and oh, how we all dreaded to leave. But every cloud has a dark side, and now we are waiting for another gym frolic. Much of the success of this party is due to Miss Shannahan and Mr. Schultz. Sue Jensen, ’33. TRIP TO ALBANY The day dawned dark and gloomy, but what was to happen ? Oh, the trip to Albany, to be made by our biology class. Although it rained, we did not mind very much, as the bus was warm and comfortable. We arrived in Albany without any mishaps and we were soon looking at the interesting relics which the Education Building contains. After spending about two hours looking at the birds, flowers, butterflies, animals, skeletons, Indians and beads, we ventured further into the rain and ran for the bus, where we ate our lunch. After that we visited the new State Building, where we were taken by an elevator to the top to view the city from a point which many of the pupils described as “up in the clouds.’’ After standing in the puddles which rapidly collected from the rain, we descended and walked through the subway to the Capitol, where we saw the Assembly and the Senate in session. From there we went to a museum that contains antiques. Inside are some pieces of furniture that were used at the time of our great-great-grandparents. In the upper part of the building are beautiful lace shawls and jewels. But what interested us most were two Egyptian mummies, which were still wrapped in the clothing which was put on them years ago. Ethel Fowler, ’34. Twenty-two TOUCHDOWN OR BREAKDOWN It is a wonderful October day with the leaves the color of scarlet and gold, and a hint of winter in the air. Our scene opens in one of the three parts into which Gaul is said to have been divided way back in fifty-four B. C. A glorious panorama unfolds before our eyes and we see the stands crowded with people. In the east of the great horseshoe Rome’s imperial band is crashing out martial music. A portly senator waves his arms and ten thousand rooters bellow incoherent phrases in perfect unison. In the western part of the stadium the motley crowd of the Helvetians eat peanuts, and discuss return of prosperity. A simultaneous crash of sound from both sides announces the arrival of the teams which come trotting on the freshly marked field. High up in the observation tower especially built for this occasion the radio announcer and camera men survey the scene of the coming struggle. Captains Caesar and Dumnorix meet in the center of the field for the toss up while cops and motorcycles clear the field of bearded Gauls in horned derbies and coonskin togaed senators in high heeled rubber boots. The teams are lined up; the legionnaires of Rome in iron helmets, nail studded boots, and kilts; the Helvetii in whiskers, cross garters and leather vests; the referee in white shorts, short fur toga, and with his cranium shaved and gilded. This latter precaution is taken for protection. They’re off! The ball is kicked. Caesar interferes for Clodius and Catiline, and Cicero makes a forty-yard run. He ’s tackled and the teams come to a deadlock in the middle of the field. Score, first quarter, 0 to 0. Score, second quarter, 0 to 0. Score, third quarter, 0 to 0. Score, fourth quarter, 0 to 0. until in the last minute of play Cicero grabs a forward pass from Lucius Cotta and handing it to Caesar takes out two peeved Helvetii. Ctesar, finding the ball in bis hands, tucks it under bis arm and runs. Ten! Thirty! Fifty yards to a touchdown. With angry shouts the rooters of the Helvetii drown out the ending gun and storm the Roman stands. Rome retaliates and the curtain falls on a swirling, swarming, struggling mass of angry men. Johnny stood up and rubbed bis sleepy eyes. With a start and a sigh he dropped the book, “The Fighting Fullback,” to the floor and with a lugubrious expression in his eyes picked up a small black volume entitled “Caesar in Gaul.” James Cochrane, '32. Twenty-three A DESCRIPTION OF A COLONIAL HOTEL Overlooking the lower end of Lake Champlain, situated in the middle of a steep hill, stands an old decayed colonial hotel. Large trees keep the sunlight from the front entrance, while weeds and underbrush have grown around it. The outside of the building is weather-beaten and gray in color. The four round pillars show us that it was constructed in the Revolutionary days. Judging from its condition, we are certain that it has been deserted many years. The boards creak under us as we enter. On our right is a large reception room with a marble fireplace in the farther hall. Across the hall is another room from which we are able to see the lake. The kitchen and workshops are located in the rear. On the upper two floors are the bed chambers. Scraps of wall paper can be seen in different places. The floors are littered with paper, broken furni- ture, and plaster. In many places the floors are unsafe. We are glad to get out into the sunshine after exploring that forsaken place. Ernest Provost, 32. OWA TAGOO SIAM I stepped onto the escalator and entered the museum amid a tumult of emo- tions. It happened that there was a revolving door, the trap sprung, and I was caught inside. I found, however, that there were other captives and began to renew old acquaintances. The first person I encountered was a little lady who had been at one time a dressmaker's model. There were two others with her. friends perhaps. Here was a face that seemed familiar! Who could she be? Why, it couldn’t be, why yes, it certainly was! My, what a change! What could have happened to her hair? Now I knew the secret of her exquisite beauty—she had worn a wig in the years gone by. Traffic was jammed—it was almost impossible to step through. There were vehicles of all sorts—miniature carriages, wagons, ponies, automobiles, fire engines, and even trains in the clustered section. Finally I reached the art gallery. It certainly is a shame the way these modern folks neglect to visit such places. Here I renewed old friendships. I was alone except for an ex-soldier, who had lost a leg, perhaps in some battle, and who was on guard. The pictures took my fancy and I spent some time scrambling about. How uncomfortable that lady must feel wearing such a high collar. She appeared almost choked. My! what a small bodice that woman has, and such portly hips. I vow that girl wishes those tresses were bobbed. Can you imagine wearing such a beard as that elderly gentleman has? If 1 were his wife, in about two snips of the shears I “would end it all.” Why here is little Percival, “the dear child in his pretty velvet suit.” Oh, what bushy eyebroks that man has! I wonder if this is his wife? I’ll guarantee that she is “monarch of all she surveys.” Now I found myself in the library where there were volumes and volumes of books written in fine print. Here could be found atlases, magazines, newspapers, journals, and books of reference. There was the furniture department, with elaborate chandeliers swinging in space, bedsteads, tables, and chairs. Over further was the music department, with a roller organ and miniature piano in prominence. There were also drums, cornets, flutes, horns, harmonicas, and all kinds of sheet music to be found. In the millinery department was a perfectly charming hat—a pheasant gave up its life to grace its crown—on display. In my wanderings, last of all, I came to the express office where numerous trunks, suitcases, and all sorts of baggage was scattered about. These reminded me that it was time to depart, and with reluctance I closed the door on my attic friends. Mary H. Cudahy, ’32. Twenty-four MY ATLANTIC TRIP April 21, 1928. What a hurry and bustle! About noon we started for Southampton in the little twelve-passenger coach. When we got there, we went to a friend's house for the night. At one o'clock the next day we set sail for the United States. We stopped at France to pick up passengers, mail, and freight; then we started out over the ocean. hor six days and six nights the Berengaria” thrust herself through the waves of the Atlantic. On the third day of the trip we saw another steamer with whistles blowing and band playing. It was then I began to get seasick. On the fourth da)' we saw some whales in the water, and on the sixth day we saw New York. This was the happiest moment of my trip. We passed the lightship. Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island. At last we docked at nine o’clock P. M. I got off the boat at about ten o’clock. We went around the city for a while. At last we went to bed in a New York hotel, tired, nearly exhausted, but happy. Fred Campion, '34. HITCH-HIKING As you stand there in the pouring rain feeling very downcast and gloomy, you wonder why you did it. Here you are with wet clothes sticking to you and in danger of catching cold and yet you thought that yours was an exceptionally fine idea, when you announced to your mother that you were going “hitch-hiking.” You left the house whistling and with a spring in your walk that denoted long endurance, but much to your consternation you find it was false strength and hope that you derived from your afternoon nap. The wonderful dream of beautiful valleys and nature's wonders that so easily could be seen and realized from hitch-hiking is slowly passing away like a burning stick upon which the flames lived and thrived hungrily, then flickered, wavered, and went out. You! A great big healthy boy letting such a little thing as your thoughts and wild dreams lead you into such an uncomfortable, if not serious, situation as this. If it had been a friend who had induced you, you might have taken out your spite on him. Well, when you have sputtered and fumed until your throat is dry and you are lacking for words, you turn slowly around and plod along through the mud and telling the world in general that if anyone would like to try your foolhardy experience, he should remember to bring his raincoat. Everything is bound to have two sides to it. That means you can turn it wrong side out, and clouds are no exception. Alden Burnett, '32. Twenty-five OUR CLOAK ROOM The cloak rooms of our school are scenes of many interesting incidents; of lamentations, joys, griefs, flatteries, and various other emotions which would he extremely interesting for any one to see and hear. If the four green frictioned walls, the skylight and the lockers, the floor, or even the mirror of the girl's locker room could talk, how interesting would he their tales ! How one would laugh until he cried at their antics! How the lockers must ache from impatient pulls and slams! How the walls would shake with laughter i f they only could! I will attempt to put into words some of the everyday occurrences, and to give some idea of the conversation of careless schoolgirls. Every morning as the thick door is pushed open the pusher is greeted with hello's. “Hello, Grade!” “Hello, Annie and everybody!” “Oh, gee, I forgot the combination for this darn thing!” “What is it, Marion?” “4213. “Oh yeah, thanks.” “Anyone got a comb?” “Here comes Hacon Hill. “Who told you you could monopolize that mirror?” “Peek-a-boo, Sylvia. Who won last night.' “Oh your dress is darl—” “1678, 1678, what happened in 1678?.Pile Petition of Rights wasn't it ?” “Oh that’s right—” “When my hair has turned to silver— won’t you love me just the same?” “What's the matter? did you swallow a frog?” “How was Geometry ?” “Oh, it was wicked—I guess I better st—” “Girls, girls, less noise, go to your home rooms.” “1628, 1628, the Petition of Ri—” Darn this locker!” “What’s the matter, honey?” “I flunked algebra; boo-hoo.” “There, don’t cry.” “Where’s Miss Lasher?” “She’s ou—” “Girls, girls, do be quiet”—“and she said mine was wonderful and that all of them are so light and full of life, she sa—” “I’ve got ten minutes to do my geometry in.” “Gang away. “Is that the last bell?” “See you in Casar.” “How do you like etymology? “Eta Mology, is she a new girl in school?” “What’s she look like?” “What a name!” “Oh, you stupid, weren't you in Latin class yesterday?” “I am going out tonight, tomorrow night, Friday and Satu—” “There, that is the last bell.’ “1 do wish it would keep still.” And so for a minute or two quiet reigns in the cloak room, but year after year, day after day, the cloak room, steeped with girlish voices, overflowing with girlish figures, and rank with slang, remains its same stolid self. May it always he so. I wonder if, when in years to come, some incident will bring a vivid picture of the cloak room to us, we shall laugh and cry as we live once more in memory of those happy days of yore. Ruth Esmond, ’33. T wenty-six CENDRILLON (Adapted) II y avait une fois un gentilhomme qui epousa en secondes noces une femme tres mediante. Elle avait deux filles. Le mari avait de son premier manage une jeune joli fille douceur. La belle mere qui gouvernait son mari, charge a la pauvre enfant des plus viles occupations de la maison. La jeune fille souffrait tout avec patience. Lorsqu' elle avait fait son out rage, elle allait s'asseoir dans les cendres. On 1’appelait Cendrillon. Cependant Cendrillon etait plus belle que ses soeurs. II arriva que le fils au roi donna un bal et les deux soeurs furent invitees. Enfin l'heureux jour arriva. Cendrillon coiffa ses soeurs parfaitement. Apres quee les deux soeurs etaient partees, Cendrillon se mit a pleurer. Sa marraine qui etait fee vint et demanda pourquoi elle pleurait. Cendrillon lui repondit. La fee lui demanda chercher une citrouille, six souris un gros rat et six lezards. Cen- drillon les apporta. Sa marraine froppa la citrouille de sa baguette et elle fut cbangee en un beau carosse. Ensuite elle frappa les six souris et iis furent cbangees en beaux chevaux. Puis elle toucha de sa baguette le gros rat et il fut change en un gros cocher. Elle changea enfin les six lezards en laquais. La fee toucha alors Cendrillon avec sa baguette et en metne temps ses habits furent changes en des habits de (trap d'or et d'argent. Elle lui donna aussi une paire de pantoufles de verre. Quand Cendrillon fut paree elle monta en carrosse. La marraine lui recommanda de ne pas rester au bal apres menuit parce'que si elle demeurait au bal un moment de plus touts reprendraient leur premiere forms. Elle la promit, et elle partit tres heureuse. Le fils dit roi courut la recevoir parce qu’elle etait aussi belle. II dansa avec elle. Tout le monde l’admirait. Quand elle entendit sonne onze heures trois quarts, elle fit une grande rever- ence tres vite. Quand elle arriva cliez elle, elle remercia sa marraine et exprima le desir de retourner le lendemain au bal. i .e lendemain Cendrillon retourna au bal encore. En dansant avec le fils du roi, elle oublia le temps et bientot elle entendit sonner douze heures. Elle courut du bal et dans sa precipitation elle perdit un de ses pantoufles de verre. Le fils ;iu roi courut apres elle mais il ne pouvait pas la trouver mais il trouva la pantoufle de verre. Le lendemain, le fils du roi annonca qu’il epouserait le fille dont le pied Twenty-seven serait bien juste a la pantoufle. Beaucoup tie filles commencerent a l'essayer niais inutilement. On la porta cliez les deux soeurs de Cendrillon. Elies ne pouvaient pas entrer leur peid dans la pantoufles. Enfin Cendrillon l’essaya. 11 vit qu’il y entrait sans peine et que la pantoufle etait toute juste. On mena Cendrillon chez le jeune prince. II la trouva encore plus belle que jamais, et il l’epousa. On deraeurent heureusement toutes les fois apres. WlNNOGENE CrOMIE, ’32. UNE NUIT EN AFRIQUE (Adapted) Un jour Tommy Walsh et Francis Farrell voyageaient en Afrique; e'est un pays de mechants gens qui n'aiment personne. La ils se trouvent a la table de charbonnier. Ils ont mange et bu—quand le souper etait fini, on les a laisses. Leurs botes se couchaient en bas, et ils se couehaient dans la chambre haute oil ils ont mange. La nuit s’etait deja passee entiere tranquillement, et Tommy tout a coup, a entendu ati-dessous l’hote et sa femme parier et se disputer; il a ecoute et a distingue parfaitement ces mots du mari, “Faut-il les tuer tous deux?” A quoi la femme repondit, “Oui,” et il n'entendit plus rien. Il est reste respirant a peine et son corps froid comme un marbre. Au bout d’un quart d’heure, il entendit sur l’escalier quelqu’un. Le mari montait. sa femme apres lui. la porte a ouvert et il est entre avec son couteau dans les dents et venu au lit; d’une main il prend son couteau et de l’autre—ah! il saisit un jamhon qui pendait au plafond, il a coupe un morceau et se retire comme il etait venu. Le jour prochain la famille vint les eveiller. On apporte un dejeuner tres bon. Tommy et Francis a compris maintenant ces terribles mots—“Faut-il les tuer tous deux.” Olive Jones, ’31. Twenty-eight ELASTIC ENERGIES If a person wanted to apply a term which would cover the students of our high school, he would have to find one filled with elastic adaptations. It would have to he so adapted as to take in all kinds and ages, to he able to describe the people who are found in our high school. It is said that the average person meets every type of human being, the spiritually minded, the atheist, the indifferent, and the pessimistic versus the optimistic. It is with these various kinds or “breeds” of human beings that this article will deal. Surely the spiritually minded need some praise. They justly deserve it, for their lot is hard to bear in the modern high school. They receive the sneers and rebukes of all others who are not affected by the educational and cultural emphasis of high school. They don’t know which channel to take, or which atti- tude towards life to adopt. They are suspicious and have a right to he. But this is not an apology for the religionists, for we all have more or less of religion, but just a casual view of what the spiritually minded have to put up with—those things showered upon the Founder of Christianity. Then come the atheists, or those without God, therefore without religion, other than socialism. They are noted for having no spiritual lives, no lives of ambition or hope, hut only the half-hearted wish or desire that they may get a job after the stormy days of high school are over. Perhaps there are some who went to Washington this year and looked at the Washington Monument, Lincoln Memorial, and the Library of Congress without feeling the greatness and grandness of God. When a person is to give a summary of the lives of the indifferent of our high school, the question immediately arises as to what particular phase of life these persons are indifferent about. At first, I should say, about getting knowl- edge of things educational and practical. The real truth of the question, too, is that they are not bent upon getting experience for the life which is just ahead. They simply wander through the school year, dreaming and dreaming. They dream of nothing spiritual, aesthetic, educational, practical, or of any future value. When we come to those natures, mainly optimism and pessimism combatting, we think of a day when the blue is combatting the dark clouds in the heavens, now one and now another gaining but neither showing any particular advantage. If one could drop in on a conversation of two of this “breed, it would run some- thing like this: “Well, so and so. I doubt whether many will pass this term in History; they all seem so lacking in history facts. Anyhow I don't give a snap whether I get through or not, but I would like to pass.” What a combination of dispositions. One striving to gain victory over the other, but underlying always that one ambition “to get through.” As a summary, I should say that the future success of our high school de- pends upon leadership, both lay and professional. If we are so fortunate next year as to secure such leaders as the present leaders of our high school classes, or such professional generals as we have had this year, we need not worry about the morale of our students. Should we he so unfortunate as not to secure these leaders, the result will be fatal. We appreciate good leaders, we love them, and even underneath it all. cherish them. With all truth, we may say that we have had them. Our one hope is that we may have them in the future to guide these different “breeds” to the ideal. C. Kilmer Myers, 34. Twenty-nine A COMMON PUBLIC NUISANCE Every city, town, and village on the face of the sphere has one of these creatures. They are either feminine or masculine and there is little to choose between the sexes. They lurk in the most unexpected places, ready to spring forth and spoil the day of any citizen by overshadowing his intelligence. These pests are commonly called “know-it-alls. Unbounded wisdom is commonly credited to them. They are. according to themselves, in on the most confidential secrets of the big shots” of sport, finance, government, and everything else. But the fact is that a know-it-all’s real knowl- edge is exceedingly meager. Without a moment's hesitation, this undesirable will tell you that the referee who tolled off the now-famous long count over Gene Tunney in 1927 never counted to fourteen but only to thirteen. Was he at the ringside? No. he saw it in a slow motion picture a month later. He may, if anyone believed the last one, now swing into the National Pastime. He is able to, and does tell the world at large just exactly how long Mr. George Herman Ruth, the Supreme Sultan of Swat, will continue to drive the customers into the Yankees’ ballyard and drive baseballs out of the park. This he tells you within about two days of the time. Was he talking with the Babe’s doctor? No. he read it in the paper. The stock market is the next stop for the know-it-all. He thinks that, if the bulls and bears were killed off (the ones who climb the trees in Wall Street are the ones to whom he is referring) and sold to Yiddish meat markets, the price of Russian convict wood would soar so high that Luxemburg could manufacture pretzels at a profit. This may not be his argument, but it will be something as clear and sensible. Because of the fact that his cousin once bought a horse from a man who knew Joan Crawford's gardener, he is on the inside of Hollywood’s secrets. This undesirable is usually a confirmed pessimist. Some cloudy day. when you are standing on the corner musing that perhaps the Elks will have their clam- bake after all. along he comes with the cheerful report that the radio predicted rain. A public nuisance in its most serious form is this know-it-all person. And the sad part of it is that he is ignorant of the fact that he is considered a pest. So he goes on his way frightening even the most intelligent, who would rather go some place else than listen to his line. No one is rude enough to insult him so he carries on, despised and pitied. James Hoev, ’32. Thirty GIRLS’ BASKETBALL Olive Jones Mary Reed Esther Carlson Barb Potter Verne Flood Ethel Carlson Mitzie Mosher Tub Beaulac Hon Beaulac Nonie Bennett Peg DeGuire E. Phillips Dot Shearer TEAM PLUS PERSONALITY SKETCH The spotlight lingers, moves as if to go on; we become nervous. Ah! at last we are introduced. “This is station S. H. S., Girls’ Basketball team speaking. Hello, everybody.” Now that the announcement and greetings are over let us continue our broad- cast. Let us say that this year has been enjoyed by us to the highest extent. Although our record isn’t perfect, yet it is better than last year’s, and that's some- thing. Success isn’t gained in a minute or a year. Instead of looking backward, we are looking forward. In the near future we can see ourselves as champions. Fame at last will be ours. With the closing of this season we lose three important players. May I present them? “Hon” Beaulac. star forward and best basket maker we ever had. Did you notice that I said had? Some day we expect to find one as good to fill her place, but to find one better would be impossible. And now—“Ollie” Jones, as center guard and often center. With her going, one side of the team will he put out of commission for a while. She has a few little secrets about guarding which we hope she will spill before that time. One we already know. When her hands refuse to work, her feet are always depend- able. Watch out for your toes when she uses that idea. Thirty-one Another loss to the team will he “Phyl” Phillips. Although she never got her chance as a regular, she has the ability to he one. There was always in demand for forwards. Maybe if she were taller she would have gotten her chance. They say all good things are little, and we agree. “Tubby” Beaulac, young and inexperienced, was self-conscious at first. But when her chance came she showed her ability to pass, guard, and make baskets. Next year we have hopes of her filling her sister’s place. “Nonie” Bennett as guard provided fun and laughter for us all. Easy going, happy-go-lucky, usually with a song in her heart, she has all traits necessary for a good player. May she gain fame as one. Esther Carlson, quiet, distant, and refined, has gained honors as guard and center. It’s rather hard to fill two places, so she deserves much credit. One of our “subs” who is ever willing to do a good turn is “Peg” DeGuire. Little, clever and quick is this miss. Can she make baskets? Like nobody’s business. Lovable and sweet is “Dot” Shearer. She never got her chance as a regular either, but she surely deserves it. Next year there is no doubt but that she will he one of our star forwards. Gone but not forgotten—I don't think we will ever forget her. By her I mean “Mitzie” Mosher. She is one of the sweetest kids we had in school. Plus that is personality and ability to gain fame as a player. Last but not least we have a “sporty outfit.” “Barb” Potter by name. Here’s a girl you won’t walk on. A temper that rises on a moment’s notice, still she doesn’t mean a thing by it. Next year she will reach the top on the team. May success and happiness be not only for her. hut for the whole team. Our business manager, Mary Reed, has furnished us many exciting games. We hope next year she won’t object to being captain, manager again, or what have you. We wish to extend our thanks to Coach Flood for his loyal service. He has done everything in his power to make us successful and we think he has succeeded remarkably well considering the difficulties he has had to face. We all wish him luck and happiness in all his undertakings. And now I see that our time is up—so goodbye and good luck. We’ll see you next year. Following is the result of the games played by the S. H. S. Girls’ Basketball Team: opp. s. H. Broadalbin IS 12 Burnt Hills 23 31 Corinth 6 9 Broadalbin 21 10 Hoosick Falls 21 9 Alumni 5 12 Bennington IS 16 Corinth 26 5 Cambridge 19 8 Burnt Hills 24 14 Greenwich 22 21 Bennington 16 10 Greenwich 13 4 Hoosick Falls S ? Margaret Whittig, ’32. Barbara Potter, ’34. Olive Jones, ’31. Thirty-two BOYS’ BASKETBALL A SCHUYLER SPORTS STROLL I lie favorite indoor sport of thousands of sport lovers is sport strolling, so let s stroll back a short distance to a disastrous breakdown of a long-standing regime, which was followed by a period of painstaking building. 1 he breakdown of Schuylerville High’s basketball rule came as a result of the graduation of all last year’s varsity. There was not a pillar left on which to build. Joie DeGrechie, Warren Coonrad, Leon Freemont, Hurt Irish, Ken Craig and Fred Gravelle of last season’s second string gave promise of another fine season for the Orange and Black. Ernie Greenwood, Runk Sciurba, Frankie Pogerite. Chet Pekins. Tom Walsh and Jim Hoey of the green squad; Boh Brown, Jim Deyoe and Paul VanDerwerker of Bacon Hill's 1930 team; and Joe Sciurba, versatile freshman star, were called on to flank the vets. Everything progressed satisfactorily, especially when the Schuylers. decked in new uniforms, sent Broadalhin down to an easy defeat in the opening game. Then came a series of heatings which threw the Schuylerville forces into the darkest of gloom and despair. There is no need of delving into the records for the list of reverses. There were a few drubbings and many heartbreakers. Then, they had their moments, these hoys did. They overcame the fighting champions of Cambridge in as thrilling a last quarter comeback as has been seen on a local court in a long spell. They forged within two points of the alumni, only to have the alumni step out and win in a struggle. They also carried out the Schuylerville custom of making things hot for Hoosick Falls. The final record showed the team winning four and losing seventeen games. This June will not find such a great number of basketeers receiving their “sheepskins” at Schuylerville High. Ken Craig. Boh Brown and Fred Gravelle. varsity centers, as well as Burt Irish. Tom Walsh, and Ernie Greenwood are leaving us. Thirty-three However, back for another season, will be Frankie Fogerite, who developed into quite a “point-getter'’ last year, Pekins, VanDerwerker, and Hoey seeking forward posts. Jim Deyoe will be back for a crack at center; and the guard posts will be taken care of by a trio of defensive specialists in DeGrechie. of bow-tie fame and captain of this year's quintet, and the Sciurba brothers, Joe and Frank. Warren Coonrad will also lie around, filling in any position as he filled them all admirably this year. We are going to miss the few stars who are leaving us to trek out into the uncharted land of life, but we are also going to miss another, one with whom we are not so long acquainted perhaps, but one who commands respect and admira- tion from the student body as well as from his teams. The best of luck to a patient, hard-working coach, Mr. Verne E. Flood. And now, Sports Strollers, it is time we put away basketball and moved on to baseball. Hut we'll be back next year to take that league, and atone for this year’s humiliating defeats. James Hoey, ’32. Opp. S.HS. Opp. S.HS. Broadalbin . .. 14 22 Cambridge .... 27 15 Stillwater .... 27 2 Hoosick Falls.... .... 17 15 Burnt Hills .... 19 16 Greenwich .... 36 19 Corinth 22 16 Salem .... 21 27 Saint Mary’s .. . 24 9 Cambridge .... 26 28 Broadalbin .... 24 19 Stillwater .... 43 16 Hoosick Falls.... 2? 17 Greenwich .... 20 15 Alumni .... 26 20 Ballston .... 23 18 Salem ... . 14 27 Vocational .. . . 16 9 Corinth .... 30 27 Burnt Hills .... 30 24 Saint Mary’s .... 34 21 515 401 AN INTERVIEW WITH OUR COACH Mr. Flood has made very many friends in Schuylerville by his happy-go-lucky manner. He graduated from the Farmington High School in Maine, in 1923, and he smilingly admits that he graduated as a plumber, but because he found the job to be “all wet” decided to go to Normal School for two years. 1925 finds Mr. Flood a graduate of Normal School. In 1926 he was made principal of Grammar School at Deer Isle, Maine. But again getting restless, he went to Harvard the following summer, and the next year went to Springfield Y. M. C. A. College, from which lie graduated in 1929, as a physical director. He then came to Schuylerville. In the year 1930-31 Schuylerville had its most disastrous season in five years. However, no other team or any other coach could have done better, considering the conditions that existed. At first S. H. S. lost the veterans of last year and most of the second string players. Then during the season some of the first string players left the team, thus compelling Mr. Flood to start over again on a new team. He always met these obligations calmly, no matter how crushing the results were to the team. He did his best, and we are sure that if he had had half the support of the team, he would have had better success. He showed his skill as a coach last year by producing a victorious team and and in the end defeating Glens Falls. We are all sorry to see Mr. Flood leave us. for his pleasant smile, musical voice and care free manner were always welcome, and we wish him the best of luck in his new position. Barbara Potter, ’34. Ernest Greenwood, ’31. Thirty-four BASEBALL First Row: Szekely, Sherman, J. Sciurba, Patrick, Fogerite, Coach Flood. Second Row: Peloch, Craig, Nacy, H. Brophy, Hunt, Villa, K. Brophy. Third Row: LeClare, Fremont, Coonrad, De Grechie, F. Sciurba. THE BASEBALL TEAM With Coach Flood’s call for material for Schuylerville High’s diamond repre- sentatives for 1931, about twenty-five baseball enthusiasts reported for practice, bent on preparing a winning team for Schuylerville High. We lost many good players with the graduation of the class of 1930, but Coach Flood has picked up much promising material, which he hopes, coupled with the remaining last year’s regulars, should turn out a winning combination. Schuylerville High for many years has not produced a league winning team, but this year we hope to change the order and turn out a winning team on the diamond. Thomas Clancy, ’32. Thirty-five ODDS AND ENDS Wanted—Plenty of news...............................Schuyler Wanted—Another chance............................The Flunkers Wanted—A new crop of championship athletes..........S. H. S. Wanted—A new excuse for not having lessons clone....F. Varney Wanted—Bigger and better seniors..................Senior Class Wanted—More book reports.........................Mrs. Spencer Wanted—Another Ford.................................Mr. Flood Wanted—More time so I'll never have to hurry........Mr. Schultz Wanted—All excuses returned.........................Mr. Spencer Detective: You’re wanted for a safe-wrecking job.” Warren: “All right, I’ll take the position. “Now.” said Mr. Schultz, “pass all your papers to the end of the row. have a carbon sheet under each one, and I can correct all the mistakes at once. Glad: “Why were you kept in after school?” Sue: “I didn’t know where the Azores were.” Glad: “Well, in the future just remember where you put things. A. Meader: “Gordon, why do you always park your car in front of the school, now?” G. Russell: “I used to park it in the alley and they dumped ashes in it.” Ken B.: “Robert Booth is awfully absent-minded, isn’t he?” Fritz: “Why?” Ken. B.: “He had to buy a new car because he forgot where he parked the old one.” Frank F.: “Eddy, you’re getting high-class now, taking your dinner in a French restaurant.” Eddy: “Yes, I went in one the other day. I couldn’t read French so I pointed to something on the menu and said, “Bring me some of that. ’ The waiter said, “Sorry, but the orchestra is playing that.” Last year I asked my girl to be my wife and she gave me a decidedly nega- tive reply. So to get even I married her mother. Then my father married the girl. When I married the girl’s mother, the girl became my daughter and my father married my daughter so he became my son. When my father married my daughter she became my mother. If my father is my son and my daughter is my mother, who am I? My mother’s mother is my wife and must be my grand- mother. and being my grandmother’s husband I must be my own grandfather. So there you are. Thirty-six Larry went into the library. “I want an encyclopedia,” said Larry. “Which encyclopedia, and what volume?” asked Miss Gibson. “I don’t know. You see it's like this: I have to give a talk on ‘Current Events’ and I'd rather like to read up the subject beforehand.” Mrs. Spencer noticed that “Kate” was back in class after a long absence. “I’m glad to see you here again,” she said, “you’ll have a lot to make up. How long have you been away?” “Since William the Conqueror landed,” replied Kate. While thinking of the Boy Scouts, we wonder where they will find a pair of short pants for Don Eddy. Words from a wise aviator: What goes up must come down, but some things go up that should have stayed down in the first place. It is said that Ghandi weighs ninety-four pounds with his spectacles on. And there is the canny Scot that bought an auto because he was given a free gallon of gasoline. DEDICATED TO MR. SCHULTZ’S FORD Rattle, rattle, little car; How I wonder what you are, Through sun and rain and windy weather, I wonder how you stick together. Donald Eddy: “I’ve eaten beef all my life and I’m as strong as an ox.” James Deyoe: “That’s funny, I’ve eaten fish all my life and can’t swim a stroke.” He who must get up with the sun must not stay up with the daughter. Mr. Spencer: “Did you bring that pane of glass for the Study Hall window, Mr. Clancy?”” Mr. Clancy: “I did not, I was after a twelve by fourteen and the only size they had was a fourteen by twelve.” Mr. Spencer: “Why didn’t you get it? You could have put it in sideways, couldn’t you?” Mr. Flood: “I hear the pupils are striking.” Mrs. Spencer: “What for?” Mr. Flood : “Shorter hours.” Mrs. Spencer: “Luck to them. I always did think sixty minutes was too long for an hour.” Fred: “Did you manage to give the cop the slip?” Windy: “No, he gave me one.” Miss Shannahan: “Name the bones in the skull.” Mary: “I got them in my head, but I just can’t think of their names.” Tliirty-scvon Harry (on the telephone) : “Hello, honey, would you like to have dinner with me tonight?” Marion: “Why. I’d love to, dear.” Harry: “Well, tell your mother I’ll he over at seven o'clock.” THAT CAR He owned a handsome touring car, To ride in it was heaven; He ran across a piece of glass, Bill................................. $14.97 He took his friends out for a ride, It was so good to be alive. The carburetor sprung a leak, Bill................................. $50.95 He started on a little tour, The finest sort of fun, He stopped too quick and stripped his gears. Bill................................. $90.51 He took his wife downtown to shop, To save carfare was great, He jammed into a hitching post, Bill.................................. $2.78 He spent his little pile of cash. And then in anguish cried, I’ll put a mortgage on the house. And take just one more ride. Exchange. Pete: “Does your father object to kissing?” Rose: “I don't know, but I'll ask him if he’ll kiss you.” Teacher: “What is the chief product of Greece?” Pupil (half asleep): “French fried potatoes.” Junior: “I passed Cicero today.” Freshman: “Did he speak?” “Teacher: “What is college bred?” Pupil: “College bred? Why, it’s made from the flour of youth and the dough of old age.” History teacher: “What part did Turkey play in the concert of Europe?” Pupil: “Part of the dinner.” S-sh, little freshman, Don’t you cry; You’ll be a senior By and by. Thirty-eight Autograpfys Thirty-nine .Autographs Forty