Schuylerville Central School - Schuyler Yearbook (Schuylerville, NY)

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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

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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

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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