Schuylerville Central School - Schuyler Yearbook (Schuylerville, NY)

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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

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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

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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