Schuylerville Central School - Schuyler Yearbook (Schuylerville, NY)

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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

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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

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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