Schuylerville Central School - Schuyler Yearbook (Schuylerville, NY)

Text from Pages 1 - 44 of the 1932 volume:

®lt? § rljuglpr Published by flti' ;S'tu£untfs Itf 3iigh S’rluml Schuylerville, New York VOLUME VI 1982 d!U'Meatum In sincero appreciation of the kindness she has shown in her willingness to lend assistance in the library, in English, and in other school activities; of her work to make a success of the ECHOES; of her efforts in behalf of whatever success this SCHUYLER may have attained, we, the Senior ('lass of 1932, and we, the Staff of THE SCHUYLER of 1932, dedicate this issue to E. Katherine Gibson, our teacher, adviser, and friend. muusfnttimt BOARD OF EDUCATION Dr. Thomas E. Bullard, President John W. Cummings, Clerk James P. McGarrv Amos B. Jaquith James Mealey School Physician, Dr. Frank Gow Treasurer, J. E. Molloy Attendance Officer, John Clancy Collector, Dorothy Webster liti' Mr. Arvid J. Burke—Supervising Principal. Columbia University (St. Stephen’s Col- lege) 1925; A.B. New York State College for Teachers. 1928; Union University, 1929; M.A. New York State College for Teachers, 1930; Summer Session New York State Col- lege for Teachers. 1931; Summer Session Cornell University. 1932. Miss Helen 1. Shannahan— French. A. B. New York State College for Teachers; Cornell Summer School of Music. 1927. 1329. Miss Dorothy G. Lasher- Commerce. B. S. in Commerce, New York State College for Teachers. Miss E. Katherine Gibson— English. Maryland State Normal School; B.S. Colum- bia University. Mrs. Louise H. Whitenack— Music, Drawing. Potsdam Normal School. Miss Mary Healy—History. A.B. Russell Sage College. Miss Margaret T. (■ussier—Latin. A.B. New York State College for Teachers. 1931. Mr. M. J. La Lone—Mathematics B.S. St. Lawrence University. M iss Marian Gilbert— Mathematics. A.B. New York State College for Teacher� . Miss Elizabeth M. Cunningham— 8th Grade. Teachers Training ('lass, (liens Falls. 1925; Oneonta Normal School. 1930. Miss Elizabeth Myers— 7th Grade. Professional Work. St. Lawrence Univer- sity. Canton. N. Y.; New York State College for Teachers. Mrs. Maude Northrup— (ith Grade. New York State College for Teachers. Miss Alice Daren—5th Grade. Oneonta Norma! School. 1930. Miss Alvce Boivin—4th Grade. Oneonta Normal School; Kindergarten Pri- mary Course. Miss Alice Clancy—3rd Grade. Geneseo Normal. Miss Mary Cooney—2nd Grade. Plattsburgh Normal. Miss Mae E. Northrup— 1st Grade. Ballston Training Class. Five PUBLICATIONS GROUP First Row: Jack Cummings. William Loomis. James Cars cad den, Patsy Nardelli. Alan Meader. Second Row: Barbara Potter. Ruth Esmond. Alice Smith. Sylvia Barker. Artemise Seney, Leona Bennett, Mary Cudahy. Third Row: Edith DeGrechie. Bessie Galusha. Lesley Barker. Dorothy Shearer. Joseph DeGrechie, James Hoev. Harriet Birch. Ernestine Miner. Grace Russell. Bessie Booth, Pauline Petralia. (triune itf ;§'♦ 3i. ,5'. Have you ever stopped to think, when reading a copy of the “Echoes,” of the busy and industrious group who make up the publi- cations staff? Every Tuesday and Thursday there is a grand rush for Senior room and publications meeting is on. When publications was first organized, we were divided into two groups, each with its own particular staff and members. The two groups, namely Group 1 and Group 11, competed with each other in putting out a bigger and better “Echoes” each week. Hut finding that this did not work so well, we combined the two groups, revised the staff, and with the concentrated efforts of both groups endeavored to publish a still better “Echoes” every two weeks instead of weekly. The work in publications has proved interesting as well as instruc- tive under the capable supervision and direction of Miss Gibson. We have accomplished a great deal and now, with the addition of a few new members, have attempted also to put over the “Schuyler.” We leave it to you—have we succeeded? Six ALICE SMITH, ’33 S liUYLER ST Ah'.• Seated: .Mary McDermott. Activities: Mary rudahy. An; Bessie Booth, Classes; Mary Reed. Classes; Sylvia Barker. Editor-in-' hief; Mildred Mans. Business Manager; Barbara Potter. Sports; Bet tv Harvey. Literary; Leon i Bennett. 'U Standing: Alice Smith. Circulation; E. K uherine Gibson. Adviser: James Hoey. Sports; Charles Nichols. Advertising; .I.jmes Cochrane. Humor; Ruth Esmond, Literary. Harriet Birch. the Typ- ing Manager, is not in the picture. Hite Ini' nf ublirntimts One of the most interesting of all the extra-curricular activities is publications. It is not only instructive for the student engaging in the work itself, but is also enjoyed by the great majority of the stud- ents. Those not belonging to the publications group have watched with anticipation each Tuesday to receive a copy of the ECHOES. Xow we have another product of publications, THE SCHUYLER. Every student in high school has had the opportunity to contribute to our annual. Many contributions have been accepted and are contained within these pages. It is evident then that the work of publication also gives students the means of en’arg’ng their literary experiences. If a person wished to measure for himself the grade of work done in Schuylerville High School, THE SCHUYLER would be the best source of opinions for him. He would see for himself on the the print ed page the extent of the intelligence and the range of the interests of our students. This could be done any number of years after the pub- lication of the annual. THE SCHUYLER, with its many articles on various subjects, represents the “cream of the crop” among our literary efforts. Continued on Page 38 Seven Ari' laU' Aliutlu' “A sleeping fox catches no poultry.” If you were to peek into one of the rooms of our high school at noon, to wander through the halls when classes change, or to observe a ball game during gym period, vcu would have no doubt but that we are all wide awake. But this wakefulness of ours concerns only our physical selves. Mentally many students are walking, working, and thinking while overcome by sleep. One of the causes for this mental sleep is lack of physical sleep. The person who is sleepy in the classroom cannot be wide awake men- tally. Another cause for such mental lethargy is inability to throw oil the malady. One becomes so accustomed to sleeping mentally that he is in a sort of trance. This mental slumber results in laziness and ignorance, and may even lead to crime. When the student is lazy he will learn little and will, therefore, be ignorant. The mind, if not occupied with the good things of life, of literature, and of science, has a tendency to fill itself with things of lesser consequence, and the result too often is crime. Students who are asleep mentally lack interest in studies, in sports, in clubs, and in other outside activities, and are generally inattentive. Mental sleep has few advantages. Its greatest good is that it permits the mind to rest while the body is still working. Do you sleep all of the time? Of course not! How foolish of one to think that! Sometimes one may wake from a most enjoyable nap to find himself the object of a joke. How angry he is with himself for having yielded to sleep. He may even find that he has missed a beau tiful view or an exciting event by falling prey to those forty winks of sleep. Train yourself to sleep at the correct time and in the right place Physical awakening may be a difficult experience. You may want to sleep a little longer if your hours of sleep have been short. But the insistent ting-a-ling of your alarm clock finally succeeds in getting you out of bed. The effort employed in waking from physical sleep, how- ever, is feeble enough in comparison with that required for waking from the long winter’s nap in which some people indulge upon arriving in high school. Intellectual alarm clocks are needed for this awakening. Some teachers are intellectual alarm clocks. They have such a magnetic per- sonality that you are really forced to work hard to attain a high scho- lastic record. Class projects, such as scrapbooks, posters, and hikes may also serve as such alarm clocks. Another alarm clock is hero-worship. A freshman may have as his ideal an upperclassman or one of the nation’s celebrities. He will learn all that he can about his hero, and, in the learning, acquire a keener Eight Continued on Page 9 Otc SettiuT (Class The Senior class of ’J2 has not had four years of smooth sailing on a smiling sea. There have been dissensions, and often we have found ourselves in the slough of despair. Yet when I think it over, I believe that, after all, we may be glad even of the storms we have met. We have come through everything with fair success, and certainly we are better for our experiences. There were practically no Freshman or Sophomore activities along social lines during those two years, but it was there that we were lay- ing a basis for future scholastic and athletic honors. The outstanding event of our Junior year was, of course, the Prom which we continue to be proud of to this day. Our Senior year has been the year of testing our caliber, it might be said. It is in this year, perhaps, that we have experienced our deepest feelings, both of despondency and ecstasy. Our money-making propositions seem to be enlightening and quite plausible now that they form part of the past. 1 hope we shall all benefit by our mistakes when future occasions arise as far as money-making is concerned. I suppose each Senior class is the same in this respect, because it always seems to underclassmen that the difficulties are not there until they are actually in them. The two crowning events of the four years in high school are the Washington trip and graduation. The one far surpasses all expecta- tions in rich experiences of beauty and splendor. The other is yet to come. I don’t yet know whether we shall greet it with laughter or tears, but at any rate we have had four years of high school fun which no one can take from us. ESTHER CARLSON, ’32 Continued from page 8 ARE WE AWAKE desire to gain more knowledge. Or it may he that his hero is a well educated scholar, and therefore he will apply himself to study because he wants to be like his hero. A book, a story, an ambition may also serve to stir up the drowsy faculties of the student. Suppose, for instance, that the boy wants to become an electrical engineer. He must have a high school education in order to fit himself for the institution of higher learning. So we see that while physical and mental sleep have their advan- tages, they furnish rest for the mind and body, mental and physical alertness are much more important. Physical alertness furnishes an opportunity for seeing the world; mental alertness makes it possible for the student to advance to higher learning. Nine SYLVIA BARKER, ’32 JAMES HOEY Jim is president of the class; His fortune’s on the make. Stand up folks and let him pass 'Cause he sure takes the cake. BETTY HARVEY Betty is a spunky kid Who loves to boss a task; To her be sure to doff your lid— She doesn’t need a mask. JAMES COCHRANE Jimmy is a funny child Who likes to criticize; He is so very meek and mild. You’d never black hif eyes. KATHLEEN COFFIN Let’s take our hats right off to Kay She sure know how to write. She does her work ’most every day; She surely is all right. CORA WILLIAMS Cora worries 'bout her work; She does it every day: She’s the kind that doesn’t shirk; She thinks it doesn’t pay. DOROTHY SHEARER Dot can act quite peaceably And work with all her might; She seldom sees things favorably And seems to like a tight. SYLVIA BARKER Who puts her work upon the rack To suit us to a Tf Who puts us square upon the track f Why. efficient 8. M. B.l ESTHER CARLSON Esther leads in scholarship; She really takes first place. From her manners take a tip; We like her quiet face. MARY CUDAHY Mary from the Emerald Isle How you can draw and paint! We sure do like your sunny smile; Too bad I You’re not u saint. ERNEST PROVOST Ernie to his business tends; He rarely stops for fun. His pathway slowly upward wends; Hard work he will not shun. Ten MILDRED HAAS Milly coin's in from the fnrtn To brighten up our cIsrs She has got a lot of charm A laughing country lass DAN BARRETT In French and English Dan doth moan. He doesn’t like the stuff; Although it tries to knock him prone. He will not say. “Enough.” i FRANCIS FARRELL Isn’t Mister Farrell cute? His lips so gaily curve! I know that you will not re- fute. From girls he doesn’t swerve. CHESTER PEKINS Chester is a dreRsy chap Who’s much misunder st ood; Don’t he sure he is a sap; He’s really very good. MARY MACKLIN Mary has a placid brow. Large eyes that gaze at you; She never chews gum like a cow Although most people do ROBERT SLOANE Robert is so very neat. He always gets it straight; Even when he moves his feet, He’s never very late. mary McDermott Mary has a sedate style; She’s voted all the rage; For her a boy will walk a mile. To be her loyal page. CHARLES NICHOLS Chuck has got a winning «t r; He's never very cold. He just loves to grease his hair And say he’s very old. RAYMOND SPARLING Ray is what we term care- free ; lie really wants a girl; By his face you surely see. He’d set her brain awhirl WINNOGENE CROMIE We like our little Winno- gene Whose praises thus we sing; She’s talked until she' seventeen And never said a thing. Eleven WINSTON PRINDLE Winkie surely knows his ninth; The girls he just disdains He walks the straight and lonely path. Even when it rains. GORDON RUSSELL Gordon Russell sets the pace With his style and easy grace. His model T true snap im- plies ; It’s very chic and free from flies. THOMAS CLANCY Tommy likes to have some fun; He goes and has it too: If he comes in way after one. He's not then e v e.n through. MILDRED HUDSON Mildred likes to sing in church— A right smart girl is she Her record will not show a smirch; She's very good, you see MARY REED Mary is so confident. She plans it all ahead No tricky little incident Has ever turned her head ROBERT BOOTH Boothey’s always on the hop- He runs iroin place u place. Our good opinion will not drop; We like his funny face. JOSEPH DcGRK HIE Joey loves a basketball. His face is seldom grim; Buck and front and all in all. We can’t help liking him. HARRIET BIRCH Where there’s a will there's a way. So we’ve heard our Har- riet say. She’s a friend to us all. Never a time but she’l answer our call. Twelve (Class trtmherjt Rather excited, I set out one May morning in 1943 from New York, en route to my old home town. While I was delayed in Albany for a few hom s, 1 took a walk through the business section of the city. As 1 passed a theatre, 1 noticed two pictures labeled “Cochrane” and “Far- rell.” Studying them closely, 1 realized that they were the Jim Coch- rane and Francis Farrell of my high school days. I decided to lunch before going back to the station and entered a place called “Prindle’s Luncheonette.” Imagine my surprise to find “Wink” occupying the position of cashier. 1 took a train to Saratoga Springs and went to see “Mil” Hudson who was a nurse there. When I arrived “Mil” was going off duty; so she asked me in to see her patient. It was Millie Haas, now married. Millie told me that Harriet Birch was married to someone in New York and that Betty Harvey, a teacher in Saratoga Springs, expected to he married in August to an up and coming lawyer, Dan Barrett. When I got off the bus in front of the Hotel Schuyler the next morning, the first thing to meet my eyes was a sign, “Dorothy Shearer’s School of Business.” I entered the building and was shown into the office of my old chum, “Dot.” She asked me if I would like to meet the principal of the high school and who should I find occupying that noble position hut Jim Hoey, with Joe DeGrechie and Ernie Provost as two of his assistants. I learned that Mary Cudahy and Esther Carlson were also teachers. Sylvia Barker was dean of a very exclusive girls’ school, with Kathleen Coffin and Winnogene Cromie as teachers in the same school. Jim had just received a letter from Charles Nichols who was a “handicapper” in Jamaica. Ray Sparling was married. Boh Booth and Gordon Russell were successful farmers. “Dot” told me that Boh Sloane was still taking pictures and Tom Clancy was still a soda jerker. I learned that Mary Macklin was ex- pected home next month from Europe where she was studying music. Ken Brophy was running a night club in Chicago. I was told that Frank Fogerite was making tour of the world seek- ing excitement. Bert Lee and Charles Davis were operating an air route between New York and Montreal. Don Eddy was a retired busi- ness man. The only ones left were Chet Pekins, a doctor; Mary Mc- Dermott, a mannequin at Saks in New York; and Cora Williams, a nurse in the Glens Falls hospital. Thus ended a happy visit to my old home town. After having renewed acquaintance with my classmates of 1932, I was happy to find that they were all prospering and successful. MARY REED, ’32 Thirteen ;5rttwr Cirtss -Will We, the Seniors of Schuvlerville High School, city of Schuvler- ville, county of Saratoga, state of New York, having been declared of unquestionably sound mind by a young, gifted, and somewhat earnest would-be lawyer in our midst, the Honorable Provost, do hereby draw up, establish, ordain, and publish this document as our last will and testament. We hereby command that all our just, unjust, and otherwise ill- incurred debts be immediately, expeditiously, and promptly paid from the fund we leave for that purpose. We bequeath to the Junior Class, who some day may, we hope, be high and honored seniors, Room 2, the first two rows in Assembly, and the honor and obligation of suppressing unseemly demonstrations and ju eniie pranks, such as loud guffaws of mirth and outrageously loud clapping which spoil the pleasure of that wise and autocratic body decorating the front rows. To the “Frosh” and “Sophs” we present handbooks on “Duty to One’s Superiors,” to be consulted when they see an upperclassman approaching. We bequeath to some ladylike junior, if there be one, the popu- larity of Betty Harvey; to Mr. LaLone, Mary Cudahy’s gift of art; to “Peg” DeGuire, Winnogene Cromie’s position in the orchestra; to Pat Yarossi, James Cochrane’s sense of humor; to “Barb” Potter, Mary McDermott’s gracefulness; to Kilmer Myers, Ken Brophy’s happy-go- lucky ways; to Kate Maynard, Kay Coffin’s freckles; to Russ Mc- Dougall, Joe DeGrechie’s basketball ability. We leave James Hoey’s presidency to someone in the Junior Class who can really equal him; Bob Booth’s soft voice to John Martis; Mary Macklin’s shyness to Aileen Cummings; Tom Clancy’s curly hair to Helen Hewitt; Donald Eddy’s avoirdupois to Don Seney; Gordon Rus- sell’s Ford to Joe Szekely; Frank Fogerite’s way with the girls to Wayne Overbagh; Francis Farrell’s acting ability to Alan Meador; Cora William’s gentle manner to Mazie VanDerwerker. We bequeath Chet Pekin’s “dudishness” to Harry Brophv; Dot Shearer’s skill as typist to Ernestine Miner; Mil Hudson’s short sched- ule to Bob Lansing; Mary Reed’s friendliness to “Tub” Beaulac; Charles Nichol’s knowledge of physics to Bessie Galusha; Charles Davis’s blushes to Mary Gruner; “Wink” Prindle’s ability in math and science to “Runk” Sciurba. To Miss Lasher we leave our sympathy for the trying hours she will encounter with the law class of 1933, and to Miss Healy our sin- cere appreciation for the patience she has had throughout this year in American history class. Signed, MILDRED HUDSON ’32 DOROTHY SHEARER, ’32 Witnesses, LEONA BENNETT, Junior BERNARD SLADE, Sophomore THOMAS FAHJE, Freshman Fourteen Highlights Washington! Electrified, twenty-seven jaded sonls spring for their shiny suitcases, clutch their brand new hats, and sally forth from their stuffy coach to view their dream city. As I sit in reminiscence, 1 have a mental vision of our pilgrimage and I long to be able to make you see it too. Try it! Let us forget the little details and see only the highlights. See! There is the dome of the Capitol, tranquil and se- rene, gleaming through the morning haze in unruffled unconcern. Turn your head! There crouches the Union Terminal, stupendous in its suggestion of power and force. We move on, register, eat, bathe, or sleep to prepare for the monu- ment climb. Dizzy and foggy from altitude, we look in admiration at the orderly outlay of the perfect city and survey the simple grandeur of America’s tribute to Lincoln. What a feeling of impotence possesses us as we gaze up into the domes of the Library of Congress and the Capitol. All seems infinite. Man realizes how puny he is in the sight of his own handiwork. We exclaim in little gulps and humble murmurs at the ornate sculptures and intricate friezes. A great silence in our hearts makes us gush on the surface as we try to escape the inevitable message at Arlington. Reverently we gaze upon the austere and graceful amphitheatre, and, turning away, attempt to disperse gloom with forced levity. Disregarding the rain, which was the one disturbing element in our journey, we marvel at the contrast between monastery and cathe- dral. On one side are lavish decorations, warm mosaics, and a Byzan- tine dome; on the other we see, half finished, in ornate simplicity, calm delicate sculpture and graceful gothic arches. Anchors A weigh! Little tingles go chasing up and down our spines as we watch the gaitered legs of Annapolis bluejackets moving with matchless precision. This was called by some the best day of all. On our last day Old Man Weather and Little Old New York co- operated to give us a perfect panorama of the man-made mountains of Manhattan. Slowly fades the vivid scene of towers, spires, and domes. Look! What is this that unfolds before our eyes? Snow-covered hills, a silver ribbon of water, a white road. See the little village nestled in the valley and in the distance a diminutive Washington monument. Truly: “Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home.” JAMES COCHRANE, ’32 Fifteen 1952 3tt lu'trusprrt The year 1932 brought us as Seniors to Schuylervillc High School. What has happened should be recorded, so that future generations may read our history and be proud of us. First we began our siege on the community so we could make our drive on Washington. The siege included tea dances, card parties, food sales, and a basketball game. Our enemy was depression but the allies helped us so faithfully that our drive was begun March 25 and by the 31st Washington was conquered. It was an easy attack and we came home with our brains just filled with knowledge. We wanted a paper. What was to be done? What would we name it Who would have charge of it? Through the efforts of Miss Gibscn we secured volunteers who contributed their help and ability, making the “Echoes” a success. This, too, will serve as a record for on. historv. Wo lost from our fold two friends, Margaret Whittig and Warren Goon rad, but we gained two others, who have learned the advantage of a high school education, Robert Lansing and .Joseph Szekely. Let this be an example to you who do not know the value of your school days. We must not forget Elizabeth Hobbie, a former classmate. Glens Falls claims her now, but her fame lingers on the lips of many here and we know she would have done as much for us as she has for them. The Seniors did not stay out of sports this year, especially basket- ball, for DeGrechie and Hoey helped to make the colors wave trium- phantly for dear old S. H. S. We shall think of these boys and the rest of the team as memory takes us back to the days of yore. No one will forget the confusion of getting history reports com- pleted on time, for fear of having to read more pages. History stu- dents of 1950 surely have our sympathy. T sincerely hope this year’s Schuyler will live through the ages, with the others produced before it. It was feared we would not be able to have one. W ould it not be sad, if the Senior class activities were not recorded for this year? The Lions Chib asked our students to compete in a prize essay contest which they were sponsoring; a number of them did. We were happy to learn that Kathleen Coffin won first prize, Mary Cudahy, second, and Esther Carlson, third. They were invited to a banquet on May 3 and there it was announced that Kathleen had won the state prize and that her essay had been sent to Chicago for the International Contest. A trip to California is the prize. Now isn’t that something to be proud of? Well, we are very proud of her. Now comes the time for us to say good-by. There have been un- pleasant situations which we must forget, but in spite of them we are proud and happy. We hope that our followers will feel as proud when they have finished their school days. Sixteen BETTY V. HARVEY, ’32 3uuiitr Class 3itsfitr Early.in September, 1929, on the day school opened, Miss Gibson foun 1 a group of adventurers huddled together in the study hall, look- ing around wondering if they were going to like their new home. Under the leadership of Francis Chase, their President, this group of Freshmen enjoyed several social activities, most important of which was a sleigh ride. The next year Miss Shannahan found the same group, a little more sophisticated and given the name of Sophomores. Francis Chase was again our President. Mr. Schultz thought the Sophomores could blow off some of their steam and energy on a “gym frolic,” and time soon proved this speculation so, for we had the time of our Sophomore lives. Last fall, Miss ('ussier found us all on hand and ready for good hard work. For were we not Juniors and was there not hard work before us if we wished to carry on our laurels from the preceding year and add far better ones in order to be worthy of our Junior rings and enjoy our Junior Prom. Our aims as Juniors were to get our rings, to succeed in our prom, to begin earning funds for the Washington trip, and to become Seniors. Most of us have succeeded in all our aims. Great thanks should be given first to Alice Smith, President, and then to the rest of the class officers without whose faithful guid- ance all would have been lost. BESSIE BOOTH, 33 MARION E. EDDY, ’33 Seventeen ll z (Class Late in November, long after the rest. Kxcitement rose high in the Sophomore Clan. We were to choose officers for the year To follow the Senior and Junior plan. First we elected Barb president With Kate Sulli following as vice. We knew that they were good enough To keep us from thin ice. Pat Varossi as secretary. To take our minutes every time; Then Billy Van as treasurer To guard with care each dime. Last but not least Miss Shannahnn. Our class adviser true; She has done her best to guide us straight And she succeeded too. There hasn't been much to do this year With seniors and juniors around But we have had a splendid time And to our leaders we’re bound. Thus ends the Sophomore narrative The (Mass of Thirty-Four; We’re all coming back this coming year And stay for two years more. LESLEY BARKER, ’34 Eighteen (Ehc Jfri'shitmu Class On an exciting day last fall we students of the eighth grade found ourselves seated in the study hall of high school. We had all looked forward to it since we started school. During the winter, as there were no parties or sleigh rides, the girls had inter-class basketball games. At the end of the varsity sea- son, the boys had an inter-class tournament. The Freshmen, as usual, came out at the bottom. We elected class officers under the supervision of Miss Healy. The officers elected were: Wayne Overbagh, our future basketball hero, president; Curtis Betts, who is always leading in all honors, vice presi- dent; Catherine Sirchia, not only because of her penmanship but be- cause of her happy ways, secretary; Dorothy Forbes, one we can trust and like because of her good humor, treasurer; and our well loved teacher, Miss Healy, as class adviser. The Freshmen have had three assembly programs. They were: “King Lazy Bones,” in charge of Miss Shannahan; an imitation of the Fleishman’s Hour, put on by James Carscadden; and a pantomime directed by Miss Healy and Miss Gibson. Although we cannot yet take a trip to Washington, as the Seniors have done, we expect to go to Albany. The Freshmen have been studying hard this year so that they may pass on and become Sophomores next year. WAYNE OVERBAGH, ’35 MARY GRUNER, ’35 Nineteen As (Others ;S‘rr s Many hooks gathered on the rim of Time that night. There were books from all ages. Books and years have a close connection. What a varied aggregation! There were books which help men abou. re- ligion and to see the right path; there were history books, containing within their covers the stories of the rise and fall of nations; there were famous books for which people had paid large prices. Among them was the Gutenberg Bible which seemed tired, it was so old, bn. nevertheless it radiated cheer and love to all around it; there were books of poetry almost singing; books of science; story books. Some had been well treated; others had many problems. The books were moving restlessly except when they were listen- ing to some book’s story, for they had not had an opportunity to ex- press their feelings in a long time. A dark red book rose. “If the students realized the wonderful events that some of us relate, to say nothing of the trouble of compiling our contents, books would have a different standing among them. There is no use in staying where we are not appreciated,” it said. It had traveled all the way from the library of the Schuylervile High School. A little book, the type from which cheer and faith and confidence are radiated, rose. “1 am sure we are not wholly unappreciated,” it replied. “We do not realize how much our librarian works while some of the students appreciate us enough to spend some of their free pe- riods in taking care of the library. In fact five students have worked as assistant librarians for a period a day during the entire year. They are Raymond Sparling, Leona Bennett, Sylvia Barker, Aileen Cum- mings, and Mary Cudahy. Others who have given their time during a part of the year are Raymond Germain, Ruth Esmond, Thomas Clancy, Dorothy Shearer, James Cochrane, Winnogene Cromie and James Mc- Carty. Many others of the students show that they appreciate us. Each day forty or fifty of them come to the library to consult us or to read us for pleasure. Some days as many as forty of us are taken out by students so that they may read and enjoy us at their leisure. It is our prime duty as well as privilege to help youth to live better lives; to teach them that ‘ It is not only in the rose, It is not only in the bird, Nor only where the rainbow glows Nor in the song of woman heard, But in the darkest meanest things, There something alway, alway sings.’ ” MARY MACKLIN, ’32 Twenty Sealed: Esther Carlson. Edna Periard. Gertrude Urown. Artemise Senev. Standing: James Cochrane. Betty Harvey. Sylvia Barker. Lesley Barker. Mary Reed. James Hoey. (Lite (thrift (Chtb Our Thrift Club is just five years old and still popular among the grade children. During the past five years these children have watched with a feeling of security and satisfaction their small deposits grow to real bank accounts. It is indeed a pleasure to see how enthusi- astic these boys and girls are about thrift. The greatest competition this year has been between the third, fourth and seventh grades. The red banner is awarded to the grade having the highest percentage and the green banner goes to the grade depositing the greatest amount. Grade four has been the proud pos- sessor of the red banner fourteen times while grade three has captured the green banner no less than fifteen times. The highest weekly deposit made by any one grade during the year was $15.80, made by grade seven. The greatest weekly deposit of the combined eight classes amounted to $44.31. The total thrift de- posit for the current year was $940, an average of $22 per week. The boys and girls are to be congratulated for the spirit they have shown as thrift club members and for their commendable efforts to increase the amount of their savings. This habit of thrift, formed in their early life will be an important factor in their later life. The collection of deposits, tabulating of cards and balancing of accounts is taken care of by a group of commercial students who ably fulfill this task and derive from it practical experience in their par- ticular line of work. GERTRUDE BROWN, ’33 Twenty-one Kirst Row: .Leona Bennett. Alice Smith. Lesley Barker. Second Row: Ernestine Miner. Bessie Booth. Catherine Sulli. Margaret Cussler (Adviser) Mary Hefrernan. Catherine Maynard. Mazie VanDerwerker. Third Row: Wayne Overbagh. Edith DeGrechie, Harriet Brophy. Mary Cudahy. Ellen Flanders. Marion Eddy. Eva Donnelly. Marjorie Beaulac. William Loomis. lUtr Lntin (Club Tlio Latin Club was organized last fall by Miss Cussler an.l some oi her Latin students for the purpose of increasing interest among the students in that subject. Since Latin is shown here in a way quite different from that of the classroom, the members find the meetings eacii Wednesday afternoon most interesting. The Latin (dub and their guests spent one very pleasant evening at a banquet given in the gym, during which they all reclined at the tables in true Roman style and enjoyed a menu of Roman foods. Of course they did not eat as excessively as their Roman models, and the dancing which followed the banquet was anything but Roman. By a vote of the eighteen members, Alice Smith was chosen consul; Leona Bennett, proconsul; and Harriet Brophy, scriptor. Just at pres- ent the club is working on a paper, to be published partly in Latin and partly in English. The jokes are really clever. After the publication oi our paper there will be no doubt that the club will exist again next year. CATHERINE MAYNARD, ’34 Twenty-two (Chr Jfttnth. Onlt “Sli! Sli! Sli! Mildred is still talking.” “Do you remember your lines!” “Is my suitcase there?” “Does my beret look all right?” “Goodness the auditorium is packed!” “What is Francis doing now to cause such merriment?” These were back-stage impressions of the French program. “Highlights of Paris” was presented the first of March under the direction of Miss Helen Shannahan. The opening chorus was the uni- versally known song, “Goodby Broadway, Hello France.” The usual confusion of embarkation was evident as the travelers boarded the steamer, lie de France. Soon an atmosphere of music and dancing told us we were in Paris. We attended a theatre and two plays were enjoyed. The first play, “The Enchanted House,” was the story of a widow and her son. The little boy was very kind to animals an 1 received two gifts from a fairy. Ilo employed these to capture the two thieves who had stolen the pr.ncess. In this way he won the favor of the king and became wealthy. The other play, “The Three Wishes,” was a humorous sketch. A wood cutter received from a fairy the fulfillment of three wishes. Absent-minded, while he lit a fire on the hearth, he wished for sausage. His wife, was highly incensed and he said he wished the sausage were on the end of her nose. Strange to relate, it required the third wish to remove the sausage from her nose. The novelty of the plays was that the conversation was all in French. From the theatre we traveled to a cabaret, The Moulin Rouge, where couples, parties, stylish gowns, fantastic rhythm, and tap- dancing created the proper setting. Much merriment was created when Hiram of Omaha, a wealthy fanner, attempted to imitate the specialties featured on the program. The entertainers and dancers established their reputation in the school with this scene. The closing number was the singing of “The Marsaillaise” by the ent ire chorus. This was very effective as the individual groups formed the French Hag with colored streamers. “Highlights of Paris” was the outstanding work of the French Club. They, however, observed Book Week by making interesting scrap-books. These little books promoted an interest in everything connected with the ideals and aspirations of the French people. A social event was held Friday evening, April If), in the audi- torium for the members of the cast and their guests. Refreshments were served and dancing was enjoyed. MARY CUDAHY, ’32 Twenty-! hree GLEE CLUB First Row: Helon Hewitt. Minnie Fogerite. Catherine Sirehia. Lesley Barker. Marion Eddy, Sylvia Barker. Second Row: Ethel Fowler. Christina Coleman. Olive Cramer. Edna Periard. Louise Whitenuck (Adviser), Catherine Sulli. Ave McGarry, Mary Flatley. Effle Booth. Third Row: Ruth Hewitt. Mildred Haas, Helen Eddy. Mary Cudahy. Ernestine Miner, Rose Goodrow. Cora Williams. Catherine Maynard. ;S‘jmngtiuu' nvtb 'piiuttimc Last September some students interested in straining their vocal cords and others interested in making nerve-wracking noises on this and that, gathered in Room seven to organize a glee club and an or- chestra under the direction of Mrs. Whitenack. As the first officers the glee club elected, Barbara Potter, president, Catharine Sulli, vice president, and Sylvia Barker, secretary and treasurer. Mary Cudahy was appointed pianist by Mrs. Whitenack. In January, Minnie Fo- gerite was elected president and the other officers were re-elected. Each Wednesday at 3:15 the twelve members of the orchestra gather for 45 minutes of practise. The orchestra entertains the stu- dent body and the faculty every Thursday morning in assembly. Dur- ing the winter a business meeting was held at which time it was voted to buy gold pins for the members and to elect a leader for a period ol two weeks. James Cochrane was chosen as the first leader. Combining the talents of the two musical organizations, a pro- gram, of true Christmas spirit, was presented early in December. Graduation removes active workers in each club, but we hope that September will find new ones to fill their places. CORA WILLIAMS, ’32 GRACE RUSSELL, 33 Twenty-four WlUiltS r love all kinds of woods—woods where there are (lowers and brooks, and woods where trees gossip, and sometimes whisper sweet torget-me-nots, and again sing of days that are gone while they nod wisely in the breeze. But I love especially the woods where paths run bumping along, jumping over each other in their haste to outrun me to some hidden paradise. There are thin little paths, decked with beautiful wild flowers, which run and jump in their glee to be more beautiful than the others. 1 enjoy their fragrance while I imagine that on some moonlight night the smallest and most beautiful of the flowers were the cups from which the fairies drank their nectar. But the paths I love best are those which run ahead of me and every now and then hide in some secret haunt of theirs, out of sight among the trees. 1 wonder where the path has gone, where it will come out, and what it is after. Per- haps it will lead to some hidden patch of ladyslippers or trailing arbutus, or it may be to a sweet fir grove. X matter how much I exclaim over the paths and the flowers which beckon me onward, no less do I love the free wind and all tin1 sweet scented stillness of the woods. 1 love the stumps which show that some good tree has given itself to humanity, leaving its ancestral haunts forever for the new and strange haunts of mankind. et when a babbling brook peeps out from among the flowers and sings a song of the sights it sees as it races merrily to the far away, then I leave all of these and follow my beckoning comrade to tin haunts which are never seen by men. Over waterfalls, through flowered valleys, up hills and over dales, I run, following my merry friend. BESSIE BOOTH, ’33 Omritru iHitnhs Each day I wander into the garden to meet my friends. They all seem quite excited with my arrival. The woodchuck has just finished a bunch of lettuce and one small carrot. He looks for a second and then lurches off to his underground castle to await my departure. The robin is very tame. He flies from place to place eating bugs and insects that are harmful, only once in a while taking a red berry for dessert. Mv most honest friend is Jericho, the snake, who never does any harm, hut kills and eats the big June bugs which destroy my cabbage. .Jericho will come to me when 1 whistle and crawl into my hands and sleep until I tell him that I must go. I have many more friends but these are the most interesting. 1 know that I miss a small quantity of vegetables but as 1 think it over, this thought comes into my mind, “Look wliat God gave me. Cannot I share with my animal friends?” WILLIAM LOOMIS, ’33 Twenty-five 'putting |turpu5r 3utu %xft To the Senior Class of 1932, of which I am a member, T dedicate this article with the everlasting hope that we can be benefited by it. Putting purpose into life is one of the most serious problems faced by us seniors. Purpose is defined as an aim for one’s self, an inten- tion or plan. Substituting for “purpose” in our topic the definition of purpose, we find that it reads like this—“putting an aim, intention or plan into life.” Man can be divided into two classes, the “Climbers” and the “Drifters.” The Drifters are those who are content with what they possess. They take life as a matter of course or, as one lecturer has cleverly put it, the Drifters travel in the same old rut day after day. Drifters do not put purpose into their lives but take things as they happen to come along. They do not care to better themselves in any way and as a result they increase their faults and bad habits instead of decreasing them. They lack courage to try again when they fail once. The Drifter is led on by temptations, lie forgets his God, and soon finds himself friendless and hopelessly lost in despair. Are we inclined to be Drifters? Let us hope not, for Drifters surely do not have any purpose in life except to make it harder for the Climbers. The Climbers are those who put purpose into their lives and plan ahead. In the case of the senior, the Climber is the one who has planned his career. He knows what he is going to he after leaving school, what training or experience is needed, and where he is going to get the training and experience. He pitches right in and starts working. Climbers are always striving for something better; they correct their faults and bad habits; they are friendly, kind, and courteous. Can we seniors be called Climbers or are we Drifters? Abraham Lincoln was a very good example of a Climber. He made his purpose in life to free the Negro from slavery. Later he formed another purpose, to save the United States from falling into two separate countries. He worked toward these goals and succeeded in the end in spite of all difficulties. He planned ahead, he tried to better his character, he worked constructively, and he did not forget his God. I am sure, Seniors, that we want to be like Lincoln, so let us try to be Climbers. Let us put purpose into our lives if we have neg lected to do so. Remember, we are bound to be successful if we put purpose into life and live up to our purpose. R. WINSTON PRINDLE, ’32 Twenty-six Jfhst rltt High ;§rhxrxrl What picture those words bring to our minds! All around us we could see new faces, teachers, books, rooms—everything was new. The sound of bells ringing could be heard above the turmoil. Someone said, “Assembly in the auditorium;” at that time we were assigned to our home rooms, where program cards were given to us to be filled out. So that we might become familiar with the routine, we had five minute classes. In algebra class we sat and stared at our neighbors as the teacher used such terms as “2x-2y.” We thought they were teaching Greek here and we had gone to the wrong class. A traffic cop was needed in the hall to prevent accidents. People were being pushed, hit, and pulled at the same time. Of course there were arguments about seats in study-hall. If a freshie had a seat near the window and an upper-classman wanted it, all he said was “Sorry, but that’s my seat,” and the poor frosh would move on until he was left on the opposite side of the room. On the whole, it was a day of great adventure. We soon realized the truth of the words, “Nothing ventured, nothing gained.” Would wo ever get used to it all? MARCELLA NACY, '33 ilrrmtt (Of (Ontiumfinu As I sit here gazing out into space, I see a picture, one that often comes to me when I think of future years of high school. It is the twenty-first of June, 1934; the day is warm and sunny, the sort of day one dreams of for graduation. The birds are singing merrily as if they too are happy. Tonight 1 shall be graduated from Schuvlerville High School with a record that is good and honors that are high. I shall leave t lie school, with its green lawn, beautiful shrubbery, and wonderful teachers, leave it forever. It seems but a year ago that I was razzed for being inexperienced in the ways of high school. Today I am looked up to by those of lower classes. As I look at the school I see it as I have never seen it before. It seems to say to me “You enter me tonight as a student and leave me as a graduate. Never forget the place where you received your first start in life. Visit me occasionally and recall past days of happiness and study.” Tonight 1 shall be graduated and next September 1 shall be in college. I shall never forget the school where I took part in the activities that brought me so much happiness. It seems an honor tc graduate from this school. This dream some day will be fulfilled for me. It seems hard to be- lieve, and it will be hard to leave the school, teachers and classmates. I wish the seniors of this year, “Farewell, and good luck in everything you undertake.” BARBARA POTTER, ’34 Twenty-seven CJu' 3«u:0r “The Junior Prom!” Even Ilie walls of old South Street High seemed to echo the words as the students made their plans. As Daphne and Ruth separated, Daphne said gaily, “I’ll see Bob in history class this morning.” In history class, the last period before noon, Daphne scribbled a note and handed it to Bob. He read it and smiled, “I’ll see you at noon, Daphne.” As the girls were leaving at noon, Bob joined them and said, “Daphne, that’s a piping idea. I’m going to ask Mary Lou today to go to the Prom with me.” The girls giggled but Bob added, “Of course I won’t take her. You know, Daphne, you’re going with me.” Laugh- ing, the three separated for their homes. They were going to enjoy this joke on poor little Mary Lou who was sweet but strangely unpop- ular. On bis way back to school, Bob, seeing Mary Lou ahead of him. hastened his steps and overtook her. “Hello there, Mary Lou,” he greeted her. “Hello Bob, how was the Latin test?” “Xot so hot,” Bob answered as he fell into step beside her. “Say, Mary Lou,” lie began after a moment of silence, “will you go to the Prom with me?” Mary Lou looked at him questioningly, then replied, “Why Bob, I’d love to.” So the “date” was made. The days slipped quickly by and Bob walked home occasionally with Mary Lou. She was working after school, to earn money for the beautiful green and silver lacy tiling at Carton’s, the most exclusive shop in the city. Somebody else was admiring that dress, too. Daphne was going to have it. One day, a week before the Prom, Mary Lou entered Car- ton’s and made her purchase. That evening Daphne, coming for the dress, was told, “It’s just gone.” She was stunned! Who could have bought it? All the girls knew her plan! I hat night as Bob walked home with Mary Lou she told him how her dream of the dress had come true. Daphne, walking a little way behind with Ruth, heard and knew. Alter leaving Mary Lou at her gate, Bob walked on, thinking. Soon he stopped and said aloud, “I’ll take Mary Lou! I’ll send Tom Stew- art after Daphne. Tie wants to go to our Prom and I know they’d get along.’ Glancing around to see that no one had heard him, he turned his steps homeward, happier. It was Friday! The Prom at night! What excitement! The gym was all blue and silver and mysterious. Coming home from school, Mary Lou discovered a note in her jaquette pockette: “Mary Lou: It you think Bob is going to take you to the Prom, you’re mistaken because lie’s taking Daphne. Warning you, Me.” Mary Lou read the note twice, calmly. “Daphne wrote that, ” she Twenty-eijcht said softly. “I thought it was too good to be true.” She put the note down and went upstairs. Taking the dress from her closet, she put it on and fixed her hair as she had planned to. Then, taking it off, she hung the dress in the closet. “I’ll take it back tomorrow.” And lying down on her bed, she sobbed bitterly. She lay there until the door bell rang and she remembered her mother bad gone out. She arose, hurriedly bathed her reddened eyes, and went down to the door. “Why Bob!” she gasped when she saw who was there. “Why Mary Lou, what’s the matter?” he asked. She handed him the note and, reading it, he said, “Mlary Lou, we’re going to the Prom Daphne wrote that.” He told her the whole story. Mary Lou’s heart sang as she went upstairs and dressed again. It wasn’t too good to be true, after all! BESSIE GALUSHA, ’33 Chr Art (Of Anpuriu Jtri'rkli's With the arrival of summer, some people develop a few pale tan spots about the region of the nose which they term “freckles.” Freckles they may be, but they are of a poor quality. They have nothing in com- mon with the high type “gingersnap” variety lentigines that I have. My freckles are one thing about which I am conceited. 1 think 1 have sufficient reason to be vain about my ability to acquire them, for 1 know few people who can do as well. Each year, without assistance other than that of the sun or wind, I can gain three or four hundred more genuine dark brown ones. I ask 5rou, could Sappho have done that? Or Jeanne D’Arc? Or Queen Elizabeth? I am unique! My freckles are superior in another way. The freckles of my— shall 1 say—competitors?—fade away and are no longer to be seen with Ihe arrival of winter. Not so with mine. The winter winds give me new energy, so it seems, to produce them, for they blossom out in Feb- ruary as freely as in August. They are guaranteed to be permanent and non-fading. Many people remove their freckles easily with var- ious creams and lotions, but you would not see mine disappear before so gentle an attack. Several times I have decided that I want to be rid of their com- pany, and have besieged them with doses of cosmetics, lemon juice, cucumber, buttermilk and countless other bleaches—recommended by solicitous friends. If I had 932,672,465 freckles when I began to use a bleach, I surely had 1,032,673,466 after using it for two weeks. Now I have given up and decided that they must remain with me always. I no longer encourage them to depart. Indeed, I sometimes pray that they may remain, for they are my only distinction. In my ten years of school life I have been designated as “that freckled kid” or that “freckled girl;” according to the age and relative position of the speaker. I have decided to retain my individuality. Let who will have the pearly teeth, the golden curls, the ruby lips; I have the biggest and best and most freckles of any girl in S. H. S. KATHLEEN COFFIN, '32 Twenty-nine (fttt £r tMug Jfrtrrs The most interesting feature of a man’s face is his eyes, but if you look closer you will find equal attraction in his mouth and chin. Some- times you will find that both mouth and eyes are soft, while in sharp contrast you will find a chin of opposite character. I have become accustomed to judging classmates and teachers by the expressions on their faces. Perhaps you have noticed a different type of person, say a young girl whom you have met on the street car. Have you noticed the wistful eyes that seem to tell you there is some- thing she longs for? Below the eyes you discover a small mouth slightly drooped at the corners; hut then weren’t you surprised to see a chin, very small, yet firm as Gihralter? It is very plain to see that this girl is wanting something badly and will not give up until she has it. Then too, a type of face one sees at an expensive club belongs to the person with a discontented air. Although lie may have money enough to buy a whole city, as he dances you notice a far-away look in his eyes. Money can’t always buy everything and one of those things is happiness. This is what you see in this man’s face. He talks politely to finely groomed ladies, lounges gracefully in his perfect clothes, yet in his eyes you see a longing for something simple. Very sharply in contrast with the latter type of person is the pretty brown-eyed girl of seventeen. In her warm, brown eyes, you can see love and honesty that some young man deserves. The red mouth with pearly teeth hidden behind it is her star attraction. I don’t know ot any face more attractive than this wholesome young damsel’s. MILDRED HAAS, ’32 Ehtft (Uuntgltts tit JLhtfr We have many and varied thoughts and ideas. It seems to me that noble ideas, in regard to our co-workers and strangers, are one of the most important for the happiness of most human beings. When a person’s mind is continually trying to respect his neighbor’s ideas and feelings, he is lead into doing little acts of kindness and courtesy. One ot the ways in which a person demonstrates his kind ideas is by guarding his tongue for unjust criticisms of others. There is always a pleasant side or aspect to all our characters. Why not speak of the good qualities of a person? It has been discovered that the most des- perate criminals somewhere had a few kind thoughts. Another manner of lessening unpleasantness and hard feelings is by just saying a pleasant greeting, a word of encouragement, or a word of benevolence. The following quotation explains the ideas I have tried to express: “Do all the good you can, To all the people you can, As long as ever you can, In every place you can.” Thirty ERNEST PROVOST, ’32 tLhr fvtts' DEAR OLD S. II. S. THE HOLDEN GLEAM We shall not forget the days of pleasure. We shall always think of the days of fun, We .shall forget the «lays of sorrow. But never the deeds we’ve done. We have loved our high school colors And our happy high school days; We have loved our teachers, too. In many, many ways. Schuylerville High, we love her. As our school we would; May her colors always guide us. When all school colors should. This school we love and honor. First and foremost in each heart; It is here we’re bound to be Good children from the start. To our faculty we owe much praise. Just all that we can give. For they have understood our habits As onward we did tread. First we were Freshmen, Brought under the wing of Miss Klinkhart, Looking down upon the world below us And a pride within our hearts. Another year is past; Still up we go; Sophomores, do not jest! With Miss Shannahan to help us reach our goal. September and we’re Juniors With Miss Wallace in the prow; She had a lot of troubles. For we raised an awful row. Now the year of fun and folly. For the Washington trip’s to come And Mr. La Lone the jolly. Came forth with victory won. Now the time for leaving And we must say good-bye, But we’ll always keep our honor. Of dear old Schuyler High. BETTY V. HARVEY. ’32 One night as I sat by the fireside. A sound, quite well known met my ear. I stepped from the side of the fire Into the cold night air. Thru the sky. like a meteor, was flying A light, like the stars all around. It was. as I knew ere I started. The source of that vibrating sound. As I watched it, the sound and the “meteor’ Sped on in the cold, still air. And I wondered as I watched it, What it was like up there. The stars were so still and friendly. The moon was a tiny arc. The quiet of the night quite impressed me; ’Twas a picture, from earth set apart. By God’s own hand it was painted. This picture in blue mixed with gold. A picture that’s lasted thru ages. A picture that’s never been sold. All was silent around me Except that sound so low. All was still, unmoving. Except the golden glow. But soon the “meteor’’ departed. A stillness hung over the earth. To be broken only when sunshine Comes and brings with it mirth. E’en then there often is silence. Throughout the long, long day. And night falls once more, slowly, In its same old stealthy way. As it passes by it calls us. That sound so soft and low. Calls us to the darkness, and To the starlight glow. TRIALS FROM MATH I’m a dreamer; aren’t we all? I dream I live on a desert isle Where math was never heard of— The thought permits a smile. Triangles, squares and equations Parallelograms and rectangles too; They come creeping up the stairs to me And make me feel so blue. It is cram! cram! cram! Over the thought of the dreaded exam. The pleasures of math ar not for me; There is nothing I can do or see. MARY H. CUDAHY, ’32 Have you heard a call quite like this? A call that’s not to fear? If so. it’s not for others. But only for your ear. Answer it. I beg you. As only you can do; For sometime in the future You’ll need it to help you. It may be the call for training For some work to be done; It may be a call for working. For something to be won. Work on. my friend and neighbor. Follow the path of the light; ’Till someday you shall reach it After a long, hard fight. GRACE E. RUSSELL, '33 Thirty-one First How: Joe Sciurba, Jim Hoey, Frank Sciurba, Joe DeGrochie. Frank Fogerite. Coach La Lone. Second Row: Charles Nichols (Manager). Tom Clancy. Ken Brophy. Wayne Overbagh. Cliflf Hunt. Chet Peking. Ot ‘rltu Icrs xti 1931-32 The lime lias once more arrived when the sports scribes must delve back into the records and prepare, for the benefit of posterity, a concise account of the fortunes of the 1931-32 basketball squad of Schuylerville High School. Before we go into the actual relating of wins and losses, let us drop a word about the abilities of the squad. It had been said by seasoned observers that the 1931-32 Schuvlers had a last-quarter complex. That is, they were in the thick of the battle until the last eight or ten minutes. That, dear readers, is not entirely true. Only championship teams have the necessary drive and extra zip to come through and grab the close ones at all times. The Schuvlers of 1931-32 needless to say, did not approach championship proportions. The final count showed ten victories and nine defeats for the LaLone-coached aggregation and this record showed an average of .52(i. Six of the nine defeats were of the last-quarter variety. In the ten victories, however, were included some which were very sweet, and ot which we may tell our grandchildren sometime in the dim fu- ture. Topping the list of these was a hair-raising, last minute win over Greenwich High, ancient and deadly rivals, in which Leon Fre- mont sank a foul with the count knotted and capped it off with a one- hand heave from the side to clinch the victory. Another of these no- table victories came against the Alumni, “brothers under the Orange’ Thirty-two of former seasons. The varsity was placed in a precarious position by publicly boasting of their ability to down the ex-Schuylers. They did this in no uncertain fashion, when Frankie Sciurba proved his true worth in leading the Orange. Twice during the season the boys had the championship in their grasp only to see it evade their clutching fingers in the last quarter. These two occasions were the Hoosick Falls games, which Captain Joe Riley and his blue clad Hoosiers pulled out of the fire at the last minute. The squad at the beginning of this year was composed almost entirely of veterans of varied experience. Of the old campaigners there were at the beginning of the season: “Leek” Fremont, “Hunk’ Sciurba, Joe DeGrechie, Frankie I ogerite, Burt Irish, Tommy Walsh Warren Coonrad, Chet Pekins, “Hooper” VanDerwerker and Jim Hoev. Needless to say, there was little room for any green material During the season, however, additions of “Clif” Hunt and Ken Brophy were made. Taken all-in-all, the season just finished was quite successful. A vast improvement over the previous season was noted and the ground work for possibly another championship year was begun. Returning for another campaign under Coach Merrill J. LaLone are: Joe Sciurba, all-league guard; Frankie Sciurba, the abbreviated, but capable, center; Frankie Fogerite, alias “Hawkeve” of dead-eye fame; “Hooper” VanDerwerker, the pride of Bacon Hill; Clif Hunt, who has improved in rapid strides; and several who took part in intra- mural gained and who will bear watching come next snow-fly. Yes, things look rosy again on the corner of Spring Street and Broadway. If the town will once more become basketball-conscious, and the young athletes will give their best, you fans may once more be over-lords of sporting controversy by merely mentioning “that team of ours.” May the Orange banner of Schuylerville High School wave in supremacy over north-eastern New York just once more and we’ll be content to drop back and live a peaceful existence. Stillwater oi i . 22 S.H.S. Burnt Hills _ ___ 19 14 Corinth ___ 14 30 St. Marv’s _ . _ 24 18 Alumni __ 24 32 Hoosick Falls l(i 15 Washington Academy 17 31 Greenwich ___ 14 17 Cambridge 18 19 Hoosick Falls 2.3 20 JAMES HOEY, ’32 Washington Opp. Academy 14 S.Il. 30 (’a mb ridge 5) 25 St. Marv’s _ _ 27 18 Corinth 18 10 Draper _ 33 31 Stillwater (i 20 Cobleskill _ 15 34 Ballston _ 23 21 Greenwich - 21 17 357 437 Thirty-three First Row: Marjcrie Beaulac. Artemise Seney. Es.her Carlson. Leona Bennett (Captain), Marion Lddv. Barham Potter. Marguerite DeGuire. Second Row; Kdna Periard. Helen Hewitt. Marie Heapelt. Edith DeGrcchio. Pauline Petralia Cath- erine Maynard. Third Row: Margaret Cussler (Coach), Anna Coffinger. Lesley Barker. Sylvia Barker. Ethel Fowler. Mary Reed (Manager). lighting It was a cold day in November when the girls organized for another year at basketball with new members and a new captain Nonie Bennett. Practice began as practices do and before very long twelve games were scheduled. The first one proved fatal to the Schuylers but before they closed the season they showed their fans that they weren’t to be discouraged by a few dofea s. Their entire year was a successful one as far as success goes. They won six games out ot twelve and those six weren’t easy ones. Scoring honors were won by “Art’ ’ Seney, with 141) points out of 258 points scored by the whole team. lo close the year the girls had a banquet. A speech was made by Coach Cussler after which Captain Bennett presented Miss (’ussier with a gilt from the team, showing their appreciation for the wonder lul coaching and comradeship they had received throughout the year Letters were awarded to: Ait Seney, that corking little basketball player whose ability to dump them in from all angles of the court made her a thorn in the side of the opposing team; luh Beau lac, diminutive winning mate in Art’s supporting cast and a star in her own right; leg hit tig, elongated center, whose offensive and defensive Thirty-four play was a material aid in the campaign; Marie Hespelt, a “frosh” making her debut with the squad and showing promise. Tab this girl in the near future. “Barb” Potter, versatile exponent of grace in motion, who filled in well at all positions and has half of her career ahead of her; “Peg” DeGuire, another “jack-of-all-trades,” whose consistent performances helped the Schuylers down in front repeatedly. “Nonie” Bennett, captain and master-of-ceremonies whose steady guarding and incomparable spirit brought the team over the top more than once; Esther Carlson, a cautious, cool guard who forms a good part ot the backbone of an unbreakable defensive team; Helen Hewitt, another lass who faced her initial test this year, and will bear watching. The enthusiastic players are looking forward with great anticipa lion to Father Time’s signal for the gym doors to open again to basketball. Opp. S.H.S. Burnt Hills 22 17 Alumnae 13 Bennington 13 8 Hoosick Falls 17 36 Stillwater 8 42 Bennington 13 32 Greenwich 22 15 'ambridge 50 26 Luzerne 20 26 I loosick Falls 22 1!) ( ambridge 46 11 Greenwich 13 247 258 jBasi'tatll mtb. (Entrk Again the Sports spotlight lingers on the girls. This time it isn't on the court but instead on the fields. The girls, after a few years oi hiding, again emerge holding the bat and baseball. They reveal, to the ones who grin at them, their ability to make hits, runs, and errors. Of course the latter have to be considered. Nevertheless the girls seem to know how to use the baseball material. Their first few prac tices proved a new fad to some and they soon dropped out of the line- up. They elected a captain one afternoon before practice and the po- sition was given to your correspondent. Their first game is with Cambridge. The gym classes are taking up track as a pastime and you would be surprised to see the ability some of those girls show in jumping and racing. BARBARA POTTER, ’34 Thirty-five Chitrrc Cluirtli's Prompt Punctuation Miss ('ussier: How would you punctuate this sentence: “A pretty girl, walking down the street turned the corner just as 1 saw her?” Chet Pekins: 1 would make a dash after her. Our Colored Jokes Rastus Myers: Wh-what yo’ done call it when a girl gets married three times ? Bigotry ? Mose Prindle: Boy, yo’ suttinly is dumb. When a girl gits married two times—dat’s bigotry. When she done try it three times—dat’s trigonometry. Honorable Protect ion “Jimmy Peters, how did you get that black eye?” “1 was protecting a little boy.” “How noble! Who was he?” “Me.” Not The Type James Hoey, after gazing thoughtfully at the “Boy Wanted” sign in a store window, stepped into the shop. “What kind of a boy is it you want?” he asked the owner. “Oh, a decent sort of lad—one who is quick and willing, one who isn’t lazy and doesn’t whistle, one who knows his manners, one—” Jim thrust his hands into his pockets and eyed the store keeper. “You don’t want a boy at all,” he interrupted,.“you want a girl.” Jump in the Lake K. Myers: (bragging about his ancestry) Yes, my father sprang from a long line of peers. M. Macklin: (bored) Why not try it yourself? And Did He? D. Seney: Betcha he’d kiss you if 1 weren’t here. A. Seney: You bad, bad boy! Run away this instant! But Will They? “Many worse things have come to pass,” sighed Mr. Burke as he gazed at the incoming freshmen. In and Out J. Cochrane: What’s the most you ever got out of that new car oi yours, Bob? Bob: (wearily) Seven times in one mile. Thirty nix A ft; r M onkeys—M an Pop base: Look hero, 1 object to going on right after that monkey act. Miss Healy: You’re right. They might think it’s an encore. Catnipped Mary had a Thomas cat, It warbled like Caruso, A neighbor swung a baseball bat— Xow Thomas doesn’t do so. A Bad One Pop Chase: Have you heard the story of the mean army officer? Fred McFeeters: No, what about him? Pop: He was rotten to the corps. “Milly” Haas: The secret of good health is onion eating. Betty Harvey: But how is onion eating to be kept a secret ? “Ed” Winslow: What do you do with trousers when you wear them out ? Leon Robinson: Wear them home again. “Ray” Sparling: Is it true, mother, that the sheep is the dumbest of all animals? Mother: Yes, my little lamb. Miss Cusslcr: Give me a definition of “Polygon.” Billie Van: A polygon is a dead parrot. M iss Myers: “Correct this sentence, ‘It was me that spilt the ink.’ ” Forest Prindle: “It wasn’t me that spilt the ink.”—(ex. Do Your Part, Hank Once upon a time an enterprising poultryman crossed his hens with parrots to save time. He used to spend much time hunting the eggs but now the hens walk up to him and say, “Hank, I just laid an egg. Go get it!” Pluck, Too! “That’s a swell job Joe’s got playing the violin.” “Yeh, he got it by pulling strings.” Coach LaLone: Foul. “Clif” Hunt: Where are the feathers? Coach: This is a picked team, Hunt. Thirty-seven II Mary Macklin wore spike heels, And all the teachers barked like seals; If Donald Eddy missed three meals, How funny this old world would be? If Birchie got her Latin II, And Fred McFeeters ever Hew; If at the tea dances they drank tea, How funny this old world would be? If the girls just couldn’t talk, And they turned down rides to walk; If the teachers threw the chalk, llow funny this old world would be? If Mr. Burke should “buck an’ wing,” And Ernie Provost tried to sing; If Miss Gibson climbed a tree, How funny this old world would be? If silly girls forgot to giggle, And high school dancers didn’t jiggle; If Kilmer went upon a spree, How funny this old world would be? If Jimmy missed a looking glass, And Esther Carlson didn’t pass; If Pat Xardelli didn’t sass, How funny this old world would be? If Robert Lansing didn’t grin, And Weezers ears were made of tin, If in Prof we should stick a pin, How funny this old world would be? If staid Miss Healy said “he ain’t” And Nonie Bennett couldn’t paint; If at this time you do not faint, How funny this old world would be? Continued from page 7 Perhaps the editing of a newspaper every other week, and the publishing of an annual at the end of the year are two of the most nerve-racking tasks attempted in high school. Those who have engaged in the performance of the many kinds of work called for in publications certainly know what it means. They deserve great credit from the rest of the student body. If, however, the amount of toil spent in publications and the extra hours used to make THIS SCHUYLER a success are estimated and appre- ciated accordingly by the faculty and students, then the labors of the publications group are justified. Thirty-eight Autographs Anting rnplis % •-- , - - r ? i r' - '■ — - , r7!Vw ;. - I