Schuylerville Central School - Schuyler Yearbook (Schuylerville, NY)

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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

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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

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(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