Schuylerville Central School - Schuyler Yearbook (Schuylerville, NY)

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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

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;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

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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