Schuylerville Central School - Schuyler Yearbook (Schuylerville, NY)

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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

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(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

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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