Schuylerville Central School - Schuyler Yearbook (Schuylerville, NY)

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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

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'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

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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