Schuylerville Central School - Schuyler Yearbook (Schuylerville, NY)

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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

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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

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(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