Schuylerville Central School - Schuyler Yearbook (Schuylerville, NY)

Text from Pages 1 - 24 of the 1933 volume:

®hi' Srlntulcr Published by tlje Senior Class of Scljuylcrlullc Jftglt Scium 1 Schuylerville, New York VOLUME VII 1933 JVimiinistratiim HOARD OF EDUCATION Dr. Thomas E. Bullard, President John W. Cummings, Clerk James P. McGarry Amos B. Jaquith James Mealey School Physician, Dr. M. D. Duhy Treasurer, J. E. Molloy Attendance Officer, John Clancy Collector, Dorothy Webster IK'iit'ratunt Because we sincerely appreciate the help that he has given us in our last two years of high school; the efforts he has made to make those years vital and full of meaning to our lives; the interest he has shown in us, as a class, and as individuals; and his interest in our efforts to produce a year book: we, the class of 1933, dedicate this Schuyler to Arvid J. Burke, our principal, adviser and friend. (Du' ifacultu Mr. Arvid J. Burke,—Supervising Principal. Columbia University (St. Stephen's College) 1925; A. B. New York State College for Teachers. 1928; Union University, 1929; M. A. New York State College for Teach- ers. 1930; Summer Session New York State College for Teachers. 1931; Summer Session Cornell University, 1932, 1933. M iss Helen I. Shannahan—French. A. B. New York State College for Teach- ers; Cornell Summer School of Music, 1927, 1929. M iss Dorothy G. Lasher—Commerce. B. S. in Commerce, New York State College for teachers. Miss E. Katherine Gibson—English; Library. Maryland State Normal School; B. S. Co- lumbia University; Library S.ervicc. Columbia University 1930; New York State College for Teachers, 1932. Miss Louise Herbert—Music; Drawing. Potsdam Normal School. 1930; Summer School, Buffalo University, 1932. Miss Mary Healy—History. A. B. Russell Sage College, 1931. Miss Margaret T. Cussler—Latin. A. B. New York State College for Teach- ers. 1931, Matriculated for M. A. degree, 1932. Four Mr. M. J. La Lone—Science. B. S. St. Lawrence University. M iss Marian Gilbert� —Mathematics. A. B. New York State College for Teach- ers, 1931. Mr. Omer Boivin—Physical Education. Cortland State Normal School, 1932. M iss Elizabeth M. Cunningham— 8th Grade. Teachers Training Class. Glens Falls. 1925; Oneonta Normal School, 1930. Miss Elizabeth Myers—7th Grade. Professional Work, St. Lawrence University, Canton, N. Y.; New York State College for Teachers. Mrs. Maude Northrup—6th Grade. New York State College for Teachers. M iss Alice Haren—5th Grade. Oneonta Normal School, 1931. Miss Alyce Boivin—4th Grade. Oneonta Normal School; Kindergarten- Primary Course, 1926. Miss Alice Clancy—3rd Grade. Gcncsco Normal School, 1903. Miss Mary Cooney—2nd Grade. Plattsburgh Normal School. M iss Mae E. Northrup—1st Grade. Ballston Training Class. janitor Class MOTTO Enter to learn; depart to serve. Flower Talisman Tea Rose Colors Blue and Silver CLASS OFFICERS Stephen E. Thorne, Jr. Francis Chase ...... Gertrude Brown ..... John Martis ...... William Loomis ..... President Vice President . . Secretary . T reasurer . Business Manager SENIOR CLASS SONG—’33 (Tune of Juanita) Slowly are fading, from today into the past, Our golden school days, breaking at last. But we have the mem’ries where they will ever live; We entered to learn, We depart to serve. Chorus: Classmates, fond classmates, Thou art passing from our side. School days, beautiful school days, In memory abide. a When in our dreaming, happy thoughts around us cling, Our Alma Mater proudly we shall sing. May our colors lead us, Blue and Silver, Orange and Black. May our seal forever guide the mem’ries back. Classmates, fond classmates, Though we journey far and wide, School days, beautiful school days, Will with us abide. Five Grace E. Russei.i. ($ur Jfmtr IJcars in “3Hujb” What a thrill it was when we, the Freshmen of 1929, attended our first assem- bly as official members of the high school. We were 44 strong; 19 boys and 25 girls. Some dignified, some “cut-ups,” but, on the whole, most of us were out for a grand time, rather than to study. Will we ever forget the uncomplimentary manner in which we sized up our teachers? We thought we were sitting on top of the world in those days. It is nice to be young and innocent. The main social event of this year was our sleigh ride, chaperoned by Miss Gibson and Miss Wallace. We had lots of fun, but we nearly froze to death. Time brought many changes. We had cut a few wisdom teeth and no longer thought we were rulers of the school. We showed our teachers a little more con- sideration, although none of us studied very hard. The social event of our second year was our gym frolic which was chaperoned by Miss Shannahan and Mr. Schultz. With the beginning of our Junior year and the coming of Mr. Burke, as prin- cipal, we were taught new ideas of consideration and courtesy. Social activities of this year began with a marvelous Hallowe’en party, followed by tea dances and the inevitable Junior Prom. We still rave about the success of that event. We had the usual Junior picnic at Sunnyside, all having a wonderful trip. At this time we were much concerned about our Washington trip and had many conferences and plans as to how we would raise the necessary money. As Seniors we received our first real jolt by the ultimatum handed down by the Board of Education which utterly demolished any hopes we entertained of reach- ing Washington. The depression had given us its first knock. Later, like all other Seniors, we settled down to work, although we managed to have a little fun on the side. Through the tireless efforts of Miss Shannahan, we managed the usual Lyceum Course, from which we gained nothing, financially at least. Our “Schuyler” proved to be a failure, because of the hard times, so we are now enjoying the precedent of having a Senior Yearbook instead. As we near our goal, we arc filled with a sense of freedom. Much as we shall miss the pleasures of school days, we are eager to begin life’s battle for ourselves. We shall carry with us regret that our pleasant associations with our teachers and classmates must be severed, but we shall also carry a feeling of loyalty and love for dear old “S. H. S.,”—may we all meet within her walls, successful and happy, in years to come! Six Aileen Cummings STEPHEN THORNE “Steve” Senior (’lass President. Fourth Honor Student; Track Team; Tumbling Squad; Round Table Con- ference: Intcrclass Basket- ball; Dramatics - Assemblies; “S chuyle r Advertising Manager; Class Prophecy. One still strong man in a blatant land.” ERNESTINE MINER Ernie” Echoes” Typing Mana- ger; Schuyler Typing Manager; Student Librar- ian; Library Club. “Attempt the end and never stand to doubt Nothing’s so hard but search will find it out.” ALICE SMITH “Smitty” Salutatorian; Latin Club - Second Consul; French Club; “Echoes” Assistant Editor; Schuyler” Literary Editor; Manager of Girls Basketball; Dramatics. Wearing all that weight of learning lightly, like a flower.” RUTH ESMOND Fifth Honor Student ; Schuyler” Editor in Chief; Creative Writing; Debates; Round Table Conference; President French Club; Li- brary Club; Student Librar- ian: Echoes” Editor In Chief. True humility, the highest virtue, mother of them all.” GERTRUDE BROWN “Gert” Office Assistant; Senior Class Secretary. Neat, not gaudy. MARCELLA NACY Marc” Third Honor Student; Of- fice Assistant; Assistant Senior Treasurer. Begone, dull care; thou and I shall never agree.” KILMER MYERS The Deacon” Valedictorian; Dramatics; Round Table Conference; Track Team; T u ni b 1 i n g Squad; Intra-Mural Basket- ball; Student Librarian; De- bates; Class Will; Schuyler Staff. One on God’s side is a majority.” JOHN MARTIS “Johnny” Library Club; Track Team; Baseball Manager; “Echoes” News E d i tor; Dramatics - Senior Play and Assemblies; Senior Class Treasurer; InterClass Bas- ketball. “He came up smilin’.” MARY HOEY French Club; Schuyler Art Editor; Glee Club. “She doeth little kindnesses which most leave undone or despise.” Seven HARRY SMITH Harry has planned for years to take up forestry, but only recently has he had a real interest in Wood. MARGUERITE DE GUIRE ‘•Pec” Varsity Basketball; French Club, Assistant Secretary; Library Club; Student Li- brarian; “Schuyler” ticket committee. “Oh, I’m in love with the janitor’s boy And the janitor's boy loves me.” CATHERINE WOOD “Kay” Though recently trans- ferred from Academy of the Holy Names, we’ve had time to learn to like her well- some of us very well indeed. “The Smith a mighty man is he.” mary McDermott Publications and Dramat- ics, 1931 32. Her voice was ever soft, gentle and low -an excellent thing in woman.” JOSEPH SZEKELY “Job” Round Table Conference; French Club. Librarian; Dramatics; Debates: Orches- tra. The little stars al ove the Danube arc calling me home again.” LEONA BENNETT “Nonie” Varsity Basketball; “Echoes” Art Editor; Li- brary Club; “Schuyler” («iris' Sports Editor. Always an artist—she can draw even her breath left handed.” WILLIAM LOOMIS Billy” Manager of Boy’s Basket- ball and Track Teams; Ser- vice Clubs; Round Table Conference; Dramatics; Bus- iness Manager of Senior Class; Chairman of Athletic Committee; Captain of Sen- ior Interclass Basketball. Charm us, orator, till the lion look no larger than the cat.” FRANK SCI UR BA “Runk” Varsity basketball; base- ball. “A town that boasts inhab- itants like me can have no lack of good society.” BESSIE GALUSHA Office Assistant; French Club. One of the nicest girls in S. II. S—she gets them com- ing and going. Eight RAYMOND OKUMAIN “Jake” Varsity Basketball: Li brary Club: History Confer- ence; English Conference: Student Librarian; Round Table Conference. What greater tribute than this He followed the Gold- en Rule. MARGARET WII ITT IG ‘Teo” Basketball; Publications, Dramatics in 1931-32. Divinely tall and most divinely fair.” FREDERICK Me FEET K R S Freddie” Freddie is always up in the air about something — especially airplanes, croon- ers, and women drivers. FRANK FOGERITE Hawk-eye” Athletic Association; Base- ball: Basketball; Schuyler Boys’ Sports Editor A woman is only a wo- man, but a good cigar's a smoke.” MAURICE PATRICK Baseball. To take things as they are—that's my philosophy.” AILEEN CUMMINGS French Club: “Schuyler , Class Editor. What is life without laughter?” ROBERT LANSING Bob” Dramatics. A wictim of connuhial- ity.” CLARA WINNEY French Club Secretary; Library Club; Student f.i- rarian. Mix reason with pleas- ure, and w isdo in wit li mirth. MARIAN EDDY Glee Club; Varsity Base- ball and Basketball. Stately and serene.” FRANCIS CHASE Pop” Senior Class Vice Presi- dent; Dramatics. I’ve never dared to be as funny as I can.” Nine RUSSELL MACDOUGALL Office Assistant; Inter- class Basketball; Baseball. “My life is one dent'd horrid grind. BESSIE BOOTH Latin Club; Schuyler” Poetry Editor; Library Club. “In her tongue the law of kindness.” ANNA COFFINGER “Come what will, I’ve sworn it still, I’ll never be melancholy.” HARRIET BROPHY Girls’ Baseball Team; Class Basketball. “To live is not merely to breathe, it is to act.” DONALD EDDY As natural as life and twice as large. ROSE MULLEN “Schuyler Circulation Manager; Dramatics; French Club. “Queen rose of the rose- bud garden of girls.” GRACE RUSSELL French Club. Treasurer; Orchestra; Round Table Conference; “Schuyler” Ac- tivities Editor; Library Club; Student Librarian. “Thou large-brained wo- man.” ELZIE NACY Baseball; Inter-class Bas- ketball. “A nice unparticular man.” DONALD HINKLEY T y p i s t : “Echoes” and “Schuyler.” “D” stands for Donald, dancing and de'ilishness. MARGARET PERKINS “Peg” “Happiness comes from work, not play.” HARRY BROPHY Interclass Basketball. “It is not wise to be wiser than necessary.” Ten Qllass 3rajjheru Today, June 25, 1953, 1 have just completed a tour of the world in which 1 came across most of the Senior Class of 1933. One year ago 1 left Schuylcrvillc, where the only persons of the class remaining were Harry Brophy, who had pur- chased the Brisbin Orchard, and Maurice Patrick, who ran a dairy farm. I took an airplane from Fred McFeeter’s flying school in Albany to New York where I met Joe Szekely, who was to accompany me to Hungary, where he directed the Budapest Symphony Orchestra at the Royal Opera House and, as guest artist, rendered a few solos on his violin. We went to a vaudeville in which “Pop” Chase was advertised as the leading comedian of the time. After leaving the theater, we stopped at a restaurant for lunch, where 1 was destined to have one of the greatest surprises of my life. As we entered, a very dignified head-waiter approached us. 1 immediately knew 1 had seen him before and my suspicions were soon verified by the fact that no one could pos- sibly trip and land as gracefully on the lap of a very astonished lady as did my for- mer classmate, Kilmer Myers. Instantly I called his name and to my amazement, the lady also said, “Well, if it isn’t Kilmer Myers.” The lady turned out to be “Marc” Nacy, who had been carrying on social work in the great metropolis. She said that very often she secs “Gert” Brown, who is secretary in one of the offices of the Empire State Building, and Elzie Nacy, who has taken up professional baseball. After a long conversation, I left for my hotel to make ready to board ship in the morning. On my way I stopped and purchased a magazine, and imagine my surprise when I read “Editor-in- Chief—Ruth Esmond.” We set sail amid the usual hustle and bustle of departure but little did we realize that on that same boat there were thirteen other persons of the class of ’33. The first person I recognized was John Martis who was the steward for our cabin. The next familiar thing was a voice. Of course it was “Bill” Loomis! He was speaking to a group about the diplomatic relations of the United States and Great Britain. He was well informed on this subject since he had changed his opinion that most politicians are crooked, and had accepted the position of ambassador to England. We finally checked his flow of oratory by introducing ourselves. Later we strolled the deck and “Bill” told us that he was accompanied by his staff among whom were Anna Coffinger, secretary, and Ernestine Miner, stenographer. As we approached one end of the deck we heard several feminine voices raised in heated conversation. There’s no need to tell you that it was the “S. H. S. Trium- virate” Alice Smith, Aileen Cummings, and Rose Mullen. After the first surprise was over, they told us they were going to tour France with a group of other French teachers. Most surprising of all was that they were at that moment waiting for “Nonie” Bennett and Mary lloey, who were going to Paris to finish their artistic education. Eleven During the voyage I learned that the ship’s purser was Frank Sciurba, and I tried to collect two bits he borrowed in ’32, hut failed. The second day out was ex- ceptionally rough and I felt as though I would never reach land alive, but when I called the ship’s doctor and he turned out to be Raymond Germain, 1 decided 1 wouldn’t require medical attention. The sea finally became calm and 1 enjoyed the rest of the voyage except for one thing. The cook was “Don” Hinckley! He had been taught to cook in a cook- ing school conducted in New York by Harriet Brophy and Marion Eddy. 1 had a pleasant voyage and landed in England on July 4. My trip through Europe and Asia was interesting, but 1 didn’t meet anyone I knew until I boarded at Hong Kong a ship for the United States. There was a tall man whom I thought 1 recognized. Upon looking on the passenger list 1 found Russell MacDougall’s name. When 1 had made myself known, he told me he was president of a large steel corporation. During our voyage he said that there were several of the class of ’33 in California. One of them was Clara Winney who was a stenographer in one of his offices. He also said that Harry Smith, the forest ranger, had been hurt in a recent forest fire and was taken to Dr.Catherine Wood’s hospital. At this hos- pital Bessie Booth, Grace Russell, and Bessie Galusha are nurses. The last person he mentioned was “Peg” De Guire who had been trying to teach him to dance at her dancing school in Hollywood. I returned to New York to resume my occupation, glad that I had spent a year in which so many amazing coincidences had occurred. Stephen E. Thorne, Jr. junior Class pHII Witness on this second day of May in the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred thirty three, that we, the Seniors of Schuylerville High School, city of Schuylerville, town of Saratoga, county of Saratoga, State of New York, Middle Atlantic States, United States of America, North America, Western Hemisphere, Planet of the Earth, Universe of the United Planets, Fixed Stars, having been declared questionably sound by a young would-be lawyer, John Martis, hereby draw up, establish, ordain, and publish this document as our last will and testament. We hereby command that all our unjust, and otherwise, debts be immediately, expeditiously, and promptly paid; that a fund be founded from the said will and testament for the purpose of paying a beneficent salary for an official gum collector; that a solemn day of mourning be observed by Adeline Irish and John Szekely upon our departure from the said institution of ignorance. We bequeath to the Junior Class (if there be any such) that highly evident atmosphere of intelligence which permeates the Senior room, with the hope that this alone shall tender them the right to be called students; the sense of superiority and aloofness that has always characterized our noble class. Twelve To the “Sophomores” we present the great physical beauty and charm of the Senior Class, recognizing that they are handicapped along this line. We present to the little Freshmen an autographed copy of Walter WincheH’s essay “On Being Wise,” and a class set of directions on the “Technique of Sucking Lollypops.” To the members of the Eighth Grade, we bequeath one can of disinfectant with which they are to spray the Freshmen rooms. To James DeLuca we bequeath Thomas Clancy’s sleeping powder; to Malcolm Harvey, the privilege to occupy Fred McFeeter’s shoes; to some deserving Junior, not yet discovered, Stephen Thorne’s position as president; to James Ellis, Russell Mac Dougall’s gift of gab; to “Ed” Everts, Johnny Martis’s starched collars; to Mr. La Lone, Stephen Thorne’s ability in chemistry; to Bill Vanderwerker, Francis Chase’s sense of humor; to Jim Carey, Joe Szekely’s laugh; to Patsy Yarossi, Bill Loomis’s fiery oratory; to Hugh Wanmer, Don Hinckley’s polished manners; to 'Font Hoey, Maurice Patrick’s unassuming manner; to Olive Cramer, Peg De Guire’s compact; to Alctha White, Kilmer Myer’s tumbling ability; to Harold Smith, “Jerky” Germain’s ability to play basketball; to Sheldon Robinson, Ernestine Miner’s ability at the typewriter; to Helen Eddy, Alice Smith’s lack of height; to Bill Galusha, Rose Mullen’s knowledge of history; to Eva Donnelly, Elzie Nacy’s ruddy complexion; to Anna Maynard, “Marc” Nacy’s natural complexion; to William Corsetti, Gertrude Brown’s position in the office; to Norman Woodruff, Harry Smith’s way with women; to Doris Sochier, Grace Russell’s demureness; to Harold Williams, Ruth Esmond’s versatility; to Ethel Fowler, Anna Coffinger’s cud of gum; to Charles Glass, “Nonie” Bennett’s artistic temperament; to Air. Clancy, Bob Lansing’s pep; to Leona Bouchard, Margaret Perkin’s rimless glasses; to “Marjie” Cromie, Mary Hocy’s charm; to Marjory White, Aileen Cummings’s permanent; to Mazic Van Derwerker, Clara Winney’s naivete; to Minnie Fogcrite, Marian Eddy’s avoirdupois; to Winnifred Hanna, Bessie Booth’s poetic ability; and to Walter Cook, Bessie Galusha’s friendliness. We finally bequeath to Miss Shannahan our ardent admiration for her patient endurance of the trials and tribulations which presented themselves during her per- iod of reign over us; our gratitude to the faculty for so patiently bearing with us; and to Mr. Burke the dedication of the “Schuyler.” Witnesses: Stephen E. Thorne, Jr., Senior Kathleen G. Coffin, Post Graduate Edna Periard, Junior David H. Craw, Sophomore Winnifred M. Hanna, Freshman E. Katherine Gibson, Faculty Member Signed this fourth day of Alay, nine- teen hundred thirty-three, anno domini, in the library of Schuylerville High School C. Kilmer A'Iyers, ’33 Thirteen was Enough with over.-mea ure WHe i fou-vid -mfiKe a v� ote of I will c-ncKa-n t tbiwe e� r“ What fool thete mortals be “ Now soicl bath £ lbow room M The tryst inf pi ct Cfao ji i£u's to a Jitubcut A religious argument is universally admitted dangerous and useless business; but a religious discussion is widely acclaimed as beneficial. The members of tbe Round Table Discussions have learned to distinguish between the two and have seen the worth in tbe latter. It is because they have qualified tbe two pastimes that their opinions on things spiritual have come to light. We have that old admonition: “Let no man despise thy youth.” No man has around the conference table. Earnest, thoughtful students, especially those of our own class, have shared with others their spiritual experiences and most profound convictions. The whole process has been one of sharing, and giving to others, bits of the results of their religious meditations and thinking. It has benefited not only the ones who have related them but also those who listened. It has been found that some of the conference members profess quite varied forms of philosophy or “ways of life.” Indeed, some claim philosophies of their own invention, preferring this to those formulated by philosophers of other days. A small number belong to tbe Oxford Group, whose principles are to maintain com- plete honesty between men and between man and God. They attempt to live lives of guidance from Christ and of sharing. Many, on the other hand, call themselves but “nominal Christians”, while a few profess quite frankly no Christianity at all. We believe that were a comparative graph of the spirituality of our classmates taken, it would be found quite high. Tbe interest manifest in religious discussion and topics surely proves that. Underneath it all, however, runs a deep current of yearning to understand the abiding, eternal principles of the religion of Jesus of Nazareth. This is to be fos- tered and cherished as a priceless characteristic of student religious life. After all, there are two sides to a high school student. C. Kilmer Myers beauty iit Htfe There is so much of beauty in the world that it is our bounden duty to eke from life all that life can give. Youth is tbe time for doing, experimenting, discovering, creating, laughing, loving and giving. To experience the joys of living—Live! “After years will be time enough for sleep—carefulness—and tears.” Before us, into the infinite, stretch the ways of life, traversed by millions before us, while other millions shall follow after. As we go our way we must be mindful of the many details of beauty, plainly evident to the observant eye. We shall head toward the mountain top, living every inch of the way, breathing in all of the frag- rance, all of the happiness, and all of the beauty. How much fuller and more com- plete is the life of the person who travels thus, than the life of him who heads directly for his goal and rushes heedlessly onward, crushing the tiny flowers and deaf to the sweet music of God’s world. There is no earthly thing which does not hold some beauty, some bit of love- liness. If, when our ideals arc thwarted, and everything is veiled in gloom, we can but look underneath the surface; glance into our mirrors and laugh at our tragic faces; square our shoulders and turn again to our way; we can be at least partially happy. The fog will lift; our vision will clear, and before us will be the mountain top, more beautiful than ever. Our eyes shall recognize, and our hearts shall welcome the new beauties, as each is met. To go through life with open eyes, conscious of all, “to make tbe most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes,” is the secret of eternal youth. Ruth Esmond Fifteen A tribute to the Class of ’33 I think I am safe in saying that the class of '33 has had far more numerous and serious obstacles to contend with than it has ever been the misfortune of any previous class in the history of our school to encounter. There is no evil, however, from which some good does not result. The spirit in which the class met and overcame the tremendous obstacles fate has hurled in their path tended to bring out the fine characteristics, the loyalty, courage, and school spirit with which most boys and girls of this class arc imbued. The class of ’33 helped the class of ’32 to complete their plans for the Washington trip. Then came the news that, due to the depression, the class of ’33 would not be able to make the customary trip. The fondest dream of every boy and girl as soon as they become freshmen is the trip to Washington which they will take when they become seniors. The boys and girls of the class of ’33, being no different from any others, cherished the same dream. 1 hey accordingly set to work and laboured through the years in order to attain this goal. Consequently, when at the eleventh hour they were obliged to re- linquish their fondest dream and their “Castles in the Air” came tumbling down, the class was sadly disappointed. They lost none of their school spirit, however, nor the spirit of loyalty and cooperation, so characteristic of them. They threw their energies whole-heartedly into the task of aiding their “little brothers and sis- ters”, namely “the class of ’34”, to pave their way for the eventful and pleasureable trip of which fate had deprived them. Then there were difficulties with the year book. It looked for a while as if the class of ’33 was, after four years of continuous labor for class and for school, to pass out of the History of S. H. S. with their achievements and sacrifices un- recorded. Nor would there be anything to remind them, in years to come, of the classmates with whom they had labored side by side for four long years, and with whom they had shared their disappointments and successes. But again, with char- acteristic loyalty and enthusiasm, “the class” rallied to the support of the “Year Book” and their final efforts were crowned with success. I am sure that when we say “Fare-well” to our high school career and set forth on the stormy seas of life, where the roads part, often never to meet again, the year book will be a pleasant reminder of the “good ole school-days” and of the beautiful friendships and acquaintances that grew out of four years of associations and co- operation with such fine classmates; and we shall feel then, more than we do now, that our labors have not been in vain. Joseph Szekei.y Sixteen nrtrg BLOSSOMS ODE ON DELIGHT Do you like to watch the blossoms. As they grow each passing day; As they grow from stems to flowers. Each in its own way ? Mow the tender steins come peeping. Through the moist and tender earth. How the green buds start to gather, Then to grow for all they're worth. Soon the buds grow pink and fuzzy. As if to show they have sonic life; ’Till a rain just bursts them open. And they turn to snowy white. For a time they blossom gaily; Then they start to lose their charm. Their petals drop off sadly. But they do not come to harm. Take a life now, and compare it To a flowrct, fair and pure, And you’ll notice as you do it How similar all things arc. First come infant days a-peeping. Somehow, we know not from where; This to childhood changes swiftly. Rosy buds without a care. Then they burst, and on the morrow They have turned to blossoms fair. Some are weak, while some are hardy; Some arc fairest blossoms rare. These may bloom for days or ages. As their special case may be; ’Till they slowly, surely wither, Then as slowly, pass away. Grace Russell LIFE DOES THIS People thought her beautiful before; Now, a greater, richer, finer beauty Is graven on that lovely face. Suffering, that great artist Has drawn it there. Pain, dull, dreary pain. Has traced patience there. The beautiful trusting soul Looks calmly from The blue eyes. She has left her youth behind her; Now, she travels on life’s road As only a lovely woman can go__ With an eternal trust in God; A love for all things; A belief that is expressed In all she does, In all she is. Ruth Esmond It's the greatest delight in the world To watch the dawn like a banner unfurled; To wade waist deep in babbling brooks; To read fairy tales in quiet little nooks; To wander alone down a moonlit lane; To seek and to find; to lose and regain. Day, with its thousand eyes at noon Cannot sec the delights of the moon; Dawn or books, in quiet little nooks; Insistent noises made by the brooks; Soft, silent shadows of tremendous trees; Bright, graceful greenness of new budded leaves. Lovers parting in lanes obscure; Closely locked in arms secure; Love’s happiness or parting’s sweet sorrow; The joys and the pleasures, awaiting tomorrow; Delights and darings of each treasured kiss; The heaven on earth in moments like this. Misunderstood and awfully abused. Delight is a word often misused, Bessie Booth TIME Oh, time, thou fleetest on wings of wind. Thou pauseth not but callcth ever, “Come hither. Come hither.” If I could but forget thee. And live my life without thee, I wonder, would God be nearer me? Ruth Esmond THE DOGSLED Mush on, brave dogs of the northland, Through the blizzard that hides the way; With never a look behind you; Or a thought of the frozen trail. Mush on, far into the northland. Where the nights are dark and cold; Where the blizzard rages in fury. And the cry of the wolf is heard. Mush on, through the country of snow and ice, Wlhere the trapper staggers And fights for his life; And the Caribou hungrily roam. Mush on, and on, and on, With never a thought of turning. Until the destined goal is reached And the task is well accomplished. Frank Focerite Seventeen '(Eljc tssay Contest Kate Bromley and Jean Newton bent over a history book lying on the table. “Jean, are you going to enter the essay contest?” “Yes, I think I shall. With our essay work in English, it ought to be a cinch for us. Let’s see, was the Dingley Tariff low ? Are you going to enter, Kate?” “Um-hm, I guess so. Oh, tariffs don’t interest me,” Kate answered impatiently. Each year the Barkerville D. A. R. sponsored an essay contest with a prize of twenty-five dollars. It sounded easy enough to Jean. She’d get her outline made and send it to Liz who was in College. She’d write it for her as Liz was good that way and could write better than Jean. But when she told her plan to her mother, Mrs. Newton said that Jean must write her own essay. Jean half-heartedly composed her notes and told Kate, next morning of the broken plan. But Kate was ecstatic. “Why, Jean,” she purred, “this is splendid. There’s no need for the rest of us to compete.” But this implied compliment did not cheer Jean. She abandoned her notes and when she again worked on them, she saw that Kate was working on some notes exactly like hers. Jean was hurt. She hardly spoke to Kate after that and burned her notes. Oh, Mother,” she sobbed, “how could Kate do it? She’s got everything and 1 need that money. When the winner was to he announced in assembly, Jean was trembling as she walked into the auditorium beside Kate. “Darling,” Kate was purring, “You’re going to get the surprise of your life.” But Jean didn’t answer. She couldn’t rejoice over Kate’s victory when it should have been hers. Mr. Davis rose and began a lengthy explanation of the contest; it’s purpose and benefits. “Oh. why can’t he say Kate Bromley won the prize and get it over?” thought Jean. Then she heard, “1 am happy to present the twenty-five dollars in gold to Jean Newton. Will Miss Newton please come forward ?” Kate pressed Jean’s hand, “Go ahead, dearie,” she whispered. Rising, Jean spoke calmly, But, Mr. Davis, there must be a mistake. I didn’t enter an essay.” But Kate rose beside her pal and explained to the entire school that she wrote Jean’s essay for her, knowing that Jean would not win the prize, regardless of her ideas. As the girls were called to the front and pronounced the joint winners of the contest, a roar of applause greeted them from the audience. Bessie Galusha efforts of Beauty on 1£tfc Many and lasting are the effects of beauty on life. Beauty can be observed in all highway's and by ways of life whether along the smooth and grassy paths or in the stony ways. The poet sees the beauty in the white capped mountains or in the beauti- fully constructed lines of poetry. '1 hey become an inspiration for loftier ideals and fanciful dreamings. I he sculptor sees the beauty in a well carved statue. To him, the museum is a heaven on earth in which he realizes his dreams come true in the statues of former artists. I' rom these, he gathers courage to continue. The painter revels in the beauty of the sunset and is content to spend hours on one sketch only' to have the beautiful scene preserved and interpreted by his own hand. I lie doctor secs the beauty in the bloom of healthy checks and disappearance of physical handicaps which he has had power to remedy. The teacher after patient drilling is thrilled to see advanced improvements in class work. The mother in the home sees the beauty in her children’s faces as they impart a secret or some passing joy' into her sympathetic and loving heart. The love in her eyes is reflected on their faces as they gather about her for their good night kiss. Love is beauty. Beauty cannot be denied love. Give the best which is in you, and the best will come back a thousand fold in the reflection of a beautiful face; not in features, but in grace and poise. D „ ,,, b 1 Bessie Booth, 33 Baseball Good News! Last year S. H. S. baseball team came through with flying colors. They won the first pennant and cup ever won in baseball by the school. They won every game played, defeating Stillwater twice, Salem once, and Greenwich, our old time rivals, twice. Another baseball season is near and prospects for another pennant arc many. Only two members of the 1932 championship team will not be with us, Joe De Grechie, stellar third baseman, and Nacy Petralia, outfielder. All the rest will be back, fighting for another cup and pennant. Among last year’s veterans are Frank Sciurba, Joe Sciurba, Frank Fogerite, Ralph Peloch, Harry Brophy, and Clift Hunt. There is also much promising new material, including Don Gravelle. Ray Dumas, Ken Fitzgerald. Russell MacDougall, Maurice Patrick, Tom Clancy and Jack Cummings. Regardless of the fact that very little attention was shown by students and fans, the team won one of its greatest triumphs last year. Hopes are high for co- operation this year. May the Schuylerville High School baseball team repeat their success of the past year. Frank Fogerite Nineteen Clllie 33ii tnrinus J cljunlerettes May the girls’ team of 32 and 33 never be forgotten in the Who’s Who of bas- ketball history. Victorious they have been from beginning to end. Due to their sportsmanship, to the unfailing cooperation shown by each player, and to Coach Cussler’s remarkable ability to put across a number one team, they soon found that their material was of the winning type. With the uncanny ability of the forwards to sink them in from all angles, and the expert work of the guards in holding down the opponents and passing the ball, how differently could the season have ended, than with the great record of 11 vic- tories and 2 defeats? Peg Whittig, the best center a team ever had, was outstanding in all around, unselfish team play and the knack of knowing just where to pass that ball. Nonic Bennett’s getting through this year will be a serious detriment to the team. Nonie played an excellent center guard and her opponent never had a chance. Tub Beaulac, right forward, outclassed sister “Hon” in shooting ability and that’s going some. Should it interest you, Tub’s high scorer for the season. Peg Dcguire was flashy, graceful and had a basketball ability that will not soon be equaled. When defeat seemed probable, it was Captain Potter who was there with the encouragement that gave us a stiff upper lip. She played a grand left forward and guards just tagged behind. Cool, calm, and collected is Helen Hewitt’s motto and she held her man down—tight. Pauline Pctralia, better known as “Pete”, is a sure girl for ’33 varsity and what is more, can sink ’em in. Marian Eddy, a sub. guard, pulled the team through a good many tough spots this year. We feel that we have indeed the right to be proud of a team that finished the season by more than doubling their opponents’ score to make a grand total for SHS of 486 against 213 for the opponents. Twenty Marguerite DeGuire