Schuylerville Central School - Schuyler Yearbook (Schuylerville, NY)

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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

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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

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 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