Schuylerville Central School - Schuyler Yearbook (Schuylerville, NY)

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(Claaa nf 1935 MOTTO Small the diploma but mighty the effort to win it. FLOWER Talisman Tea Rose COLOR Green and White CLASS OFFICERS Donald J. Gravelle ............................. President Dorothy M. Forbes ......................... Vice-President Mary A. Gruner ................................. Secretary Catherine M. Sirchia ........................... Treasurer James H. Carscadden ................... Business Manager HONOR STUDENTS Curtis Betts ..................................... Valedictorian Raymond Coffin ............................ Salutatorian Olive Cramer ..................................... Third Thomas Fahje .................................... Fourth Leona Bouchard ................................... Fifth Raymond Carey .................................... Sixth Sylvia Booth ................................... Seventh James Carscadden ................................ Eighth Joseph Pechette .................................. Ninth

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First row: left to right : M. White. T. Fahje, Miss Beatrice E. Coe. Faculty Advisor. J. Carseadden , Bouchard. Second row: left to right standing: K. Boyce. M. Ilespelt. I.. VanDcrwerker, M. Fogerite. J. Sciurba. Third row: left to right: K. Carey. I), (iravelle. K. Coffin. Staff The Schuyler Staff of 1935, composed of a body of students, the majority of whom are Seniors, faced a difficult task when it started planning this year’s annual. For the last four years, the year hooks have been losing their appeal to the student. They have .had a decreasing number of pictures and an increasing number of literary selections. This year the staff has made a complete revision. It has quadrupled the number of pictures and has eliminated the literary section entirely. This book is designed to be a book of student interests and was created with this idea in mind. It should appeal to the Freshman as well as to the Senior. All clubs, teams, and organizations to which any high school student may belong are included. Five

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GHu' (EIubb of (ihirttj-fuu' I have always derived a certain amount of satisfaction from picturing in my mind a huge clock, and beneath it a great gong with an iron clapper. As the clock reaches a certain hour the clapper ponderously rises and falls and the gong emits a loud crash. The clock is the record of my school life. As each year goes, the gong strikes off the corresponding number of notes. The first eight years were rather monotonous and uneventful, but with the passing of the eighth, the present Senior class entered upon a new adven ture which promised to abound in pleasure and excitement. Ihe first two years of high school were spent in doing routine work and also in acquiring that spirit of respectfulness and humbleness so essential to every good underclassman. It was quite evident that the Seniors were to be looked up to with awe and reverence. When the clock struck ten, however, our days of torment were over. Wo were released from the bonds of strict supervision and became more calm, dignified, and sophisticated, which befitted °ur new, high standing. As Juniors our objectives were the purchase of our rings and the presentation of the Junior Prom. Both events were huge suc- cesses as any member of the class will testify. Next to graduation the event which is looked forward to with the greatest amount of anticipation is the tour to New York City—three glorious days in the great metropolis, whirling about in the heart of American civilization, and in the center of the world of finance. During the day there are tours in the exclusive shopping districts, sight-seeing trips along Broadway, 42nd Street, Park Avenue, and Riverside Drive. At night we go up the great W hite Way, ablaze with a hundred million dazzling lights, to Radio City, the theatre, or some smart night club. W hat student does not cagerlv await his senior year and the trip to New York with his classmates? Now we are on the last lap of our high school careers. At the present time we are busy planning our future lives. Some of us, caught in the cluteh of circumstance, will advance by means of experience. Others will go on to higher institutions of learning. Still others are, perhaps, destined to rise to heights far beyond their most fantastic expectations. But see! The clock points to one minute before twelve. F.ven now the huge clapper stirs itself and moves slowly upward. It crashes down upon the great gong and we start, realizing that the twelve years are drawing to a close. Again and again it moves up and down. Eight—nine—-ten—eleven times and. as it rises for the twelfth and final stroke, a lump rises in our throats for we know that when it comes crashing down upon the cymbal, the Senior class of thirty-five will be a memory. Serrn Hi gh Waxmer ’35