Schuylerville Central School - Schuyler Yearbook (Schuylerville, NY)

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(Class iPrflphmj 3Juur 25, 1U4U What a trip! Just arrived home after a thrilling trip from coast to coast! Say, perhaps you would care to hear more about that trip. I met all mv classmates of the Senior class of 1935. They were scattered here, there, and everywhere. Well, let’s go! After graduating from King’s County Hospital, Brooklyn, I decided that I deserved a nice long trip before continuing my duties, and I certainly took advantage of my idea. Early one Saturday morning I left mv classmates, Marie Hespelt and “Marg” Brown, also graduate nurses and I began my trip from New ork to California. I rode by bus, train, automobile, aeroplane, and every kind of vehicle now known to man. While riding on the train, I met four of my S. II. S. classmates, “lie” Obie was on her way to accept a position as teacher in a grammar school; Aletha White was taking a short vacation before returning to teach the Golden Rule; and Helen Hathaway was also a teacher of a district school. S. H. S. is certainly noted for bringing forth several successful teachers. Sylvia Booth, a home maker, sat just opposite me on the train. At Chicago I stayed at “Fahje’s large and magnificent Hotel”. Milton Post was Tom’s bookkeeper. “Ray” Dumas, a well known sports official, and Curtis Betts, the famous scientist, were also guests at “Fahje’s Hotel Entering our aeroplane bound for the est, my pilot was none other than Gregory Bielkicwicz, an expert aviator. “We flew through the air with the greatest of ease” until the gas tank emptied and we were forced to land on a large plot of ground just five feet from a tall farmer who was busily plowing. It was Carroll DeFoe, that Bacon Hill boy of S. II. S. Borrowimr a horse and buggy from Carroll, we drove to a nearby ranch. bile we were at the ranch, a tall, lanky cowboy, none other than “Ken” Fitzgerald, once basketball star of S. H. S., strolled in. Seated at the desk, chewing gum with all his might was “Joe” Pechette, foreman of the ranch. California, here I come. T arrived at San Francisco by a stream line train. A new bridge was being built by “Rav” Coffin, the electrical engineer. Ralph Peloch, the famous sea diver, assisted Ray by diving for tools which he accidentally dropped. Homeward bound and more thrilling incidents to look forward to! Stop- ping at a large circus in a small town, T met “Don ’ Gravellc, the circus flea catcher and “Jim” Peters, the dog catcher for Don’s fleas. New York! What a coincidence! Two tall, erect lads passed me. Who? Why Lieutenant Carscadden and Sergeant Nardelli—giving orders, (nice work “Cark” and “Hard”). fourteen

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CATHKKINK MARIK SIRCHIA “Katie” (life Club (1-2). Secretary' of Sophomore Class (2). Prom Committee (3), In- terclass Basketball (3-4). In- terclass Volley Ball (3). IntermuraI Basketball Cap- tain (I). Girl's Varsity Basketball Manager (4). Publications (I). Baseball Toain (2). Treasurer of Senior Class (4). “Cheerfulness is horn of goodness and of wisdom. HUGH WANMKK “Wantc Dramatics, Assembly Com- mittee (4). Service Club (2- 3-4), Interclass Baseball (4), Interclass Volley Ball (4). Publications (4), Schuyler Staff (4). “Seif-control is only cour- age under another form.” AJ.ETHA WHITE “Ale” Dramatics (l). French Club (2-3). Glee Club (1). Ser- vice Club (2-3. Treasurer 4). Baskchail (1-2-3 4). In- ten-lass Basketball (I), In- termurals (4). Prom Com- mittee (3), Baseball (1-2-3- 4). Thrift Club (4). Senior Class Play (4). Reason ran i i general dtp more than blind force.” IIA KOI 1) V. WILLIAMS CyM Varsity Basketball (3-4), In termural Football (I). In- terclass Basketball (2-3). In- terchips Softball (3). One does not have to be conspicuous to be appreci- ated Thirteen

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 hile sight seeing in New York, I was accompanied by Olive Cramer, a private secretary, and Ruth Hewitt, a stenographer. We wandered into a large library where we found Leona Bouchard, the librarian, ready to assist us. When we visited the General Information Bureau, Mary Gruner, the stenographer, greeted us. From Mary we learned about some more of our S. H. S. classmates. “Joe” Sciurba, the naturalist, had gone to Europe; Mary Ellis was a history teacher; Raymond Carey had become a politician. We were very surprised to learn that “Kate” Sirchia was an old maid! Back at S. H. S., “Cy W illiams the faithful janitor, attended his duties. Helen Barlow had opened a small beauty shop at her residence in Thomson; Hugh Wanmer had become the local preacher; and “Bob” Forbes, the crooner, had left for a week’s engagement at Roxy’s Theatre, New York. Believe it or not, now that my trip is over I am just about ready to call on “Min” Fogerite, the undertaker. So good bye, classmates of S. H. S. If I don’t stoj) now, there’ll be one less. D. M. Forbes ’35 dlaaii Uffill We, the graduating class of the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and thirty-five, being of sound mind and memory, do ordain and establish this, our last will and testament as follows: To the .1 unior class, we will and bequeath our Senior classroom with the hope that they will dignify it next year as well as we have during the past year. To the Sophomores, we will and bequeath a book entitled The Art of Winning Interclass Contests. To the Freshman, we will and bequeath our school spirit, hoping they will use it advantageously. To the Eighth Graders, we will and bequeath one can of disinfectant which they will find necessary to use before they take up their abode in High School. To June Gifford we leave Aletha White’s gift of gab as well as her avoir- dupois; to Lena VanDerwerker we leave Marie Hespelt’s position on the girl’s varsity; to Johnny Holmes we will and bequeath a set of Ray Coffin’s excuses for absences; to Jimmy DcLuca we leave Hugh Wanmer’s deep voice. We leave a statue of Curtis Betts to Fort Miller; a bottle of blue ink to James Carey so the marks on his report card won’t all be red; Don Gravelle’s gentle voice to Cecil Hunt; Greg Bielkiewicz’s friendliness to Arthur Traver; to Walt Wood a pair of arch supports; to Vera Betts we leave Cy Williams. Fifteen