Schuylerville Central School - Schuyler Yearbook (Schuylerville, NY)

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GLIMPSE OF OUR FUTURE VOYAGE THE NUMEROUS exhibits of the G. E. caused me to exclaim, “Can you predict the future?” The smiling young man answered, “Yes, we have a marvelous new machine which can give you a motion picture of yourself or vour friends at any date in the future.” So it is that we are indebted to the G. E. for a picture of the class of ’37 ten years hence. The first picture showed me sitting in my dressing room. The door flew open and in rushed Walt Wood, the ventriloquist. “They can’t do this to me,” yelled Walt, “I’ve panicked audiences all over the country. The very idea of billing some dumb skirt from New York over me.” “Who’s that?” I asked politely. “Madam Morrill, ye beauty specialist.” “Sa}’ Walt, she’s on now; let’s go into the wings and hear her act.” “O. K.,” said Walt, “It will make us appreciate ourselves.” On the stage was a girl doing a comic beauty parlor take off. I soon recognized her as an old pal, Alberta Morrill. After the act Alberta, who had recently visited dear old Schuylerville, told us a lot of news. Aileen Kearney was playing professional basketball with the ladies’ team that played men only. Ave McGarrv was teaching at S.H.S.; while Catherine McCarty and Catherine Morrill were joint baton swingers of an all-girl orchestra which was running Henry Russe out of business. Mac Harvey, a promising young politician, had just been elected to the assembly at Albany. William Burch was the cashier of the First National Bank. A couple of days later I checked into a hotel in Youngstown and found that the bell-hop, who showed me to my room, was none other than Ed Robbins, although he pretended he didn’t recognize me. That night I received a telegram from my manager in New York. It read: “FLY HERE IMMEDIATELY STOP BRING WOOD STOP HAVE OPENING FOR TWO HAMS.” That night we boarded a large transport plane for New York. The chief pilot was Bill Cummings who gave us a lot of news. His brother Bob was pitching minor league ball for Albany. His old girl friend, Margie Myers, was an understudy to Mae West. Elinor White was married and definitely the head of the house. Earl Pratt was director of a hoola show. Bill had to take off but he said his stewardess, Harriet Freemont, could tell us a lot more. Harriet told us that her sister Marie was running a beauty shop in Troy. Elsie Wood, Evangeline Minor and Mary DeGrechie were competent secretaries, thanks to Miss Lasher. Jack Closson was a radio engineer. Owen Root was a bill collector, while Harold Jackson was a radio announcer. We hated to see her duties call Harriet awaj. Soon I found myself sitting across the aisle from a familiar figure. He spoke, “Don’t you remember me, Rav? I’m Ralph Williams.” I learned from Ralph that Page Twenty

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DAVY JONES' INHERITANCE PROGRAM WE, THE CLASS of nineteen hundred and thirty-seven, soon to depart from Schuy- lerville High School to set sail upon the sea of life, not knowing in which direction the wind shall guide us, do hereby draw up, establish, ordain, and present this document as our last will and testament. We bequeath to the faculty members the dedication of this “Schuyler” for their hard work in helping and guiding us during our school career. To the undignified Juniors we bequeath our Senior Class room and also Miss Shannahan, who we know will assist you at any time. We also hope that you Juniors will be as worthy of this room as we Seniors have been. To the Sophs we give the dignity and seriousness of the Seniors. To the young Freshmen we leave the Seniors’ manners and scholastic ability. As you Juniors are rather an unprogressive sort of class, we Seniors think it well to leave to you some of the abilities of our great classmates. First of all, to Red Miner we leave the political career which Mac Harvey has possessed since he began his high school course; to Jim Tcchen the singing ability of Harold Jackson so that he may sing love songs to one of the Junior girls; to Jane Cormic the cheery and clever nature of Harriet Freemont; and to Rea Wilson the eves and charming ways of Elinor White. To Frank Nacy we leave the scholastic ability of Marjorie Mathis; and to Velda Cramer the knowledge of Ave McGarry in the French language. As the Senior Class always needs some- one clever at art. we leave to Dominick Nardelli the art ability of Edwin Robbins; to Eleanor Gaudette the commercial knowledge of Elsie Wood; and to Cyril Currier the as- suming manners of John Peters. We leave to Albert Yandow the curly hair of Elmer Gra- vellc and to Elaine Cromie the friendliness of Midgie Curtis. To Spencer Boyce we leave the position of James McLindon as manager of the basketball team. To Wesley Boyce we leave the agricultural knowledge of Arthur Hunter. To .Too Sulli we leave some hooks in which John Sherman is very much interested on how to fish and how to become President. To Paul Sloane we give the romantic technique of Elwaine Booth; to Vera Betts we leave the quiet smile of Aileen Kearney; and to Leon Gagne the good humor of William Delcontc. To some of the members of the Sophomore Class we leave the following; the states- manship of Rav Stevens to Andrew Plesko; the shvness of Marv DeGreehie to Catherine Cassie; the ability of Glen Verney to play the drums to Ace Gorhan; the dancing techninuc of Walt Wood to Rav Larmon: a»d the punctuality of Marv Flatlev to Tiger Blair. We wish to leave the originality of Alberta Morrill to Helene Galuslm. the vivacious wavs of Margie Myers to Lorraine Funston. and the petiteness and daintiness of June Gifford to Bettv Burch. The gift of gab of Rill Cummings we leave to nuiet Paul Brooby: the good method of keeping house of Effie Booth to Muriel Gravelle: the red hair of Evangeline Miner to Lena larossi: and the ego of Ralph Williams to Lester Loomis. We leave the dancing feet of Marie Freemont to Esther Barnes, and the ambition of Earl Pratt to John Petralia. Tn the Freshman Class we beoueath the basketball ability of Catherine McCarty to Cathleen Ellis; the freckles of Catherine Morrill to Violet Coffingcr; the curly hair and handsome looks nf Bob Cummings to Bill Carey; the technical knowledge of Jackson Closson to Bill Hoev. We leave the cheerv atmosphere which Albert Charron creates to John Harris; the neatness of Owen Root to Boh Williams; and Margaret Coffinger’s boyfriend from Green- wich to Dorothv Pett. whom, we are sure, she will accept with pleasure. We give John Coffin’s ability to build and model things to Albert Young; quietness of John Hamm to Bon Callahan; and the quiet manner of Marion Coonrad to Marv Tanner. Also, we leave the co- operation in class activities of Bill Burch to any of the Freshmen who want it. The Senior Class of 1037. —JUNE GIFFORD. Witness: Mildred Curtis—Senior, Vcldn Cramer—Junior, Edith Davis—Sophomore, Elaine McGarry—Freshman.

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he was just returning to his prosperous farm in Bacon Hill from the Nation- al Grange Convention at St. Louis. Ralph told me that Arthur Hunter had become a regular skinflint, and held mortgages on nearly all the land in and around Fort Miller. Elwaine Booth was also a prosperous farmer. John Hamm was proprietor of a store, in addition to being the best fisherman in Grangerville. Marion Coonrad had taken unto herself a husband, and together they were demonstrating the value of pure foods to a large audience. As we would not reach New York until 10:30, Ralph wanted to take a nap; so I centered my attention elsewhere. A very, very confident looking man was making his way down the aisle after a complaint to the stewardess about the poor service. In a flash I recognized him as Glenn Varney. I grabbed his coat sleeve and said, “Hi Glenn!” Mr. Varney shouted, “Such impertinence!” Then he recognized me and said, “Oh, you’re that Stevens fellow, who tried to be a comedian.” I assented and asked what he was trying to be and remarked that none of the gang had heard from him for a long time. Glenn then informed me that he was private secretary to Jean Harlow and that his job occupied most of his time. I inquired for “Pete” Sherman, and Glenn said he had just received a card from South America where Mr. Sherman was starting his first major engineering job. He was making a honeymoon of the trip, and the lucky girl was Margaret Coffinger. I opened my paper to the comic section and read Elmer Gravelle’s ad- venture series. Then I glanced over the front page «'here I saw that J. B. McLindon, the playboy, was suing John Peters, who wrote a column in the Daily Mirror, for libel. Mr. Peters was being defended by a woman lawyer, Marjorie Mathis. I turned to the sport’s page where I saw that Albert Charron bad signed a contract with the Boston Bruins to swing a hockey stick for the modest sum of $25,000 for the coming year. The next thing I knew we had landed in Newark, N. J. I crossed the river to New York bv ferry boat, captained by the great sailor William Delconte. A companion for the trip was Walt’s bosom friend, John Coffin, a radio sound effects man. On the sidewalks of old New York we met June Gifford, an up-and- coming nurse. She told us that Mildred Curtis w'as very active in a large New York Orphan Asylum. Effie Booth was teaching school; while Mary Flatley was doing missionary work in China. Walt and I arrived at our destination and saw our manager, who told us we were to head the entertainment bill at a small night club. —RAY W. STEVENS, Jr., ’37.