Schuylerville Central School - Schuyler Yearbook (Schuylerville, NY)

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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.

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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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CLASS SONG Tune—Shipmates Forever. Now that we are Seniors, We must leave the school To face life’s great problems; We will obey, we will obey the rules. Work hard is our motto; With that we’ll succeed. If we have determination. We can build up this great nation And honor the school. Juniors, we shall leave you To fulfill the tasks That we have not finished. We want you to do just what you’re asked. Do your duty always; You’ll have no regrets. Dig right in and help each other, Treat j’our classmate like a brother. Right on you we’ll bet. We’ve tried in our best way To uphold the rules; We hope we’ve succeeded. We’ve energy that will serve as fuel To make our journey onward. ’Tis a long, hard pull. If we keep to our ambition, We will never stop and give in ’Til we’ve reached our goal. MARJORIE MATHIS.