Schuylerville Central School - Schuyler Yearbook (Schuylerville, NY)

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m TCRy fcylights o H, WHAT a tailspin! Or is this a loop-the-loop? What can those thunderous roars from the direction of Albany mean? The regents, of course! Hang on everyone! It’s a forced landing! As our airship settles peacefully on the ground, the pale green tint of the faces around me denotes that the class has been examining its rather obscure past. The dignified seniors sink into oblivion and become once again the timid, bewildered freshmen. A ripple of snickers arises as we uproot the memory of our Senior Class president in socks and knickers. What a year! The seniors were as unapproachable idols, and we prayed for the day to arrive that we might look down from our pedestals upon the lowly freshmen. Early in our high school career we discovered that we were to be the “black sheep’’ class. “Actions speak louder than words” was our motto. Leadership and activity flourished in our ranks. We lowered the dignity of the seniors in our sophomore year when they defeated us by a mere two points in a memorable game which saw the rise of those courts stars, Frank Nacy and Spence Boyce. Thus we established a permanent place for ourselves in the world; the weather report for the future read, “Clear and pleasant.” In the junior year we again took matters into our own hands and broke the age-old tradition of the Junior Prom. The girls established themselves in the political world by losing the presidential campaign to the boys by two points. The senior girls were forced to recognize our athletic ability when we defeated them in interclass basketball. The spectacular senior play, which broke all box-office records, brought Hollywood talent scouts to their toes, as future Clark Gables and Myrna Loys became front-page news. All thoughts now turned toward our Washington trip, as our motto became “Washington or bust.” Each money- making proposition brought us one step nearer our goal. Then came the unforgettable experience. A week of sleepless nights and fun-filled days carried us into paradise—only to be brought to earth again by endless preparation for the great event—graduation. As the thunderous roars of regents subside and we soar once more into the clouds, we hope this “black sheep” class may have left just a few good marks of remembrance. We may have been impetuous and thoughtless at, times, but ever such is youth ! —26—

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« emor Trip J LL that we, the Senior Class of 1938, have left arc happy memories of our Washington trip. We left Schuylerville by private cars at 6:30 Monday morning, April 18, to be at the Albany Station at 8:20 A. M. The weather was rainy, but by the time we arrived at our destination the rain had ceased. We arrived in Washington at 6:15 P. M. The highlight of this part of the journey was crossing the Hudson River from New York to New Jersey by ferry. That evening, we were much impressed by the grandeur of the beauti- fully illuminated Congressional Library. To be able to study in that read ing room should inspire anyone. Tuesday and Wednesday were devoted entirely to sightseeing. We visited the Bureau of Printing and Engraving, where it was thrilling, but tantalizing to gaze upon a share of the Nation’s wealth. The National and Smithsoneon Museums provided a paradise for art-lovers. Then there was a special visit to the Bureau of Federal Investigation where a “G” man acted as guide to explain fully how criminals are successfully “tracked down.” Special letters enabled us to go through the White House. We likewise visited the U. S. Capital and the U. S. Supreme Court Building, where guide service was included. A ride to the top of the Washington Monument was most enjoyable because of the expansive panorama of the surrounding territory brought to view. One afternoon was devoted to a trip to Mount Vernon, the home and last resting place of George Washington. A stop to the Arlington National Cemetery was made, where we were fortunate in seeing a funeral of a soldier. While on this stop we visited the Lee Mansion, the Am- phitheatre, and the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. Here, we were able to witness the impressive ceremony of the changing of the guards. On our return trip we stopped at Alexandria. We also stopped at the Lincoln Memorial, a very impressive spot. Another entire afternoon was spent at Annapolis; we arrived in time to see the cadets march in from the drill field, then visited many of the prominent buildings—McDonough Hall, Bancraft Hall, the Chapel where lies at rest John Paul Jones, and Dahl- gren Hall where the midshipmen have indoor drills. On our way back we went to the Franciscan Monastery. The catacombs, a replica of the original ones of Rome, were grand to see. All evenings were free for us to further acquaint ourselves with Washington and the friendly folk there. We started back to New York at 11:30 A. M. Thursday morning. Upon our arrival in New York, busses transported us to the Victoria Hotel. While in New York a group of us visited the broadcasting studio, “toured” through the world’s largest stores, and tried to absorb some of the phases of New' York life. Most of us took in the Tommy Dorsey pro- gram; many went to the Yankee stadium to see the Yanks play the Senators. We stayed in New' York until Saturday afternoon. We arrived home tired but very happy with our minds filled with “So Many Memories.” We hope that next year our heirs, the Juniors, have the opportunity to visit the beautiful city of Washington and have as pleasant a time as we had. —Jane Cormie, ’38. —25—

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PROPHECY Glimpses thrciigh the deeds A x A S I sat in the waiting room at the airport waiting for the storm to cease and the plane to “take off,” I fell asleep—and this is what I dreamed. Hhe storm was over. The dark gray clouds had parted revealing silver linings and a golden sun. The clouds drew apart slowly as do the curtains at the opening of a play, and the figures “19-18” flashed into sight. This was followed by a series of rapidly moving pictures of each member of the 1988 graduating class ten years from today. The first picture—I set out from Rochester City Hospital with my pal “Deni” Coffin. We were both graduates and had standing positions in the hospital where the chief surgeon Anthony Corsetti had just completed a successful operation on Paul Sloane, who was injured while doing a high- diving stunt for Barnum and Bailey’s Circus. When we stepped on the train headed for New York City, I recognized “Dom” N'ardelli as the conductor. The train passed through several tunnels, which accounted for Dominick’s new nickname, “Tunnel Xardy.” Across the aisle from us sat the noted journalist, Frank Coffin, who was writing a colossal story about the spec- tacular marriage of George Williams to Olive Blodgett, the latest movie siren. At the first stop a second picture showed Mazie Cook, a ventriloquist, entering the train amid much commotion. Dorothy Boivin was trying in vain to capture her infant protegees who insisted on following Mazie. Third picture—Jane Connie, notebook in hand, was following her employer Leon Gagne, to the dining car where she would complete the letter that he was dictating. The letter was to be sent to John McCarty to collect for the diving suit that had been sold to him the previous year. At noon we made our way to the dining car where we were fed by waitresses under the direction of the chief cook, Margaret Arsenault. Having satisfied our appetites, we returned to our seats. At tjhe next stop we were amazed to hear the newsboy Ed Sullivan yelling “Extra! Extra! Rita De Grechie First Girl to Win Albany to New York Outboard Motorboat Marathon!” We purchased a paper and discovered that Rita had been driving her husband’s boat ever since she had left school. In minor headlines of the same paper we discovered that “Wes” Bovce, concert pianist, had left for a tour of Europe with a broken heart after the Blodgett-Williams marriage. I felt a draft and looked up to see my old classmate Marie Arsenault, ,now a physical instructor, standing before an open window giving exercises to the great scientist, “Little Joe” Sulli. Next picture—The air was stuffy in the railroad car, so I went out on the observation platform. As we passed through a small town, the tele- graph operator, whom I recognized as Albert Yandow, hailed me. Sud- denly directly behind me I heard a giggle and recognized the laughter of an old classmate, era Betts. She informed me that since her start in the senior playr she had been acting as a comedienne on Broadway. During my chat with Vera I learned that the Walsh twins were modeling for a dress —27—