Schuylerville Central School - Schuyler Yearbook (Schuylerville, NY)

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THE CLASS HISTORY The corriders of Schuylerville High are now trod by the feet of many Seniors who will soon leave here, never to return as students. Let us wander back through the many memorable years which we spent in SHS and point out some of our cherished memories. In the year, nineteen hundred and twenty seven, we had our first taste of school. One rainy day in September, or should we say, “'September in the Rain” one day,—well anyway it was raining—we started up the street hand in hand with our mothers, and it was a good thing they had us by the hand or someone would have had an awful chase through the water and mud. This was one day when the “mudders” won. To get back to the History—we were almost through the door w’hen all of a sudden, shrieks and cry-babies could be heard all through the building. We went through a door with “Kindergarten” written on it. Of course we didn’t know what it spelled then, but you’d be surprised what a couple of years of spelling, number work (not arithmetic), and writing will do for you in the line of education. The greatest volume of noise came forth when our mothers left the room and the wiser boys started teasing the girls. (Yes we had a brilliant class; we started teasing the girls the first day). As we drifted from grade to grade, we discovered that we were learning something more than how to play with blocks, but we still teased the girls. When we reached seventh grade, we had our first worry—Geography Regents. If anyone fllunked his regents he wouldn’t be able to pass. Mrs. Northrup drilled us until we could name the capitals of every state in the Union, something we can’t do today. In the meantime Miss Whiteneck was rehearsing for the first operetta ever to be pre- sented in SHS. Some of us took part. It was the first time that we had been on the stage since we recited “Mary Had a Little Lamb” in assembly when we were in second grade Eighth grade was our next stop on the rails of knowledge. We almost stayed longer after looking over all of our regents that were ahead of us that year. We were all set to graduate from grammer school into high school, when someone suggested that there would be Junior High Graduation from then on. At the end of one year in high school, we would graduate into the sophomore room. We’d at least graduate once in high school. Our Freshman year proved to be packed with surprises. The bright seniors in the class of ’37 decided that “(Freshman Week” should be a tradition here at SHS, but after they got through with us, Mr. Townley decided that the poor, defenseless fresh- men should be left alone. But we lived through one week of pledge-reciting, book- carrying, and singing of the Alma Mater at their request. This was the first year that we were welcome to go on the Senior High picnic at Lake Sunnyside. We decided that they had treated us with no respect, so we went by ourselves, declining their hos- pitality. This was the year that we were to graduate from Junior High School and the boys bought white flannels and blue coats, while the girls bought their first long dresses since the “ankle-length dress” of 1934. 25