Schuylerville Central School - Schuyler Yearbook (Schuylerville, NY)

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THE PROPHECY Yesterday I visited a famous fortune-teller to see if I could find out what the future holds for us. Many of the things she told me and showed me were not surpris- ing to one who has watched the Class of 1940 grow up. Gazing into her crystal ball, she reported that she could see me taking dictation from Ed Boyce, who had a position as superintendent of the Oneida Markets. Then she told me that within the year Marguerite Nadeau would be a reporter on the “Schuylerville Standard,” and that one of her first write-ups would be a report of Ruth Olson’s marriage. And, of course, Louis Gagne would have an orchestra of his own with a fine position on William Hoey's radio program. Then she told me that I might see the next picture if I would but gaze into the crystal. I saw a large limousine, unmistakably Mary Wood’s, at ‘‘Pop’s Service Station” where Warren Towns had a prosperous business. Mary was preparing for another of her famous jaunts. Usually they resulted in a story which she sent to Ruth Pat- naude for illustrations before it was finally sent to be published in the magazine which Joe Cheney owned. I was surprised as the pictures clouded over, then cleared again and I w'as treated to a glimpse of the New Centralized Schuylerville High School of years to come. As the rooms opened before me, I gazed at Elaine McGarry in charge of the history classes. Then as the rooms passed by in rapid succession, I also recognized Leon Spar- ling who was tutoring his English students, and Violet Coffinger who had complete charge of the girls’ gymnastic classes. As a large hangar passed before my eyes, I saw John Harris arrayed in grimy overalls making mechanical adjustments on the large air liner that would soon take off under the expert guiding hands of Pilot Eugene Lang. Dorothy Pett would be aboard as the cheerful air hostess. They, too, had obtained their high school goals. Next I saw the Saratoga Hospital which boasted of the expert services of Surgeon Robert Callahan, and w’hich had also enlarged its nursing staff with such efficient work- ers as Lorraine DeGrechie, Marguerite Fremont and Betty Keeley. I saw Clifford Green and Malcolm Bean talking together. Spread on a table before them were some intricate blue prints drawn up by Marie Brown. Clifford was advis- ing Malcolm as to the type of machinery he should purchase after Marie’s employees, Edward Reed and Joseph Peets, had erected the various buildings. I saw Leona Crandall as she came out of the large building where she worked for Jack Boyce. She met Ruth and Elsie Boot'h and the three started on their way to the business girls’ meeting which Margaret Haley presided over as president. Aileen Spinks was utilizing a lunch hour away from the office to get her hair set in the beauty parlor owned by Gertrude French and Lillian Johanson. The crystal revealed Mary Tanner as she turned in at the gate of a newdy built house. She met Thelma Remington at the door. It seemed that Thelma had very definite ideas for her home and had asked for Mary’s professional advise in interior decoration. Suddenly I found myself transported to a radio studio where I saw Don Larmon announcing Marie Holtman’s concert hour. In the background I could see Ashley Pritchard adjusting the gadgets of the control room. I could see no reason for the scene of the main street which confronted me until my eyes singled out the sign, ‘‘Don Young’s Bakery.” A figure passed along the street in the blue uniform of community nurse. Suddenly I realized that it must be Arlene Porter. A quick change of scenes and I w'as taken unawares as I viewed Helen Willette as superintendent of the Ackshand Knitting Co., in which capacity she was aided by Marion Pharmer, her secretary. Michael Goss, our famous electrical engineer, was constructing one of the most magnificent bridges in the country, and as a sideline, he helped his pal, A1 Young, think up new gags for his comic strip which was read by so many of the kiddies. The last scene to pass the crystal was that of an undertaking parlor. My thoughts first reverted to a possible accident, but all was explained when I spied the sign announcing that it was the place of business of Carl Nardelli. I thought of how- many of my former classmates had made realities of high school dreams. But my curiosity was satisfied, and, as the crystal clouded and be- came blank, I rose, thanked by benefactress and left the room. My head was swim- ming with thoughts of the successes I had just seen prophesied for our class in the years to come. 27 —Evelyn DeGrechie.

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After loafing through the summer we found ourselves in the sophomore room in September. With our spirits high, we decided to have a Sophomore Hop, but ended up having a Friday night dance. But as the months passed our Junior Year was upon us, and the Junior Rings were on display in our home room. We voted on the rings, and anyone reading this who doesn’t think we have the best looking Junior Rings ever bought by any junior class may write his opinion to the editor. Next in line was our Prom—the most beau- tiful dance ever held in this gym Many weeks we labored with our minds trying to decide on how we would decorate the walls and ceilings. Someone had a brainstorm and suggested that we have a garden scene with a fence around the gym, lawn chairs, and a well to be used as our punch bowl. This is the time our minds stopped working and our hands started. Every finger and thumb of every junior boy and girl had some- thing to do in helping to make our prom the success that it was—financially and other- wise. Then one bright morning in the following September we found ourselves in the Senior Room. We were THE Seniors of Schuylerville High School and the future grad- uates in the class of nineteen hundred' and forty. Our long awaited year had at last arrived and our Senior Play cast was about to be selected. “High Pressure Homer” was going to be the best play ever presented here in SHS and we think it was. The dress rehearsal was terrible, but the next night it went off as smooth as velvet—even if we did skip three pages at one time. The Barrymore ad-libs came in handy. Fol- lowing the play everyone was excited over the coming Washington trip. The morning was cloudy—in fact, it was raining. The “travelers” stood in front of the school wait- ing for the private cars which were to take them to Albany to meet the train. As the wheels started rolling—so did our stomachs. An empty feeling in our cylinders made us think of all the dances, food sales, and tag-days that we had worked so hard on. Now, in just one week, our great reward would be paid in full. Washington— What a time! New York—“What a place!” That’s about all we can say about our trip—You can imagine the rest. Every Senior boy and girl and both chaperones claimed they would never forget their experiences on the trip. Now, we are happy and cheerful but behind our Adam’s Apple there is a large lump and it “ain’t” a goitre. And ahead of us is graduation—the day we look forward to now—but soon we will look back at graduation as the day of our fondest memories. As the last thunderous roars of the Class of ’40 subside, we hope that there will be at least one pleasant thought left here in our beloved Alma Mater by which we may be remembered. —Elizabeth Keeley, —Joseph Cheney. 26

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THE CLASS WILL We, the Class of Nineteen Hundred and Forty, do hereby ordain, establish, and present this document as our Last Will and Testament before leaving Schuylerville High School. In so doing, we leave our much coveted virtues in the clutches of our followers. To the Junior Class we bequeath Room 1(5 where we enjoyed many class meetings and cheerful parties. Up on the wall is our little mascot which has been a member of our class for quite a few years. We give it to you in the hope that it will bring you the luck that it brought us. To the Sophomore Class we bequeath our good-sportsmanship and our initiative which we tried so hard to keep. To the Freshman Class we bequeath the common sense that we used in gaining many triumphs through our high school years. Now to the lower classmen of whom we are very fond, we should like to leave some of the abilities of the noble Seniors. Starting with the Juniors, we find them quite unaware of making any progress, so we hope these abilities will help them. First of all to Duncan Thorne we leave the wittiness of Kiki Fremont. Margaret Nadeau's roller skating ability goes to Vera Lancier, and, as she lives in Victory, she may be able to go skating at O'Brien's Casino more often. (No charge for the adver- tisement). Elaine McGarry leaves her singing talents to Betty Marinel in the hope that she may be able to use them. The wad of gum that Don Young has been so diligently chewing goes to Bob Lang. Rod Funston is the recipient of the unassuming manners of Pop Towns. Lorraine DeGrechie leaves her basketball prowess to Teresa Corsetti. Magnetic Marie Reulet is attracted by Marion Pharmers giggles which “Bob up and help her “Winney” new friends. Mary Tanner's neat hair dress falls on the head of Elaine Lang. Michael Goss suggests that his gift of gab be left to Don Hewitt, and so it shall be done. Our friendly Senior, Cliff Green, leaves his good- naturedness to Bummer Sails. To the Sophs, dignified or otherwise, we leave the following: The dancing feet of Elsie Booth are left to Elsie Coffin, and her sister, Ruth Booth, leaves her punctuality to class to Doris Plue. Violet Coffinger’s way with the stronger sex, the men of course, goes to Dot Toleman. Jack Sails receives the dancing talents of Louis Gagne. To Leo Kelly we leave the basketball ability of Bill Hoey. and Carl Nardelli’s position as manager of the basketball team goes to Napoleon Irish. Generous Dot Pett leaves her place in the family car to Johnny Sullivan. “Shirley you won’t mind accepting it, will you, John? Jack Boyce’s quietness goes to Charles Sherman, who could use it—espe- cially in study hall. Continuing, we find the self-confidence of Evelyn DeGrechie listed as a contribution to Faye Tanner. Then comes Lillian Johanson’s petitness which we 28