Schuylerville Central School - Schuyler Yearbook (Schuylerville, NY)

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THE CLASS HISTORY In honor of two people who have played an important part in our history. On the morning of September seventh, nineteen hundred and twenty-eight, a bright red sun peeked cautiously ov r the eastern hills and. after making certain that thirty-odd five-year-olds were still sound asleep in their respective beds, it rose as hurriedly as its dignity and astronomical possibilities would permit. Th n, when eight-thirty finally rolled around to the village in the valley, Old Sol glanced earth- ward just in time to see thirty-odd doors open before the impatient shove of an equal number of town mothers who. in turn, dragged as many bright, happy-looking little tots in the general direction of S. H. S. Thus was the sun a witness to the class of '41 as we started on our way toward room sixteen and Mr. Stanton, not to mention the extensive educational opportu- nities that were to be offered us in a commanding sort of way. Needless to say, our first seven years were rather unimportant so far as we are concerned now. In those first years we were as clay in a mold; we received as solid a base as we could acquire individually to prepare us for our high school career. By the time we reached seventh grade, we began to feel just a little more necessary to the scheme of things. However, the bitter went with the sweet as was the case when we first glanced at a state Regents paper. Despite our nervous condition we managed to struggle through them, and, in doing so, we took our first definite step towards our diploma. Henceforth the tempo of our high school life commenced to increase. We en- tered ninth grade hitting on all thirtv-seven cylinders, and w ' took the vcar right in our stride, along with the five uncomfortable days that constituted freshman week. We vowed left and right what we’d do to the freshmen when we became seniors. Too bad the custom had to slio away. Nevertheless we weren’t exaetlv maltreated as we went through a whirl of more or less diligent study, freshman dances, and the like. And as a climax to all this, if you can recall the event, there came th Junior High School graduation. I don’t believe I’m too far wrong in saving that that was a fairly accurate preview of our Senior experience that is so rapidly approaching. The increased prestige that accompanied our promotion to the Sophomore cla s was still a little ragged around the edges, but it managed to stay with us for the remainder of the year. And then, after a restful summer interlude, we returned to S. H. S. in the ca- pacity of the Junior class. This was a big year for us, as one memorable event fol- lowed another. One of the first things that occupied our attention was the purchase of our Junior rings. We finally made the decision and every one was satisfied (well, weren’t you?!) Following this came the really outstanding event of the year—our Junior Prom. And it was as successful as it was outstanding. The whoie-hearted co-operation of the class, combined with the beautiful decorations and the best of music (this borne out by the fact that this year’s Junior class engaged the same orchestra to entertain at their Prom)—all this served to make the event an all- around success. And then, to finish off a perfect year, “My Moth°r-in-law” played to a capacity house and gave the entire class something to smile about as long as they’ll remember it. But now comes the final chapter of our class history. For the past few months we’ve been rolling through our Senior year, not very much aware that soon we’ll be leaving school, not just for summer vacation, but for the rest of our lives. Now that graduation is approaching we’re beginning to think a little more seriously of it. We’ve had experiences in our Senior year that we’ll never forget. The Senior Play— (remember the “Hob-goblin House” where every one knew every one else’s lines and 21