Schuylerville Central School - Schuyler Yearbook (Schuylerville, NY)

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most generally spoke them?); and of course we can’t overlook the fact that we’ll be the first class (so far as we can recall) that will wear caps and gowns for the Baccalaureate services. Variety is the spice of life. Most important of all, the Senior trip to Washington under the guardianship of Mr. Stanton will always be remembered. Too many exciting things occurred on the trip to go into it with any detail. Let it suffice to say that the Seniors consid- ered it an absolute success in every way. But now time is crowding us through the last deciding phases of our high school career. We won’t be together very much longer; there will be a thousand varied paths for us to travel when we leave the confines of S. H. S. And we’ll all make the best of what we do in years to come. If we don’t we can’t expect to be remem- bered in the halls and classrooms and on the playing fields of our school. But we will be remembered! Rodman Funston ’41 THE CLASS PROPHECY I’m walking down West 126th Street minding my own business wThen who steps out of the Hudson Hotel and bumps into me but—well you’d never guess, so I’ll tell you. It’s Harry DeLuca. “Why Gus, what are you doing in the Big City?” I say to him; and after he recovers from his surprise at seeing me, he tells me that he’s taking his yearly three weeks vacation. “I’m the chief superintendent in charge of sales for Little Daisy Liver Tablets out in Chicago,” he tells me. Then, desiring to have a nice long talk and catch up on the whys and wherefores of any of our old classmates that Gus happens to know about I suggest that we go over to “Good Time Charlie’s” and reminisce over some cold borsht. To this he agrees instantly, and so we hail a taxi and head for Charlie’s. On the way over I suddenly remember that Gus was occasionally troubled with stomach ulcers back at school and so I say to him, “Maybe we had better reminisce over bock instead of borsht on account of borsht isn’t good for ulcers,” to which he replies, “No, that’s all right. You see. a few years ago I swallowed my cigar when I went to sleep in a bowling alley, and ever since then my stomach hasn’t bothered me.” This revelation relieves me no end. When we finally get to Charlie’s, I hand the driver a five dollar bill and tell him to keep the change. I’m given quite a jolt when he says, “Ten years ago I'd say you were crazy.” The tone of that remark struck a familiar note in my memory, and I looked at the fellow more closely. I was more than a little surprised to see Bob Lang wearing glasses and a mustache. Well, Bob parks his cab and then the three of us pick a quiet booth in Charlie’s luncheonette and sit down to talk things over. After I place our order, Bob com- mences to converse. He says that he left Old Saratoga nearly three years back and so he’s pretty well informed about all the guys and gals of the class of ’41. Gus and I are more than a little flabbergasted to hear that “Dune” Thorne is principal of S. H. S. and two of the teachers on the faculty with him are “Dot” Sherman, who is instructing the freshmen in social studies, and “Tucky” Garnsey who is spreading sunshine among the little kiddies in third grade. One of the “little kiddies in third grade” belongs to Bill Launder, the proprietor of the town’s leading drug depot, also a member of the Board of Education from where he is trying hard to have a soda fountain installed in the cafeteria. Maybe he figures that Bill Jr. might some day make a little money on the side, jerking sodas. By this time, Gus has started to pant for the cold borsht, but I silence him with a fork and Bob goes on. Albert Winney is now in the wholesale cheese business, while not too far away, in a busy office building in Saratoga Springs, Marie Reulet takes notes as given by Donald Neilson, an up and coming businessman, also in the cheese business. Margaret Hopkins quietly copies the cute quotations that issue from businessman Winney. They say the competition is terrific. By this time, Charlie has brought in the cold borsht and we finally are getting ourselves around that when someone turns on the radio. A strange, gurgling sound staggers out of the loudspeaker, and we all look at each other. Sherman! Yes, “Chuck” has become famous as the nation’s most popular comedian. Currently appearing with him on the program are those quiet little characters from a quaint little town, acclaimed a second Brenda and Cobina,----------need I say more? Who’d 25

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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

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a’ thunk such a thine: of Veronica and Jeanette! The artist on Chuck’s program happens to be the famous crooner, Crosby’s protege', “Bing” Hewitt. But then someone in the control room turns the wrong dial (it might have been Lee Mathis) and the voice box gives a couple of convulsive coughs and goes dead. “Say, whatever happened to Alex Nadeau?” Gus asks. “Oh, he runs a streamlined roller skating rink on the Lake George road,” Boh answers. “Betty Martinel is a buyer at Macy’s here in New York. We go to an occasional movie together. Wes Pleshko was down to see me for a few days last month and he said he had a concession on the barber business up in Albany. A1 Loomis came to New York to attend a farmer’s convention and now he’s an instuc- tor at Arthur Murray’s. Kaye Farrell is down there too. I think she and Vera Lancier room together at the Pennsylvania. Vera is chief clerk and secretary in the fourth district courthouse.” “What about Tom Hathaway? Wrhat’s he up to?” this from yours truly. “The last I heard,” Bob replies, “he owned a wholesale farm machinery business. He was doing all right by himself. And of course you know that McCarthy and Sirchia are ‘pros’ in the athletic world now. We’ve all heard about Alfred Savelis, too. He’s turned out to be quite a scientist.” “Pm from Chicago,” Gus remarks, “and Pve been out a few times to hear “Sonny” Venn’s orchestra playing at the ‘Club Zip.’ Milton Larmon is the master of cere- monies there.” Then from Bob, “And who’d have thought Lucille Pett would be a famous au- thor? Right now she’s out in Los Angeles writing the script for the new Goldwyn and Guardiola production, ‘Dumas Rides Again.’ It’s all about a motorcycle cop. Kate Ellis is playing the female lead in the picture, I hear, and Betty Osterhoudt is in charge of costume and dress designing. Eleanor Coffin is executive secretary at the G. G. studios.” Gus, who has been guzzling borsht in a quiet sort of way, pipes up and says, “You might have read the sport page of the ‘Times’ the other morning where it an- nounced that Bob Tubbs was signed up with the Rangers to swing a hockey stick. They’re trying to make him give up his motorcycle. I also read where Teresa Cor- setti was appointed the state supervisor of the Y. W. C. A. And, say, in case you didn’t know, Margaret Almy is an entertainer down at Earl Carroll’s Diamond Circle. Angela Natale was the hat check girl there, but Rod has it in his gossip column, that she's left for Florida. Incidentally, “Zark” is training in the peninsula state.” But now I look at my watch. “It’s getting late, men. I guess we’d better hit the pavement.” “That’s right,” Bob agrees. “My business isn’t so good that I can sit around and waste time.” Gus grunts an agreement, and so we pay Charlie and walk outside. Harry is about to ask my opinion on Sun Beam in the fifth race at Jamaica when we see a man in a blue uniform standing in front of Bob’s cab. Then I notice that Bob has parked next to a fire hydrant, and I realize at the same time that the cop isn’t writing him a thank-you note. Well, Lang is just about to yell that he mistook the fire plug for a hitching post, when John Law turns around and—for gosh sakes! It’s Hugh Ilibbert! Hugh puts the ticket back in his pocket, and we’re all one big happy family. But still being in a hurry, I bid the boys a fond farewell and leave. I know I may not see them again for quite a while but I feel pretty good regardless, now that I know all the “gang” are up in the world. Rod Funs ton ’41 THE CLASS WILL We, the graduating class of nineteen hundred and forty-one, do hereby estab- lish and ordain this as our last will and testament, before leaving Schuylerville High School to go on to new and better things. By doing thus, we leave to our followers our most cherished heritage. To the Junior Class we leave our beloved Senior room and seats, in the hope that they find as much success and happiness in them as we have had during our Senior year. Also to the Juniors as a whole, that they may make a success of their Senior play, we leave the acting ability of Eleanor Coffin, and to the sound effect man, Cliff Dumas leaves his talents in that line. To the Junior boys who go 26