Schuylerville Central School - Schuyler Yearbook (Schuylerville, NY)

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THE CLASS HISTORY Well here we are seniors at last. How many times during our school career did we repeat that ever popular phrase “just wait ’til we’re up there.” We’ve reached our goal. We can look back to kindergarten days of “abc’s,” blocks, crackers and milk, with a grin or a chuckle, for we’ll never see them again. It was not an unusual sight to see a new pupil added to our class each year and indeed he was welcome. It didn’t take him long to be part of the “gang.” Fun was what our class always loved—jokes, slang, and jitterbugging. All this has been in our generation and we have made the most of it. Oh, we know we ve been a little too extreme at times, but “kids will ba kids.” Remembering first grade is rather hard, but most unforgetable were the pictures Miss Northrup drew on the board. Each morning we clamored in they were the first items that caught our eye. The arithmetic in second grade; thrift club and half holidays in third, fourth, and fifth, were exciting to us. Little things happened during those banner snatch ng years that make us stop to reminisce. Maybe you remember how in sixth grade you worried about geography or spelling as we did. Now' our worries mount up to bigger things, and what we thought were troubles then become samples at present. Social Studies were introduced in seven'h grade which were a little complicated at first, but we soon overcame the difficulties and even soared through regents in eighth grade with flying colors. Some thought they wouldn’t be freshmen, but as you can see we’re still together. Our freshman year was the beginning of the stampede of non-resident students. Without them the class would be the smallest ever graduating. As early as this we wanted to start saving for the Washington Trip. Little did we know what would really happen about that trip. We coui .n't start saving money becau:e the juniors and seniors were having a tou,rh time of it as it wras. Every .lass has its troubles, nd we seem to have had a little more than our share, but we hope the class filling our shoes next year can overcome difficulties we found impossible. It wras fun being freshmen. The seniors looked down on us, and we looked down on the eighth graders. The studies were a cinch, then, of course. The students just went on arguing in Social and finding out who had their diagraming done for English. It seemed nobody liked to diagram. All at once we were practicing for graduation. Practice was walking in and out of the auditorium. No such word as “scared” entered our heads that morning, but in the approaching evening it was the main top ? to the whispering, shaking, and be- wildered fresh-sophs. The next day pictures were taken. Those pictures! How many of us hide them w'hen company comes. All in vain are our e.Torts to hide them from view, sad as they are! The sophomore hop was a gala a.Tair, the talk of the school. It was the first round and square dance and very successful. Everything we planned was to earn money for Washington. Our class had become a really unified class now that we were sophomores. The “Burgoyne Crier” be?an to notice us, and we started stepping into the scandal page where every pupil strains for a place. Some of us went to our first prom that year and were simply thrilled. Of course we looked simply devas- tating in our first long dresses. The sophomores were even invited to go with the seniors on the school picnic. This was supposed to be an honor. All h.:d a grand time, and, as every school picnic marks the end of another school year, that meant we were practically juniors. Now we really could “go to town” and make money for Washington. Candy sell- ing, dances, tags, and more dances were in our motto. Our Junior Prom was the most successful ever given. Say! Were we proud! (never realizing how much those bills at Falvey’s and Ben Franklin’s were), it was the first year Schuylerville H.gh School had a prom queen. We believe this inno ation will be carried on. At the end of the year we had over ninety dollars in the treasury and were looking forward to being seniors. From the first, choosing .ards, caps and gowns, and chaperones were our main interests. Food sales were held frequently. We started out with forty-eight in Washington Trip Club. Then we had to change the name of the club to New York because of the war. This we didn’t mind; and, as all will agree, the trip to New York wall always be remembered. Class night was abolished this year, but class day rose to its glory. Every senior had a class to teach. Regents, tests, and graduation day are yet to come. The future in this day and age holds unknown and undependable promises. So once again we look back at the old school, holding within its walls the memories of pleasant, humorous, and exciting happenings that have followed us through our first path of life, and at the crossroads we’ll do our best to choose a highway of happiness and success. 28 Helen Pleshko ’42