Schuylerville Central School - Schuyler Yearbook (Schuylerville, NY)

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Making money seemed to be a repeatedly necessary project for us. By three one-act plays, successfully produced, we earned money for graduation, honor to ourselves, and incidentally, a lot of fun at practices. For the proposed New York trip, where we seniors would be “educated” in the big city, a War Bond raffle was staged with John McCarty becoming the lucky winner. Starting the second semester, we welcomed those of us who had been left behind in our advance to seniority. Formalities about who had been doing what during the Christmas vacation were soon over, and we again settled down to serious study so we might be among those who would enter the portals of the stage in June. Also an important activity of the year, our year book, had been started and we began our respective duties. The result of our work you can now see. Our long awaited New York trip at last was realized. April 1st dawned a beautiful day, and about three that afternoon our senior trip started with 20 mem- bers. ably chaperoned by Mr. and Mrs. T. J. O’Brien, boarding “The Laurentian.” From it we piled out, pushed through Grand Central, and into the taxis to the “Taft,” where various groups of us were established on the 3rd, 6th, 11th and 15th floors. After getting settled, we journeyed to the C. B. S. studios and saw “Crime Doctor.” The rest of the night was spent quietly (sleeping). Next morning Radio City was our objective. We saw the special Easter pageant with the Rockettes. Monday afternoon was our time to take in the Chester- field Supper Club with Perry Como, Mary Ashworth, Ted Steele, and his orchestra. Tuesday morning we visited the Statue of Liberty, Chinatown and the Bowery. That afternoon we visited the N. B. C. broadcasting and Television studios. Tuesday night, we visited the smash musical, “Oklahoma”; then we joined New York’s society at Billy Rose’s Diamond Horseshoe. We hope that Mr. Rose has some of his diamonds left. Station WOR was the next point of invasion, as six of the class went to “Can You Top This.” Maybe Dick Elwell could have substituted with some of his “very fertile corn.” We next assembled at the “Stars on Ice” show and thoroughly en- joyed it. Then it was back to the Taft and a party. Thursday, tired, maybe a little bit sleepy but still jovial, we turned our backs on the “Big City,” but were reluctant to leave. Ours had been a very successful trip, and we enjoyed every minute of it. However, we still had to graduate and bid good-bye to our school. In the future, although some of us may be scattered far and wide, through dif- ferent reasons, we will all think back about how we were taught, befriended, and helped along by the enterprising ‘ gang” and faculty of S. H. S. —Joseph Cartwright ’45 21

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In December, we were happily rolling along when we were suddenly plunged into the excitement of choosing our junior rings. It was a red letter day in the class as the ring samples were looked over and chosen. Our ring committee gave us a good selection, and the vote was almost unanimous. They certainly do look “swell.” As ever, basketball season arrived, and we were back at our favorite pastime. We had the usual interclass games, together with the intramurals. We staged a healthy comeback, but we only avenged the defeat we suffered before. Our membership suffered a little as Catherine Kelly, Wayne Lang, and Elnora Pratt found work out of school, and Rose Sherman moved away. Wayne is now in the Army. Next came our Junior Play, and as usual Herbert DeGarmo and Dick Elwell were active. With its amusing plot, “Pa’s New Housekeeper” was quite a success, as all the players carried their parts through admirably. Miss Myers directed it, and it was largely through her eu'orts that we won second place in the contest. Our Junior Prom was, we think, one of the best. Our committee consisted of Martin Munson, Mary Alice Harris, Hazel Garnsey, and Joe Cartwright. Everybody worked together to decide on decorations, music, tickets, and invitations. With music by Chet Morre, and the tickets taken care of, we moved into the final stages of production. Ours was a distinct inno ation. We had lawn chairs instead of the regular chairs and in the middle, our reserved table. Reserved for whom, you may ask; well ask Les Stiles or Earl Derby! Finally the great night arrived, and as we walked under a blue and gold canopy, we started a very enjoyable evening for all. With all our fun over, we again had to return to the books if we were to be- come seniors, as most of us fortunately did. September 1944, saw the class of ’45 enter the last struggling year to the final phases of our school life. We were seniors, and it was a w’onderful feeling. Our friendly and much liked principal, Mr. Stanton, was to be our home room teacher. Right away w'e started to think ahead, of our caps and gowns, invitations and the other details of graduation. Just after this, thoughts of our Senior Trip came, and again the ever present problem of money. We started right away, because the amount that should be raised was large. Food sales, dances and then a bond raffle held the limelight. Many contributed to their success writh Bob O’Brien and Gene Periard especially active as President and Treasurer respectively of the Senior Trip Club. When officers were chosen, Herbert DeGarmo w'as elected as president of the Senior Class and Robert O’Brien, president of the Senior High Student body. Other class officers were: Vice-president, Lester Stiles; Secretary, Eileen Nevins; Treasurer, Richard Elwell; Student Council Representatives, Arthur Charron, Eileen Nevins, Herbert DeGarmo, Jack McCarty, and Mary Alice Harris. 23

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“AND NOW TOMORROW” My greatest pleasure in life is to be the bearer of glad tidings. As I look through the crystal ball, I see a great future for the Senior class of 1945. I have stepped into the shoes of Luella Parsons and go peeking around cor- ners in Hollywood and listen to what the little birds are whispering. The top news this morning is that Edith Garnsey gets the lead opposite Curt Bauer in the new picture taken from the story—“Lost Days in School,” which was written by Dick Hudson. Dick always did have a vivid imagination but somehow failed to succeed in getting his classmates to follow. As to the actors, I'll say the MGM Pictures, Inc., is lucky to get these two stars. As I reach into the duffle bag of memories, I recall these two back in S. H. S. as future Thespians. It looks as though they will be donning the grease paint for many years. In my work you never know where you are going to stumble on clues. The other day I had lunch with Betty Corsetti, who is secretary for one of the Broad- way Magnates. There on her desk, I saw the lyrics of the new musical, “Meet Me in Schuylerville.” Betty told me they were written for and going to be sung by Eileen Nevins, another of the Schuylerville girls who has made good in Hollywood. Theresa DeGrechie isn't at all unhappy about going into the same musical because it promises to be a big success. I understand Theresa is swinging on a star as far as her singing career is concerned. (Now instead of the bobby socks it is the wolves who are swooning.) After a very interesting visit with Betty, I started home. Suddenly a bright red flashing sign across the street caught my eye. It was none other than Munson and Duket, attorneys at law, who no doubt were straightening out the entangle- ments of the stars. I can’t say that I was surprised remembering the experience as lawyers they had had in Miss Brignola's Business Arithmetic class back in our high school days. I had a minute to spare so I went in to say “Hello” to two of my old classmates. It seemed I had just time enough to step into the elevator when the floors started whizzing up and down. 1 began to hold my breath just like those people riding in the dive bomber at the Schaghticoke Fair. Finally I recognized this Suicide driver as Denton Vander Poel. He said he enjoyed his job because he liked the ride as he had to walk too much back during high school days trying to get to Greenwich. As I walked into the extravagantly furnished office, I saw a very lovely, efficient looking secretary whom I immediately recog- nized as Alice Nevins. We got talking so enthusiastically about the good times we’d had back at Schuylerville High that I had completely forgotten my original errand until two very distinguished looking gentlemen came from their office. Martin and Harry told me they were on their way to draw up a contract for Robert Sanders who had just bought out the Cecil B. DeMille’s company. After they had left, I asked Alice where to find a good department store in Hollywood. She told me that Mary Alice Harris was manager of the most exclusive store in Holly- wood. I remember several years ago Mary Alice told me she’d have been satisfied with being a buyer for one department. Those Schuylerville girls certainly know how to reach the top! Again I started on my way and decided to stop into the famous Sardi's res- taurant. As I started to cross at Hollywood and Vine, I noticed a familiar looking face policing the mobs. Bob O'Brien, of all people! He never failed to catch each 25