Stamford Union Free School - Camera Yearbook (Stamford, NY)

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to the smiling eyes of Cleta CBaird?J She had changed very little and looked exceedingly happy. As tl1e ship slid by many people were strolling on the deck. Raymond Govern and his brother walked. slowly, stopping of- ten to watch tl1e fast disappearing shore or the miles of ocean ahead. The scene sl1ifted, the sun poured down on an open theatre where thousands of people were watching a. bull tight. Among tl1e spectators were Harlan Lewis and Ada fMabey?J Their attentions seemed somewhat divided. The bull was victorious and Arthur Bush was quite seriously injured. An announcer proclaimed tl1e fact that this was tl1e great fighter's first down- fall. A large school building arose in tl1e froth. Children were sliding down the walk when two troopers drove up and stopped. As they bowed at the door of the empty class room one's hair was notably red while the other was black. Ruth Buck and her assistant were arranging books for tl1e night. The black haired fellow iinmediately hurried the assistant to tl1e waiting car. The taller trooper waited patiently for Ruth to finish up then they too entered the car and drove away. They drove off into the dimness of tl1e horizon and disappeared in the froth. At this point tl1e witch emptied the contents of a paper envelope into the kettle. A Packard roadster slowly d1'ove up before a. large oflice building and stopped. Elizabeth fEffner?l took a basket of lunch from the back and entered an elevator. She entered a lawyer's olfice on the third floor and passed through the door marked private. A young man was sitting at the desk and as Betty entered he arose his black eyes snap- ping and a very boyish grin lit up his handsome face and show-- ed two rows of pearly teeth. Betty cleared his desk and spread the lunch upon it. They sat down companionably and began eating. Until the very last two heads showed very close to- gether, one blonde haired, the other black and wavy. The froth next held a picture from the South. A large truck drove up to a storehouse and loaded with tobacco and

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the kettle a vigorous stir with the handle of my hair brush. As I stared fixedly at it a picture was formed in the midst of the froth. I seemed to be looking from tl1e back of a large class room, before me at the front of the room a professor was giv- ing a lecture on History. Despite the addition of a pair of scholarly looking glasses I readily recognized our class presi- dent, Kenneth Doonan. Tl1e scene shifted and I beheld a large white house which I recognized as the Governor's Mansion at Albany. Natalie 1 Robbe?J walked down the steps with a very conventional look- ing man. They entered a large car waiting at the curb and slowly drove away. At this point the froth darkened and I seemed to be e11ter- ing a dark cave. Suddenly it began to grow lighter again and at last I saw a large room. - At one side was a dazzling throne. A Lyon wearing a jeweled crown was sitting 011 the throne. Harriet fBuck?j was seated beside him pouring tea for the King of the Beasts. The witch gave another stir to the froth and it all turned a mellow gold. The picture formed showed a music room done in gold. A gold shaded lamp was lighted near the grand piano where May Willistl sat practicing an Opera for the following evening. In an adjoining room her husband sat at his desk busily preparing a History Lecture. The next scene was from Switzerland. High up in the Alps two women were hiking. Dorothea Bartholomew and her illlllil seemed to be enjoying the mountain air immensely. Dorothea looked much stronger than when I last saw her. They rounded a large rock and suddenly came out on the most beautiful pla- teau. Before and above them were the snow capped mountains and all around them the beautiful rivers, rocks and valleys. over them the clear, blue sky. The froth turned a deep green, I saw mile after mile of ocean waves and cutting through them an ocean liner bound for Europe. My attention was immediately attracted to a tall, young man standing near the rail. Dark, good looking and well dressed he was giving his entire attention to the person at his side. As they turned to glance out over the water I looked in- 1

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bales of cotto11. The owner came in from the fields where he had been examining the cotton and watching the pickers. Al- though he had grown quite stout I soon recognized Melrose Harper. Are you surprised to see him growing cotton down South? No, for you know he always loved the South, that he was always dreaming of Carolini Next I saw Aurilla Hastings teaching school at VVashing- ton, D. C. After school she went to the race track and with a group of women drivers received racing instructions. The next day there was a, race. Only Ford touring cars over five years old were eligible to run in this race. The first prize Was a new Ford and was won by-Aurilla! I saw a drug store and over the d.oor the sign 'tlaewis and Cuyle Pharmacists. Drug and toilet articles, soft drinks and ice cream were advertised on the windows. Floyd was Hirting over the counter with a. blonde customer while in a ba.ck room George puzzled his head over Income Tax Exemptions. Next another sign attracted my attention. Charleston in Six Lessons. Kathleen Beggs and an assistant were teacliing some stunning fellows tl1e art of dancing. They did not seem to be progressing very much but all the same to be enjoying themselves immensely. I began to wonder what was going to happen to James Moore when I saw a large farm. The good looking buildings were newly painted and on the barn was Meadow Brook Farm, James Moore, 1930. , A doctor's office appeared. The Doc himself was in- terviewing a patient. Tall and muscular, he was a type of man not usually interested in medical Work. He seemed very re- lieved when the patient left and removed his white coat showing a dress suit. He drew from his desk aiine photograph of Gladys Brown, examined it moment then replaced it. He ar- ranged the carnation in his buttonhole, smoothed his wavy, light hair and left hurriedly.-The office changed to a church. Here again the doctor appeared, walking down the aisle to the strains of Lohengrin's VVedding March and on his arm the