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

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TRAINING CLASS PICTFRE BACK ROW, left to right: Ida Hamilton, Mildred Faulkner, Florence Har- ris, Kenneth Peck, Blanche Cuyle, Dorothea Bartholomew, Catherine Owens, Mildred Lewis, Edna Peterson, Mildred Schoonmaker, Helen Campo. FRONT ROW, left to right: James Govern, Florence Hinman, Dorothy Nichols, Lillian Dusha, Miss Phase. Iona Mills, Aurilla Hastings.

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made by singing. However, they did not know that the Soph omores possessed talent. We must, however, give the Freshmen the credit due them for they l1ave tried to Work and so far as we Seniors are con cerned they have been greatly appreciated for they h ive freely contributed their jokes to our Camera. Kenneth Baldwin Rose Baird Donald Beavers Florence Becker Cornelius Brown Louise Chambers Wilbur Clark Ruth Comstock Beatrice Cronk Robert Decker Martha Dibble Dorothy Foote Bertha Gieger Francis Govern Gladys Hamm George Harris Carl Hastings Alice Jordan Joseph Kemper CLASS 'I ROLL Kenneth Klum Charlotte Laraway Clarence Mackey Edward MacLaury George McNaugl1t Grace Moore Helen O'Brien Margaret Pierce Yllilliam Baynor Gladys Reed Ivan Reed Frederick Robbe Louise Shaver VVarre11 Shaver Emerson Stevens Gordon Terrell Kenneth Utter Parker Utter Anna Vamosy

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A GAME IN LIFE Morris Fisher was selling peanuts in the large stadium where there was to be a race that afternoon. IN'ith monoton- ous regularity he called his wares, peanuts, live a bag. He never permitted excitement to interfere with business. As he passed along someone tossed a half-dollar from one of the lower boxes. He threw back a bag of hot roasted pea- nuts and started sorting out the change from a iistful of coin which he took from his pocket. His customer checked him with a gesture, and beckoned. him to come nearer. Morris entered the box. Never mind tl1e changef' said his patron. Will you show me the way to the Howard locker-room? I want to see Ralph Anthony. Morris paused a minute to size up the man who made the request. He wore stylish sport clothes, with a diamond on his finger and another in his tie. The hair which showed beneath his cap was gray. His face had a. a. dissipated look. The deep wrinkles and dark circles around the eyes indicated that he was not altogether a good man. I'1l take you to the club-house,,' said. Morris, but I don't know whether I can get you in or not. The hundred-yard dash is due to start in twenty minutes. The gentleman rose and Morris led him out of the stadium and in the direction of the club-house. 'Do you know this fellow Anthony? asked the man. Yes, replied Morris, we come from the same town. The stranger seemed busy with his thoughts for a few moments as they picked their way through the hurrying groups of people, but as they approached the club-house, he said what was 011 his mind, Perhaps, as you know Mr. Anthony you would be willing to introduce me. He handed the peanut seller a card. The bold engraving showed the name Harry Dart. Witll the card was a five dol- lar bill. Morris looked up inquiringly. It's all right my boy, said Mr. Dart. I appreciate your guiding me over here. It's awkward getting about in a strange place, especially in such a crowd.