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

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1 ,Q 's ig' A 0 x Agiilqi I' use IF' l . F I . I i -i'i5 Qf. ll' 1. VIL ii 1 3 U. 1 CLASS STATISTICS Chrief What What we hear Name Disposition Occupation Others them say Call Them George Stevens llndifferent Walking up Oh, Peg IICVCI' frontof chapel 'fGeorge does that Mary Moore Sunny Talking Mary,' Holy cats! Howard Raynor Unsettled Reading Adventures Hoppie You said so Irwin Dent Lacadaisical Staring '4Dent', You ask him John Gray lVariable Playing piano Johnnie I like that! Hugh MacLaury Jolly Talking to Peg 5'lVIac Yeh, I'gu6SSSO Bessie Canfield ,Cheery Fighting for Bess Wow Seniors Ada Mabey Pleasant Working Mabey Oh, gosh Gertrude Decker Agreeable Idling 'LGert Yeh! Leslie Wilcox Nervous Strolling Les I don't know Helen Laux Bossy Flirting Helen I wish I were Astrid Eklund Changeable Riding in an in Washington Erskine,' '4Astri+d Oh, yes Katherine Hastings 'Mild Studying Hastings I guess probably Romiett Gaylord Acquiescent Driving Ford '4lVIetz,' You bet!

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JOHN JAMES GRAY, JR. YJOHNNIEY Stamford, New York On with the dance Athletic Association ,26. Assistant Editor of Camera. Johnnie, as he is better known, delights us very much by his talent to make the piano keys dance. He spends a good share of his noon hour playing the latest music he has heard and the other share being teased to play. Johnnie was certainly greatly enjoyed on our Washington trip by his many maneuvers. By the way, he expects to graduate in three years and he certainly will be missed in his general haunt next year. We all wish him the best of luck along his musical line. HUGH PECK MAC LAURY SCMACS, Kortright, New York We never worry about the basket ball score, When we know' that 'gMac,' is on the floor. Basket ball 325, ,26, Captain '27, Athletic Association 726. '4Mac,' started his high school career in Oneonta, but for the last three years he has been with us in our studies fespecially geometryj and class activities. He lent a helping hand this year in earning money for the Wash- ington trip. Mac has always been our star athlete. This year he has been a suc- cessful captain for the basket ball team, and judging from the way he took his part in the Senior play, we are sure he would be equally successful in football if he should ever attempt it. MARY MARION MOORE CCMARYJP Stamford, New York One of our class is Mary dear, Who is always bright and gay, Her cheery smile for everyone, Goes a long, long way. Mary has spent her four years of high school at Stamford. Although she has not taken any part in athletics, she has been a very good student and has always had high marks. She has worked loyally and we have been happier because of her ready smile and cheery disposition. Mary plans to continue her education in Oneonta Normal next year, where we know she will make a great success. .

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THE FUTURE OF THE CLASS OF '27 One night as the wind went howling through the trees, I was sitting, musing before an open fire. This is my last year at Stamford Seminary, I thought. Then as I reviewed my years at school, the faces of my class- mates arose before me. Suddenly the flames glowed more brightly. The sound of distant music greeted my ear. And there before me was a gayly lighted night club such as one finds in the city of New York. A very jazzy orchestra was furnishing the music for the crowds of dancers. At the piano sat John Gray, who was now called the second Vincent Lopez. The dancers paused and one brilliant light was focused upon the figure of a beautifully dressed dancing girl. According to the applause that Gert, for it was she, received, I realized what a success she had made of her chief occupation. . The music died away and I heard the sound of tramping feet. Out of the fire marched a grand parade. Leading this parade was a much paint- ed and bedecked clown, who carried a tiny, pink parasol. His attention was caught by a very pretty girl. He removed his cap and mask and there by the chimney stood Howard Raynor. The flames died down to a grayish hue. Then there appeared in the fire a very cozy room done in rose and gray. Beside a table sat a young woman whom I recognized as Astrid Eklund H71 On the opposite side of the table Ken,' Corbin was reading the evening paper. I at once recog- nized the 4'Little White Housei' of Astrid's dreams. The room slowly faded from view and there appeared in the fire a large white mansion. Down the steps came a fashoinably dressed young lady. I immediately recognized Bess Canfield, now lVIrs. Fred Freed. She stepped into a Rolls Royce and was driven rapidly away to meet her hus- band, who was just returning from Alaska. As the car disappeared, the scene changed to a rough countryside. Bumping over the stony road came a much bespattered Ford car without a top. It soon halted before a little red school house. The driver alighted and entered the school house. The children crowded about her. From their actions I judged that they were very fond of their teacher, who was none other than Katherine Hastings. Again the flames glowed brilliantly and I soon caught sight of a large city. In a huge building a door opened, disclosing to view a large office. At the desk sat a handsome man of about 30. Beside him, writing at his dictation, was a young girl. As she lifted her eyes to smile at him, I recog- nized Helen Laux, the vamp of our class.