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

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TRAINING CLASS PICTURE BACK ROW: Left to right-Alice Rich, Katherine Hastings, Arthur Bush H'arla,n Lewis, Beatrice Cole, Ida. Fredenburg, Marian Newell. FRONT ROW: Kathleen Beggs, Marian Nichols, Miss Chase, Eileen Hub bard, Harriet Buck, Beatrice Van Buren.

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FRESHMEN President-David Atchinson. Vice-President-wKenneth Utter. Secretary and TreasurerfHelen Gray. Again, as in former years, the upper classmen of S. S. noticed the large green area in front of the study hall. Upon close observation it was discovered that this particular color was caused by the incoming Freshman class. As usual, this is a large class. After much excitement and experimenting in the art of holding class meetings, a President was elected. Their picnic this year was very successful. CLASS ROLL David Atchinson Ernestine Becker Carl Brooks Louise Chambers lola Deyoe Vincent Divine Hilda Gaylord Bertha Geiger Alfred Govern Margaret Govern Myrtle Grant Helen Gray Evelyn Henderson Richard Herrick Elsie Hitchcock Carleton Jones Alice Jordan Ethel King Ralph Kipp Marguerite Layman Joseph Meade George McNaught Cecelia Moore Florence Moscrip Vesta Pierce Arthur Raynor Clayton Shearer Ruth Shaver Marian Taylor Henry Travis Bessie Utter Kenneth Utter Steven Vamosy Dorothy Van Loan Howard West Mahlon Wickham

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THE JUSTICE OF JOHN LAKE Is this the way to Canaan?', asked the strange looking man who had halted on the road that led into the heart of the town. The countryman turned an inquiring eye and stared at the questioner. Sure it be, he said. 'Tis a matter of another iive miles. The stranger nodded and resumed his tramp. It is good to be back, murmured the man, as he trudged on. Then he gave a little laugh, a laugh which was out of keeping with what should have been his frame of mind, but his bitterness faded as he neared the village. It was a quaint old place where he had lived before the gold rush. He remembered the old watering trough and the stone house near the out- skirts of the town, both of which brought back memories of his younger days. He had been very lucky in spite of his illness whilch had kept him prisoner for many months. He had been ill, so ill in fact, that the letter that had come for him at the old cabin in the land of snowy north, was hopelessly out of date before he read it. It was the letter John Lake had hoped for. It was from Grace, a letter written many months before. A letter telling him that she was, as ever, his and that she would still be waiting for him. He was rich despite his ragged appearance. He had changed so much that no one would know him now, and he smiled as he wondered if time had also left its mark upon Grace's ap- pearance. ulVIorning,'7 came from a man on his way to market. Lake stared at the speaker. It was Bill Rice, the mailman, and he did not know his former friend. lVIorning,'7 said Lake. He passed on toward the old Inn, where Mrs. Larcon lived, Graceis widowed mother. This was Canaan at last, and what the man had longed for. He had thought it would be of no use to inform them in advance of his home com- ing, and again he smiled as he adjusted his weighty knapsack. Grace would be able to do as she liked when they were married, for he was rich now. He had had friends in the old days before his adventures, but he had been looked down upon as a man who ldid not follow the beaten pathway and rest contented with a regular wagej. But Grace Larcon had stood by