Stockbridge Valley High School - Chieftain Yearbook (Munnsville, NY)

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WALTER SPLAIN MWaltu Latin Prize: English Prize: Senior Plays: Cup for Prize Speaking: Base- ball: Basketball: Jr. As- sistant, Boy Scouts: Jr. Glass President NATHAN Mosrmn o r Mme l - ., g. Club Pres.: 4--H Club: .H Council: Basketball: Q. Qlf- a gricultural Key: Medal ..:,q H nr Judging - msmfrou frnunsfrou M d S WMertN Orchestra: valley Breeze: Student Council: Senior Plays: Ag. Club: Sec.- Treasurer ARTHUR PERKINS WArt' 5. Club: Football: Base- sll: Cheer Leader PAUL WHIPPIE llwhipu Ag, Key, 1940: Senior' Play: Ag. Club: 4-H Club CORABEL SNYDER WCora' .ibrary Club: Homemaking 'rizeg Glec Club: Senior 'lay: Orchestra GLENNA WILSON WGlenu 4-H 2 yrs.: Chorus

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ETHEL DICK HEtN Senior Play: Orchestra: Band: Basketball: Valley Breeze Staff: Softball: Cheer Leader: Alumni Annual ROY GLAVE UGlaveW Boy Scouts: Prize Speak- ing 2 yrs: 2nd prize for Prize Speaking: Prize for Mathematics: Senior Plays GORE HAMRICK 'Harrison' Boy Scouts, Leader: 4-H Club, Seo.-Treas: Senior Play: Prize Speaking: Forum CARLTON HICKOX usimpn Orchestra: Band: Ag Club 4-H Club ELEANOR HARRINGTON WE1lien Softball: Valley Breeze Staff: Senior Play: Vale- dictorian LEORA HASLKUEH WMikeW Valley Breeze Editor: 4-H Sec.-Treasurer: Student Council: Softball: Cheer Leader: Senior Play: Li- brary Club: Typewrlting key: Athletic key 2 yrs.: Forum: Alumni Annual HELEN MAINE WTooteu 4-H Vice Pree.I Student Council Pres: Senior Play Valley Breeze Staff JUNE MASON nTorchyW Senior Play: Orchestra: Band: Valley Breeze Staff 4-H, N. Y. A.: Softball: Library Club: Shorthand key: Alumni Annual: Girl Scouts

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C L A S S P O E H I sat on the bank of the bubbling brook, As it wended its merry way And as I listened, this is the tale The little brook seemed to say. It took me back to m childhood When life was one grand merry-go-round And we were so unafraid. I thought of the wonderful teachers Who were ever in their places. Of children who have long since gone Their sweet familiar faces Will linger in m memory When my sight has long grown dim. And many of my school mates Have heard the call of him, 'ho closes the gates behind us To never more return. He has guided our every effort As we tried so hard to learn. nThis is not the end,' the little brook said 'But the very beginning of life, For you, my children are on your own To face all struggle and strife. Just be prepared to meet it: Face it squarely if you can And don't forget the importance Of being a friend to man. Choose wisely and struggle on Play not the minor role, Never content with the task you've done Until you have reached your goal. The little brook's voice grew fainter And farther away. So I tell the Class of '41 What the little brook said that day. Adelaide