Warrensburg High School - Hackensack Yearbook (Warrensburg, NY)

Text from Pages 1 - 16 of the 1928 volume:

THE CYCLONE 1 SENIOR CLASS First Row: Helen Crandall. Muriel Turner, Marion Lane. Edith Fuller, Nathalie Lewis, Lois Russell, Mary Webster. Second Row: George Remington, James H. Smith, l ura Cameron, Madeline Fassett. Kathleen Goodrich, William Maltbie, James D. Smith. Third Row: Principal Ripton. Sheldon Reynolds, Charles Wil- 8ey, Richard Edwin Lawrence, Francis Thayer. William Peck. Leroy Dickinson, Arthur Woodward. President—SHELDON REYNOLDS Vice President—WTLLIAM MALTBIE Secretary—MURIEL TURNER Treasurer HELEN CRANDALI. Class Flower White Rose Class Motto—“Vincest qui se Vincet —He Conquers Who Conquers Himself Class Colors Blue and White 2 THE CYCLONE nm«mmnnmnHmm � «t� n � HH� u uuu«xnn mMmHm nnmnmtxnHnunum� UH tv� t v� H� M MEMBERS OF THE CYCLONE STAFF Editor-In-Chief ..................................................... James H. Smith Assistant Edilor-in-Chief ............................................... Jennie Daniel Sport Editors ....................................................... Leroy Dickinson Muriel Turner Joke Editor.......................................................... George Remington Class Reporters— Freshman ................................................................ Alice Fassett Sophomore ............................................................. June Reynolds Junior .................................................................. Myrtle Farrar Class Historian ...................................................... Helen Crandall Business Manager............................................... Prof. J. Harold Ripton Financial Manager .................................................. Sheldon Reynolds Class Prophet ....................................................... Marion N. l ne Class Testator ....................................................... James D. Smith Class Poet ............................................................... Lois Russell Faculty Advisor................................................. Miss Ruth Lemniie £ OUR SPIRIT if When we speak of the spirit of a thing we may have in mind any number of inter- pretations of the meaning of that word. We speak of the spirit of Christmas, the spirit of Locarno, community spirit, school spirit and many others. But no matter in what sense we speak of that word we all have the same interpretation for it and that in- terpretation is—something which we can- not explain. What is it that sends the people hurrying to the stores on December 25 to buy some- thing to make some one happy with the one thought of giving? What was it which united the six warring diplomats, each with differing ideas and ideals into one brother- hood of thinking? What is it that makes the people of a community willing and eager to help and put forward anything of a com- munity nature? What is it that sends the whole student body out to cheer for the school team—the team that will fight to the last and never say die? The one answer is that it is the spirit of the thing. And once we have grasped such a spirit it never leaves, it stays with us as a lingering memory; it impels us from with- in as some unseen force. It is very fitting and proper that there should be such an all-powerful force and “Oh, may the fleeting years not detract from this force but instead add to it and show to us its ever increasing beauty.” J. H. S., ’28. A QUARTERLY CYCLONE Some years ago the Cyclone was edited as a monthly book, but it became impossible to keep this up because the paper was put- ting the school in debt. Then for a while just the year book was edited. Even then the book did not pay and often the deficit had to be made up by the school. As a financial venture, the paper was a failure. The faculty and pupils realized that to drop the Cyclone would lower our standing among the schools with whom we exchanged. Speeches made by pupils and members of the faculty inspired us with new courage. Again we bravely started on a campaign to make our book a success. The Cyclone ap- peared this time as a quarterly. Despite the zeal of the school the paper did not pay. For the last two years now only the year book has been edited. Not only for the sake of the school ought the Cyclone to become a quarterly but also for the sake of the community which sup- ports the school. One of the things which raises or lowers the standing of a commun- ity is its school. Whether the Cyclone is edited more often depends upon the support we receive. Will it still remain a year book or is it going to become a quarterly? J. D., ’29. I THE CYCLONE HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 1928 Of course a class history is never as inter- esting as a class prophecy or will, for there is not such an opportunity to employ humor. On one September morning in the year of 1924, twenty of the most dignified looking Freshman that ever entered the Warrens- burgh High School were enrolled as the little bell at the front desk in study hall rang. Of course there were so many of us that we were not afraid to stick up for the few rights that Freshmen have and so we ruled with an iron hand, being used, though, as the laughing stock of the three upper classes, although the Sophomores had a much worse reputation than we, innocent, little Fresh- men. We organized our class with the usual four officers in charge; and our class meet- ings, whether held after school or in the early evening hours, were, as they have been dur- ing our senior year, always of the most rep- utable and distinguished type, except for once or twice when some Sophomore or Junior opened the door where the meeting was being held. Nevertheless we had the best time at our Freshmen class meetings that we ever had. When the next September came and we were Sophomores, we had not decreased in number but many of our members, especially the boys, became uninterested in the month- ly class meetings because of basketball and what they called more important things, but they always came in time to receive their share in the refreshments. At Christmas time we helped to make the last day before vacation a happy one. We were always very friendly with every class except the class just above us, who had the idea that they were the center of everything, while in real- ity they were at the center of the “Low” where the pressure is decreased. In 1926, we became Juniors—imagine it! Some of our previous members had left us but still we were, perhaps, the largest class in the high school. We held our class meet- ings and we shall always remember those that Mr. Wegner and Mrs. Chapin made so interesting for us. We liked our own com- pany very much and that is, perhaps, why we never gave the Seniors a party. We were equally divided in the number of boys and girls and the upper hall always served as the main place for amusement. In June, after the Regents’ examinations, we learned that wre had become Seniors, nineteen of us in number, the largest Seni- or class in the history of the school. At the Warren County Fair that year we conducted a stand which everyone patronized, and we have often wondered since if the public got their money’s worth. In September wfe be- gan our w'ork as Seniors, each one carrying a pretty stiff schedule. We held food sales almost every Saturday during the first term in order to gain money for our Washington trip. On February 10th and 11th we gave our Senior play, “That’s That,” proclaimed by the townspeople as the best high school play ever given. We gave two dances, a supper and then “The Noose” was given at Fairyland theatre. These last efforts were great successes and many thanks are due the people of Warrensburgh. Then came our Washington trip which at times had seemed like a dream rather than a reality. This trip will never be forgotten, for there w’ere a good many of us who had never been any farther away from Warrens- burgh than Albany. Our trip to Chester- town after one of our class meetings will never be forgotten either. Now, if after these four years of more or less hard study, we can be crowned with the glory of graduation, we shall still regret that we are leaving Warrensburgh High School. But we will be making one important step tow'ard making our lives the successes that they may be if only a little effort is used. In living up to our motto, “Vincet qui se Vin- cet,” and our class colors, Blue and White, we shall always remember our Alma Mater and the credit due our teachers and those who have helped us gain what we have. HELEN CRANDALL. '28. THE CYCLONE ZSL'QLjgHQ J JgL jgs. UJL J JgL 3JU8I 2£ 5? I .1 .W JTgJ JUNIOR CLASS HISTORY ’Way back in January, 1925, the forerun- ners of our class, four in number, were ush- ered with faltering steps and quaking hearts into the long looked-forward-to, yet much- I eared realm of high school. In September, 1925, we were joined by the rest of our class. There were now fifteen of us. We struggled through our Freshman year, very much in terror of the Sophomores, es- pecially Nat Lewis and James I). Smith. Outside of school we enjoyed ourselves a great deal, or thought we did. Our class- meetings were not so numerous as they were notorious, but as the upper-classmen said at the time, The flavor lasts.” It was during this year that Fern Mason, one of our members, left town. A little later in the same year, Micky McCuen decided to migrate to Warrensburgh and our class again had fifteen members. However, during our Sophomore year, we walked about with a feeling of superiority, spreading fear among the lowly Freshmen. Our one noteworthy class-meeting as Soph- omores was held at Evelyn Brown’s, where we enjoyed a marshmallow roast. I imagine no one of us who walked home that night will ever forget the spooks we saw at the old schoolhouse or the ugly do.g at Bolton’s. As Juniors we have had as yet no social activities, but mysterious plans are afoot. We ordered our class-rings in February and waited impatiently, counting the hours and days until they should come. We received them on March 20. Boy, were we happy? More cows were lost that day than any day since the Seniors got their rings last year. The one goal foremost in all our minds at present is—Washington. We are fully re- solved to strive to gain that end. Then when we are finally settled to earth again after painting Washington red. we will look forward to summer time, June-time and Commencement. MYRTLE FARRAR. REPORT OF THE SOPHOMORE CLASS The officers of the sophomore class of 1928 are: President, Constance Hayes; sec- retary-treasurer, Olive Ruth Cameron. Among our activities of the year were several parties, the first of which was given for the freshman class. The faculty mem- bers attending were Miss Lemmle and Miss Zimmerman. Games were played and re- freshments served. In return for this, a party was given by the freshmen for the sophomores. In December a house party was held at the home of Minnie Morrison. The number of people attending these parties proved that the sophomore class is one of the peppiest classes of Warrensburgh high school. JUNE REYNOLDS, ’30 -oo- THE FRESHMAN CLASS Some people say that the Freshman class is the worst class in the school, but it really isn’t, it is one of the best. At the beginning of the year we had a class meeting and elected officers for this year. Helen Stone was elected president; Walton Stone, vice- president; Ida Frye, secretary; Madalene Langworthy, treasurer. At the same time we elected Miss DuBois as our class advis- or. In October, the Sophomore class gave us a party. In order to show us that we were not as important as they, the Sopho- mores made us all wear green paper hats. Later we entertained them in return. In De- cember our class went to the home of our vice-president. Walton Stone, and had a coast- ing party, at which we had loads of fun. In April we were going to have another party at the school, but the Board of Education had a meeting there that night so we had it at the home of Dorothy Bisbee. Near the end of the year our class had its picture taken and it looked better than we expected it would. We all hope to be Sophomores next year and have as good a time as we did this year. ALICE FASSETT, ’31. ; Safi iQz THE CYCLONE 5 i CLASS PROPHECY CLASS OFFICERS In the year 1938, after having been sepa- rated from my classmates ten long years, it came to me that I should like to know their whereabouts. So, as my vacation was due, I planned a trip to Washington, a trip such as I had taken in 1928 with my classmates. It was on this trip that I hoped to meet them once more. As I remember, we were a care free lot who had never had anything to worry us when we were in the Capitol City except our feet. On Friday afternoon 1 took the sleeper for Washington. How different it all was! There wasn’t a person there whom I knew. After a sleepless night, I entered Union sta- tion. I knew no more about the place than I had known before. I left the station alone and was about to go uptown when I heard a cheery voice call: “Taxi! Taxi!” How familiar the voice sounded! I turned and there sat Stogie” Lawrence. He must have become attached to a taxi for he was run- ning one the last day of school for the senior class. I finally became located near the center of the city. After a few minutes rest, I went to a cafateria for breakfast where, as I was leaving. I met Ede Fuller. She was cashier there. She always said she liked the feelings of money. 1 invited her to go to Mt. Vernon with me, but she had to be on her job; so I went alone. 1 caught a trolley for that place and final- ly managed to get a seat with a rather in- telligent acting lady. She wasn’t very so- ciable though. She was all taken up with something outside or rather, it seemed that way. First she looked out the window and then wrote something, which in form looked like a poem. Finally she gave a sigh and said her poem was at last finished. And there before my eyes was our class poet, Lois Russell! That evening I went to Fox’s theatre to en- joy the evening. One of the special acts was by the “Ever-moving Woman.” When the curtain was raised there appeared on the stage before me “Mad” Fassett. Yes, she was ever-moving all right. I wonder if any one had ever seen her still even in church. As I thought a moment I remem- bered there had been a young man in the case. His name was “Franny” Thayer. What had become of him? That was an un- answered question of mine until “Mad’s” spe- cial act closed. At this time there was a loud outburst of applause beside me. I look- ed and there sat “Franny”! But, how chang- ed! His once glossy black hair was streak- ed with grey and his face—well, it was very plain that they were on friendly terms yet. The next day, Sunday, I attended church. As 1 sat there. I became very anxious to see the pastor. 1 wondered if he could be the same one they had ten years before. The door suddenly opened and in walked the pas tor in his long robe and white surplice. He had full, rosy cheeks, dark eyes and black hair. 1 thought I had met him before so I looked on the program. It read thus: “Ser- mon by Rev. Arthur Soper Woodward, pas- tor of this church.” The sermon was given splendidly. It seemed perfectly natural for Art” to preach even when he was in high school. The next surprise for me was the appearance of President and Mrs. Charles LeRoy Dickinson with their friends. 1 had heard much of them since they lived in Washington but little did I think I would see them. The thought of not being able to call them Dicky” and “Mit” gave me cold feet, so I didn’t visit them. On Monday I visited the navy yard where I was taken through the “Mayflower.” The guide was not very tall. He had dark hair and eyes and about the “straightest face that anyone every looked at. After having gone through the attractive yacht of the Presi- dent’s, I was asked by the guide to sign my name and address in a book. I had just signed my name when the serious guide broke out in a peal of laughter that startled me. There was J. D. Smith, another of my classmates. I had never seen him sober be- fore. No wonder I didn’t recognize him. After visiting a while 1 left for ny boarding house where I remained the rest of the day. My feet were even worse than the time I was on the previous trip. On Tuesday I tried to visit the rest of the places of most importance. While in the National Academy of Science I was introduc- ed to a Professor of-Science. The Professor of Science was none but “Shelly” Revnolds. I really wasn’t surprised because “Shelly” was always so good in science. After completing my round. 1 found that I had some time left so I went to the avia- tion field where 1 hired a plane for a short time. When we were hiph up, the pilot ask- ed me if I had ever been up in a plane be- fore. I said no.” He then asked me If I had ever been in Washington before. Then THE CYCLONE CLASS PROPHECY (Continued) I told him of my trip many years ago. After we were safely on the ground again, the pilot removed his cap and there stood George Remington! His dreams had come true. He was an aviator at last. Every time I thought of George I thought of Helen Crandall, too. So I asked him where she was. He said she was proprietress of the leading restau- rant in Washington, and then, with a frown, he said she had sworn to be an old maid. What a funny thing for Helen to do! After visiting her I returned to my room for a rest. Early the next morning I started for New York hoping to have just as many good times as I had had in the Capitol City. I stayed at the Hotel McAlpin. All was the same as it had been before. 1 bought a pa- per. The huge headlines on the front page were thus: “Maltbie Wins Over Smith for Mayor.” Maltbie—let me see—I used to know a boy in high school by that name. So 1 read on and found him to be the Wil- liam Maltbie I had known in school. The article said that Mayor Maltbie and his wife would go to their new home immediately and that Mrs. Maltbie was formerly Kath- leen Goodrich, one of the most popular girls from Northern New York. How interesting! I visited them and was received royally. While there, they took me for a drive in their Rolls-Royce. When “Bill” was in high school he had a “Ford” and now a still bet- ter car—if such a thing is possible. On returning to the hotel. I met two more of my old classmates, Mary Webster and Laura Cameron. They had become floor- walkers in a large department store there. If I remember rightly, they acted as floor walkers when the class of ’25 were in New York and at Hotel McAlpin. On inquiring of “Granny” Lewis, they informed me that she took first prize in a bathing beauty contest at Atlantic City. Now, there was only one more friend that I was very interested in. That was J. H. Smith, the athlete of the senior class. That night as I was on my way to the Ziegfield theatre someone touched me lightly on the arm. At last I had found James. After a long visit concening his success as Presi- dent of Dairymen’s League, I returned to the hotel, contented, for I had at last lo- cated all my classmates once more. MARION N. LANE. ’28 SAILING SONG Oh, my heart is ripe for sailing and the wind is loud and high, With the crescent for my cruiser, I’ll go sail- ing in the sky. 2 I shall cast my net in the billows of the clear, ethereal light. And I’ll catch the Flaming Goldfish, smallest of the stars of night. 3 We shall touch at foreign planets, and the strangest lands I’ll view. I shall pluck the brightest star-flow’r as a souvenir for you. 4 Deep-imbedded in the rug where Austral and Boreal meet, I shall find a glowing ember falling from her fiery feet. 5 When at last I've seen the Fireplace of the Sun’s Eternal Fire, Glimpsed the Land of Fulfilled Daydreams, Haven of My Heart’s Desire. Caught a fitful, quavering echo of seraphic melody— Then I’ll turn my vessel homeward through the high ethereal Sea. 7 But alas, for fond adventure! Near the mid- night’s sea-girt land. Wait a host of black-brow’d pirates just be- yond its sombre strand. 8 They will board my tiny cruiser, take my treasures all from me; Capture my pet Flaming Goldfish, throw my star-flower in the sea. 9 They will quench the glowing Ember, set my Melody afloat, And, lest they had missed some treasure, they will even take my boat. 10 When I feel myself a-sinking through the seething waves of foam. I shall have to take to diving to return again to home. —LOIS I. RUSSELL. THE CYCLONE ! ! I J 5? 3? 3P 3?-3$ 3£ 3$! 5 35 3S I5? 3£-££ 5? -3?-£p CLASS WILL We, the class of ’28, Warrensburgh High School, located in the village of Warrens- burgh, county of Warren, and stale of New York, being nearly sane in mind and feeling that accidents are liable to happen, hereby establish and define this to be our last will and testament: Item I: To Professor Ripton we bequeath the latest and most novel record, “Come, Come, Hurry On, Hurry On.” Item II: To Reginald Lanfear, Sheldon Reynolds does bequeath his sole right to be called “Haming youth.” Item III: To Carroll McCuen and Myrtle Farrar. James H. Smith and Marion I ane do bequeath the right to carry on the ro- mantic air, which has for four years made the study hall a place of eternal bliss. Item IV: To Robert Kenyon. Edwin Law- rence does bequeath his Pittsburgh stogie. Item V: To Paul Russell. Arthur Wood- ward does bequeath his mild and studious nature that it may long be preserved and honored at W. H. S. Item VI: To Myrtle Farrar, Nathalie Lew- is does bequeath the right to the sole at- tention of Marvin Menshausen. Item VII: To Ralph Mitchell, James D. Smith does bequeath the right to pester, an- noy. and provoke everyone in the high school during his remaining years. Item VIII: To Ruth Cameron and Wilfred Smith, Helen Crandall and George Reming- ton do bequeath the right to nickname each other with pet names, such as Beth. Dove, Item IX: To Ruth Cameron and June Reynolds, the girls of the Senior class do bequeath the sole right to use the mirror in the girls’ coat room, so that they may stand in front of it and try to make them- selves pretty every vacant period. Item X: To Leda Fay King, we do be- queath the right to gaze at Senior Alley and sigh for an absentee. Item XI: To William MacNeill, Bill Malt- bie does bequeath the knowledge of driving automobiles which has made him a long- sought-for-chauffeur. Item XII: To the Freshman class we do bequeath the right to study, obey all upper classmen and teachers, gaze with awe towards Senior Alley, and attend school reg- ularly. Item XIII: To the Sophomore class we do bequeath the right to rule the freshmen with rod of iron, to imagine themselves learned, and to walk carefully by Senior Alley. Item XIV: To the Junior class we do be- queath the seats in Senior Alley, the right to lay down rules for the good conduct of the school, and the right to be proud, haughty and vain. Item XV: To the Faculty we do bequeath several new Vlctrolas, and lesson records, that they may not ruin their voices during the next year. Item XVI: To Mr. MacBride we do be- queath the right to do away with all loose books and also the right to pinch all pupils until they are black and blue. Item XVII: In witness whereof, we, the class of ’28. the testators, have to this will and testament, set our hands and seal this eleventh day of June, one thousand nine hundred and twenty-eight We do hereby appoint Carroll McCuen ex- ecutor of this, our final will and testament. Signed and duly witnessed before me by the class of '28. CLASS OF '28. LETTA LONE, LOTTA BUNK. KITTY KARR. 8 THE CYCLONE THE FACULTY First Row: Mr. MacBride, Mrs. Weber, Mis, Lemmle. Principal Ripton, Miss Blackburn, Miss O’Brien, Miss Zimmerman. Secon 1 Row: Mrs. Frost. Miss Hunt. Miss DuBois Mr. Cameron, Mr. Young, Mrs. Orton, Mrs. Tucker, Miss Hurley. LITTLE BROWN ROAD Little brown Road, oh, little brown Road, Winding by mountain and hollow. Picking a path through the mazes of life, We’re dropping our lessons to follow The goals that you lead to—the city or town. Brooklet or mountain or meadow, The frequented path of the lonlier way Are hid in the Future’s dark shadow. Some may drop out in the heat of the day. And some follow on to the finish; But whatever our fate, may we ever be true, Nor cur zeal for our lifework diminish. Th a let us plod on through shadow or sun. Through whatever the fu'ure discloses; If indeed you must lead through fields of thorns, Ch. spare not your dust for the roses. LOIS RUSSELL, ’28. £: £: ;-y :•? ;•?. :.v :,v :.v :.v :.v :, :.v :.v :.v :.v :.v :.y :.y :.v :,v v,; :.v :.y zjygugygy LZfa THE CYCLONE 9 GIRLS’ BASKET BALL TEAM OF '27 AND ’28 First Row: Bisbee, O'Keefe. Crandall, Captain Turner, Farrar. Bruce. Second Row Pasco, Coach DuBois, Winslow, Smith. Daniel, Langworthy. Cameron. GIRLS’ BASKET BALL TEAM Soon after school started in September, the girls became anxious for basketball to begin. There was more than one reason for this. One of these was that the other sports like tennis and volley ball, had become tire- some and we wanted something new, but the most important reason was because we had a new coach. Miss DuBois succeeded in interesting the girls in basketball and for the first practice there were between twenty and twenty-five girls who came out. All the season we had between ten and fifteen out. and this was unusual because other years by the end of the season we did not have more than one “sub” left practicing. We were in the Adirondack League in which the other teams were Luzerne, Cor- inth. Fort Ann, South Glens Falls and Glens Falls Academy. We also played two games with North Creek high school and one with the Alumnae. Of the thirteen games we played we won seven games. The Corinth girls succeeded in winning the most number of games in the Adirondack League, and the trophy was presented to them. The girls’ team of '28 and '29 will be the same with the exception of the two for- wards. and we wish the team a very suc- cessful next year. MURIEL TURNER. '28. 10 THE CYCLONE BOYS’ BASKET BALL TEAM OF ’27 AND '28 First Row: Principal Rip ton, Montena. Captain Dickinson, Smith, Woodward. Manager Lane. Second Row: Menshausen, W. Smith. Maltbie. Remington. McCuen, Wilsey. BOYS’ BASKET BALL TEAM In the annals of high school athletics in Warrensburgh. the basketball team of 1927- 28 should stand out prominently. The team, with its thirteen victories and four defeats, was one of the best ever turned out. It was defeated but once in the Adirondack League and consequently it became the winner of the Silver Basketball. The team was very erratic. It showed its best skill against Fort Ann. and played its worst game against North Creek. Although the expenses for the season were more than a small high school team could really afford, the team proved a financial success. At the close of the season, Menshausen was voted the most valuable player on the team. The only players who will be lost through graduation are J. H. Smith. Dickin- son and Wilsey; and this loss should not seriously weaken the chances for another successful year. The members of the team wish this op portunity to thank all those who took part in the Vaudeville, and especially the faculty who, for the benefit of the boys, burdened themselves with the task of making the show a success. LEROY DICKINSON. W. H. S. 26 Home Glens Falls 25 W. H. S. 41 at Round Lake 35 W. H. S. 15 Home North Creek 23 W. H. S. 13 Home So. Glens Falls 9 W. H. S. 19, at Lake George 15 W. H. S. 25 Home Corinth 20 W. H. S. 44 Home Round Lake 19 W. H. S. 18 at So. Glens Falls 16 W . II. s. 25 Home Schroon Lake 29 W. H S. 32 Home Fort Ann 19 W. H. S. 40 Home Luzerne 21 W. H. S. 15 at St. Mary’s 16 W. H. S. 29 at Corinth 34 W. H. S. 33 at Fort Ann 26 W. H. S. 44 Home Lake George 32 W. H. S. 45 at Luzerne 29 W. H. S. 29 at North Creek 25 I THE CYCLONE READ ’EM AND WEEP Thayer—“She’s a wow; she’s the kind of a girl boys write home for.” Shelly—“Write home for what?” Thayer—“Write home for money. Dick—“Shall I take you to the zoo?” Muriel—“No, If they want me they will come after ne. Mick—“I am going to have to stop drink- ing coffee for breakfast.” Myrtle—“Why so?” Mick ”1 can’t sleep in any of my classes any more.” Art—“Doctor. 1 am going to die.” Doc—“What makes you think so?” Art—“My life-time fountain pen just broke!” Zim—“Do you remember the old days when movie houses were as dark as pitch and the click of the camera drowned out all else?” H. Gordon— Yes, darn it, 1 was eight years old then.” Ripton—“Len, you’re the most valuable man in class.” Len—“How’s that?” Ripton—“You snore in your sleep and so keep the other students awake.” Duby (In Astronomy Class)—“Anyone wishing to look at Venus please see me.” James D. Smith to June—“Say. listen: If you took lessons for three years, maybe you could play the piano half as well as you think you can play it now If you thought you played it twice as well as you think you do now—maybe.” Lois—“It says here. ‘A preposition is a poor word to end a sentence with.’ ” Stogie—“That’s the bunk. What’d you want to get that book to be read out of from for?” Arthur D.—“Why, when my father was in condition, he could dive over a hundred feet into two feet of water.” Monty— That’s nothing; my father once dove off the Eiffel Tower onto a damp rag.” Marion—“Do you believe there’s a heav- en?” Jimmie H.—“I know it!” H. Gordon—“You are perfectly normal?” I. aney—“Yes.” H. Gordon—“You light your cigarette with your left hand?” Laney—“Yes.” H. Gordon—“That’s not normal. Most people use a match.” Ruth—“Have you no ambition in life? Wouldn’t you like to do something big— something that would create a great commo- tion in the world?” Woodie—“Yes. Ruth. I’d just love to throw a bushel of eggs into an electric fan.” George—“James D. Smith’s name ought to be “July.” Helen—“Why?” George—“Because he is always after June.” Duby—“What is the declination of the Sun?” Marvin—“When the Sun declines to thine.” Miss Lemmle—“Len. why are you walking so slowly?” Len— So if I drop asleep, I won’t fall so hard.” Lois—“Don’t you just adore Kipling?” Mad—“I don’t know. How do you kipple?” Charlie Wilsey (in English class)—“If ’race’ is cognate object in ‘run a race what is ’drink a quart’? Arnold— That’s a drunk!” Miss Lemmle (in Latin class)—Sheldon, what is “hora?” Sheldon—“Er. oh—hour (Auer).” Miss Lemmle (dreamily)—“Not quite.” Miss DuBois (in P. G.)—“Laura, what comes from Arizona?” Laura (in the clouds)—“Hugh Mosher.” Helen— What’s your favorite breakfast food?” George—“Mush.” Fortune Teller— You will marry a tall, good-looking young man with blue eyes and brown hair.” Mit—“Haven’t you made a mistake about the color of his hair?” Mr. Young (looking at figure Geometry pupil has put on board)—“Now if I had a figure like that. I’d change it.” Smart Pupil—“You’d need to!” il § •a « ■M !K KNOW THYSELF. SENIOR!” Name Expression Hobby Accomplishment Ambition Characteristic Fate James D. Smith Now, now Teasing Making others .. miserable To look swell Funny noises General in the army James H. Smith Studious Track Athletics To beat Pavo Nurmi Pretty smile President of the dairymen’s league Francis Thayer Pretty Snorky Janitor of Music Hall Blowing smoke rings To pass Economics Wavy hair Traffic cop “Art” Woodward No kidding Playing the piano Eating cream puffs unaided To give up Six feet 2 Owner of Coney Island “Bill” Maltbie Blank Skipping school Running a flivver To chauffeur for Henry Ford Nice ties Old Man’s Home “Roy” Dickinson (Censored) Fishing Advanced Algebra “SX” Red hair Great Grand- daddy Sheldon Reynolds Well I can’t help it Being useless Flaming youth To graduate (if possible) Reddish hair Mechanic “Bill” Peck “Aw” A front seat with Leda French III To play a Sax” Hair like Paderewsky.’s Ballet dancer George Remington Darn it Playing a violin Eating rhubarb pie a la “mud” To fly Small hands Champion of the Lady Wrestlers Marion Lane Nothin’ doin’ Embroidering Singing To grow thin Dignity Old maid Lois Russell Well Asking questions Knowledge Telephone oper- ator Scowling Missionary Muriel Turner For Lord’s sake “Dicky” Mathematics To be “Duby’s” double Double chin Elevator operator Kathleen Goodrich “Bill” Dancing Looking dignified in a flivver Beauty specialist Stoutness Mother of twenty- five children “Mad” Fassett Well I can’t talk any louder “Franty” Thayer Being silly Cicero teacher My Baby’s Back To get it where the chicken got 4 I a A Edith Fuller I don’t know Running a Ford Reading Hasn’t any Frankness the axe First Lady of the T � Laura Cameron “Huh?” Speaking in Eng- lish IV class Always busy Astronomer Red hair I.«and Proprietor of a Chinese laundry “Nat” Lewis Gott in Himmel Playing tennis Marvin To get to History C on time Innocence (fake) Society matron Mary Webster Mercy Advanced Algebra laughing leader in the next Polar expedition Talking Conductor of an evening train Helen Crandall Well, who cares? 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