Warrensburg High School - Hackensack Yearbook (Warrensburg, NY)

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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

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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.

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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