Warrensburg High School - Hackensack Yearbook (Warrensburg, NY)

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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.

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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.

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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