Warrensburg High School - Hackensack Yearbook (Warrensburg, NY)

Text from Pages 1 - 32 of the 1943 volume:

Published by The Staff and Senior Class of the Warrensburg Central School Issue III Volume I Through her six years of teaching in the Warrensburg Central School, Mrs. James Sullivan has come to play an important part in many of our lives, as English instructor, senior class adviser, adviser for the HI-ROCK staff, director of the Dramatic Club and a companion for the Senior Washington trip. We admire and respect her for her untiring effort, her devotion to her work and a broad understanding of student problems. We. the Class of 1943, dedicate this yearbook to Mrs. James Sullivan in appreciation of her years of faithful service. THE HI-ROCK Page 3 NEW SCHOOL Our Board of Education has been most active in their efforts to provide us with a new school building. It is with our greatest appreciation to the board that we, students of the Warrensburg Central School, hold our commencement activities in the new building this year. BOARD OF EDUCATION Members of the Board of Education of the Warrensburg Central School District who have been instrumental in the construction of the new building. First row (left to right): Albert L. Emerson. President, Walter H. Pasco, Don H. Cameron. Second row (left to right): Howard E. Hull, Raiph Brown, Principal Nathan Gifford and Clerk Charles H. Brown. Page 4 THE HI-ROCK JUNIOR-SENIOR HIGH SCHOOL FACULTY Warrensburg Central School First Row: Vivien Smith, Mary Farrar, Olga Semerad, Myra Fleet, Louise Tubbs. Second Row: Armine Gurney, Anna Frost, Ruth Lipowicz, Clare Sullivan, Ada Guiles. Third Row: Dorothy Greer, Frank Cameron, Kenneth Niles, Nathan Gifford (principal), Phyllis Roberts. Name Degree From Subjects Experience Nathan Gifford B.S., M.S., Syracuse, Science, I yr. Jr. H. S. Watertown, N. Y.. Vice-principal 3 yrs. Cape Vincent, N. Y„ Principal 2 yrs. Lafargeville, N. Y., Supv.-Principal 6 yrs. W. C. S. B. Frank Cameron, General Science, Chemistry, Physics, Biology, 15 yrs. in Thurman schools, 15 yrs.—W. C. S. Myra Fleet, B.S., Elmira College, Commercial Subjects, Guid- ance, 5 yrs.—Roscoe, N. Y„ 4 yrs.—W. C. S. Mary Farrar, B.S., Syracuse, Librarian. 2 yrs.—W. C. S. Anna Frost, 7th and 8th grade mathematics. El. Algebra. 15 yrs. in Johnsburg and Thurman schools, 23 yrs.—W. C. S. Dorothy Greer, Oneonta Normal, 7th and 8th grade social studies, Reading, Spelling. 2 yrs.—Holland Patent, N. Y„ 3i 2 yrs.—Dartmouth school, 5 yrs.—W. C. S. Ada B. Guiles, B.A., Middlebury, EL English, Latin I and II, 2 yrs.—Corinth, 2 yrs.—Diamond Point, 12 yrs.—W. C. S. Armine Gurney, B.A., Albany State, French I, II, III, Mathe- matics, 15 yrs.—W. C. S. Ruth Lipowicz, B.S., Buffalo State, Grade and high school Art, 2 yrs.—W. C. S. Kenneth Niles, B.S., Ithaca Colleqe, Instrumental music, I yr. w. c. s. Phyllis Roberts, B.A., William Smith, Jr. and Sr. high history, I yr. W. C. S. Olga Semerad, B.S., Rider College, Commercial subjects, I yr.—Netcong. New Jersey, I yr.—W. C. S. Vivien Smith. B.S., New York University, Home Economics, 4 yrs.—W. C. S. Clare Sullivan, B.A., M.Ed., St. Lawrence University, High School English, Dramatics, 6 yrs.—W. C. S. Ross Tracy, Oswego Normal, Industrial arts, 5 yrs.—Deposit. N. Y„ I yr.—W. C. S. Louise Tubbs, Crane Normal Institute, Music. 2 yrs.—Fort Plain, N. Y„ 15 yrs.—W. C. S. THE Hi-ROCK Pa9e 5 INTRODUCING SOME OF OUR NEW TEACHERS ELSIE DONNELLY (Upper left) English—Keuka College 1943—B.A. Degree—Home Address—Barth. New York. JANE AYRES (Top row center) Home Economics—State Teachers College, Plattsburg. N. Y. 1943—B.S. Degree—Home Address—Morrisonville, New York. LUCILLE WILLEY (Upper right) Librarian and Junior High English—Geneseo Teachers 1943—B.A. Degree— Home Address—Geneseo, New York. EVA CORCORAN (Lower left) Art—State Teachers College. Buffalo. N. Y. 1943—B.S. Degree—Home Address —Angol. New York. RAYMOND W. MILLER (Bottom row center) Physical Education—Ithaca College 1937—B.S. Degree—For the past six years has taught in the Alfred-Almond Central School—Has been unusually successful with his basketball teams. RUTH C. WEIGEL Physical Education—Courtland State College 1943—B.S. Degree—Home Address—Rochester, New York. ROBERT BARLOW Band 2, 3, 4; Glee Club 2, 3, 4; Basketball I; Base- ball 2; Editor School News 3; Hobby Club I, 2. JANICE BURT Band I, 2, 3, 4; Glee Club I, 2, 3, 4; Dancing Club I; Hobby Club I. VERNA COMBS Salutatorian, Vice-Presi- dent 3, 4; Band I, 2; Glee Club I, 2, 3, 4; Cheer- leader 3, 4; News Reporter I, 2; Dancing Club I; Sew- ing Club I. EDWARD HOWE Baseball 2, 4. FORREST LANFAIR RALPH BROWN Banking Teller I; Bank ing Bookkeeper 2. MILDRED CLEVELAND Banking Bookkeeper 4; Chairman — Service Men's Bulletin Board 4; Dancing Club I. HAZEL DUELL Glee Club I, 2, 3, 4; News Reporter 3; Sewing Club I. ROBERT KNIPE Glee Club 3, 4; Basket- ball 2, 3; Baseball I, 2, 3, 4; Banking Teller 2; Banking Bookkeeper 4; Hobby Club I. 2. RUTH PASCO Glee Club I, 2, 3. 4; Chairman Ways and Means Committee 3, 4. WILLIAM POTTER Glee Club 3; Baseball I, 2, 3, 4; Basketball I, 2, 3, 4; Soccer 2; Golf I, 2, 3, 4; Hobby Club 2; Dancing Club 2. BERNICE RUSSELL LOUISE SPRAGUE Glee Club I, 2, 3, 4; Banking Teller 3; Secretary 2, 3, 4; Editor School News 4; Editor HI-ROCK 4; Sew- ing Club I; Dancing Club I. NORMA WALLACE Glee Club I, 2, 3, 4; Band I, 2, 3, 4; Treasurer 3, 4; Banking Teller 2; Bank- ing Bookkeeper 3; Hobby Club I, 2; Dancing Club I; Sewing Club I. LOUELLIA WOOD Glee Club I, 2, 3, 4; Vice-President I; Banking Teller 2; Banking Cashier 3; Alumni Editor HI-ROCK 4; News Reporter 4; Drum Majorette I, 2, 3, 4; Score Keeper Baseball 3; Sewing Club I; Hobby Club I, 2. MIRIAM REYNOLDS News Reporter 4; Fea- ture and Exchange Editor 4; Cheerleader 4; Dancing Club I. DAVID SPRAGUE Basketball I, 2, 3. DOROTHY STONE Valedictorian; President 3, 4; Treasurer I, 2; Glee Club I, 2, 3, 4; Banking Teller 3; Banking Cashier 4; News Reporter 2; Hobby Club I; Dancing Club I; Sewing Club I. DOUGLAS WILSEY Glee Club I, 3, 4; Base- ball I, 2, 3, 4; Basketball I, 2, 3; Soccer 3; Dancing Clut 7; Airplane Ciub 3. IRWIN ZALTZ Page 8 THE HI-ROCK SENIORS—AT THE END OF A HARD DAY Left Row: J. Burt, E. Howe, B. Russell, D. Wilsey, D. Stone. Middle Row: M. Cleveland, L. Sprague, D. Sprague, L. Wood, N. Wallace. Outside Row: V. Combs, R. Pasco, R. Knipe, I. Zaltz, R. Barlow. Standing: H. Duell: C. Sullivan, Adviser: M. Reynolds. CLASS HISTORY The evolution of the class of 43 has been a long and memorable one. Each year has seen the arrival and departure of members of what is now called the senior class until there are but nineteen left. Commencing under the guidance of Mrs. Maynard Baker, four of our classmates have followed up the years. Namely they are: Edward Howe, Louise Sprague, Janice Burt and Dorothy Stone. Eddie, better known as Leroy, the sole original male member, has come up through the years with only a few minor changes. Now his teeth are fully in place whereas when he started only few were to be seen. His shyness and timidity is much the same as ever including his hobby of sliding down banisters. Few feminine charms have as yet forced their presence upon his mind. Grannie, other- wise known as Louise, is fully fledged as the class jester. Her ever remaining giggle will alway cling deep in the memory of each and every one of us. Her bulging muscle will prove a de- fensive weapon on the home front if wielded as in the past on her male classmates. This characteristic stands out above all on her chronology. Janice, the class shiek in a feminine sort of way, has shown us her ability and techniques of catching and entrancing our big moments. Her dashing charm has always fascinated us and we re still wondering what the future holds. Dotsy has displayed her set ways throughout these twelve years of work and toil and is the only one so far to officially hook and hold her man. Her four feet eleven are our envy and her only regret. These four are to us old crows and ancestors of our class. Starting in the second year, several more joined, but of those only Hazel Duell continued on with the staff. She, al- though comely, is eminent in her field. For further information regarding the subject see file six, folder twelve in Fleet's Library. Somewhere between these two years, another en- tered our midst: namely. James Douglas Wilsey. known as Doug to all his friends. The only drastic changes in this speci- men was from knee to long trousers. He has proved his worth in the athletic field and we all hope he can bowl them over as he has on the alleys. But, Doug, remember this as a friendly gesture, never let those late compositions floor you. It just ain't worth it! Several years have now elapsed and no additions or sub- tractions to the permanent staff occurred until our sixth year. Here much to our delight Bob Knipe, Ruth Pasco, Norma Wal- lace and Louellia Wood joined our everlasting friendships. Ruthie, a mother to every member of our. class, has added zest and fun with her dry humor and constant agitation with the English instructor, Mrs. Sullivan, one of her own clan. Her larope and nip gait has kept us all in awe. How does she do it? Lou is the favorite and the only blond in our class. Her quarrels and reconciliations with that curly headed beau have kept us wondering. Will it never cease to be? Norma, a flap- per in all senses of the word, has proved to be the Juliet of us all. Her ability to attract the opposite sex has often left us envious and dubious! Could it be her charm and grace? Now THE HI-ROCK Page 9 for the masculine side of the family. That dashing, curly headed lad called Bob has certainly kept the Colonial Arms busy hiring waitresses to keep him entertained. The army is a great life but you won't be able to go out with your mess sergeant ol boy! The next year saw only one change and to tell the truth that was the only change it could stand at that time. Torpe or Twerp, better known to the older folks as Verna Combs issued torth from a sunny sky only to leave us astounded at her vivacious and somewhat haughty air. To look at her now you would never think that she was a shy little bashful girl of sixteen. We sympathize with her feeling that school work does not mix with the army life. Which shall it be? We wonder! In the two years of Junior high school we had a few school parties but none worth mentioning here with the exception of a square dance held at Music Hall. Many of us here learned our exquisite square dancing techniques and a few rounded up some romances. Ch dear, such a year as was our Freshman one. To add to all our difficulties a few new members joined us; namely, Mildred Cleveland. Bill Potter. Dcvid Sprague, Miriam Rey nolds and Bernice Russell. Miriam, the brightest red head around us, has slowly worked her way into our gossip circles, but now her heart lies elsewhere, possibly in Texas! Those Home Ec. days are going to be a help aren't they? Crisco Sprague, our little boy who is so pleasingly plump, can never be re- placed in our school memories. With this electricity shortage, me lad. you could be a multi-millionaire putting those blushes to use on an intersection of Main Street. He makes that little girl friend of his look like a pebble on Miami Beach. No offense, old thing, cause we like you no matter what the scales balance. Everybody knows from Virginia to New Hampshire the class wolf, Bill Potter. He has certainly kept up his good work to keep the title for two years straight. Many an under- classman stands in awe as he strolls by. held up by a girl on both sides. What is that technique, Pot? That come hither gal with the brown eyes called Bernice, then came into our gossip circles. She has brought to our notice the fact that there are armed forces in the U. S. A. Until lately she was the only one of the class to catch and keep an army guy but now they are too numerous even for Business Arithmetic! Millie brought along a bright spot when she entered our class too. If there is anyone within ear shot who is bashful and shy, here is the girl to win your battles for you. If we all had her will. Hitler would soon be out of existence. The main event of this year came when initiation rolled around. Although we may have been slightly verdant, the garlic and olive oil treatment did little to tame us. You lucky ducks that no longer are subject to such vile treatment. Our exotic costumes didn't help the matter any either. The big moments, however, did not come into our pre- sence until our tenth year. That lad with the boisterous laugh and shady humor often called Poopie also entered upon our fair countenance. Oh such a lad as he is! To our knowledge he is about the only personage who can successfully argue himself into vacations after school with the teachers. Has he taken a fancy to them or does he feel more at home here? Ralph Brown, acknowledged as Claribelle, is surely an in- vincible character. Never anywhere could the United States Army find a better cook and waitress. His marks in Home Economics are much above those in Industrial Arts. Is any girl looking for a good wife? The line forms at the right! Last but not least in our class comes Oywin, perhaps known to you as Mr. Zaltz. Here is the one and only Casanova admitted. The number of heartbreaks he has caused is criminal. Irwin, could we inquire as to where you buy those lovely valentines? Norma’s was just too ducky! Here was where we got revenge on that initiation we had the year before. Those poor verdant things! I think they still suffer ill effects from it. These last two years proved to be idle according to the next ones. Our Junior and Senior years saw numerous activities. Candy sales began and did we learn fast the tactics of keep- ing balanced books. Many is the time that we dug in the old sock because of our incompetent debtors. At Christmas time in 41 that memorable party came when pie a-la mode was served. Could you believe it that Mrs. Sullivan ate one-third of a pie? Shhhhh---------we don't want to discourage Jimmy so early in their marriage! Oh for the time when we put on the Senior Ball! It sure was a lot of work but nobody can deny the fact that it was worth it. We shall never forget Bob Barlow's eyes as he watched that tap dancer do her stuff! The worst thing about it all was the cleaning up job. Oh well, it taught a few of us household techniques anyway. This year aside from a few minor parties nothing spec- tacular happened. Our long hoped for Washington trip never materialized, so here we are as ignorant as before. With the dying patience of our teachers, upon us all, we find it now. more than ever, desirable to graduate in '43. To those we leave behind, we only hope that your years will prove as humorous and bright as ours. —Dorothy Stone —Mildred Cleveland CLASS PROPHECY As it was a dismal evening. I sat by the fireplace think- ing over old times. Watching the sparks fly up the chimney, I thought of Mrs. Sullivan building a fire, during a rainstorm, at Echo Lake on one of our class picnics. About this time I heard a knock at the door. I opened it and who should be there but Robert Knipe. Robert had been a Lieutenant in the Air Corps during World War II and had seen lots of action. However, his action had ceased some- what for now he was married to Ronnie, his old sweetheart who worked at the Colonial Arms in Warrensburg. She was taking care of Bobbie. Jr., while Robert was working as coach at dear old Warrensburg High. We started talking things over and to help bring back the memories, I got out one of my old class pictures. The first one we noticed was Dave Sprague. Maybe it was because he was such a little fellow. David had been just young enough to keep out of the fighting over across during the war, as you know, Dave had been a quiet person and had always liked the country. Maybe this was the reason why he had chosen truck farming as a life-time occupation. Next to Dave was Ralph Brown. Ralph, if you remember, took a lot of kidding from the Seniors in 43 , but now he is making out all right. Ralph had been an airplane spotter dur- ing the war and someway or another he became interested in differeni kinds of weather. He never lost this interest and today he broadcasts weather reports over the radio each noon. This is more or less a minor job. however, because he has a more important job in the control tower of the Glens Falls Airport. Standing just behind in the picture is Verna Combs. Ralph had a crush on her at one time, but he got over that as soon as he saw that Verna was going to remain true to Tom Harrington. Today she spends most of her time taking care of the children and doing the housework while Tom is working with the Lane Construction Company as Head Foreman. While we were looking the pictures over, the phone rang. It was Bob Barlow. He was almost a wreck from walking the baby every night. Robert had married a girl who decided if Page 10 THE HI-ROCK he was going to play poker three nights out of the week, that he would put the baby to sleep before leaving the house. Bob thought that this was lenient enough, but he didn't realize the patience it takes to put a baby to sleep. The only thing I could suggest was to give him a couple of sleeping tablets. I was living up to my old name Zip'' by suggesting this. I was only thinking of getting it over with as soon as possible and never gave a thought as to how the baby would react to this. Bob was disgusted with me for suggesting such a thing and as he saw he could get no help from me. he hung up after thanking me for my valuable information. I went back to looking over my class picture and had just seated myself when a car drove up with the horn blow- ing. We rushed out to see who it was. To my surprise it was Edward Howe who had finally found a woman and wanted to celebrate. He invited Bob and me down to the Rockwell Hotel and so off we went. We had to park down the street a way because there was such a large crowd. As we walked up the street we met Dorothy Stone. Dick May. Louellia Wood and Karl Irish. As you might have guessed. Dot married Dick and Louellia married Karl. They had a big double wedding and everything has been working out swell for them. The had just come from the Rialto Theater and as they were go- ing no place in particular. Ed invited them along too. We had just arrived at the entrance when a taxi drove up and out stepped Norma Wallace and Irwin Zaltz. If you remember. Norma and Irwin used to have great times in school during their Senior year. I had never realized that any- thing would come of it. but their marriage was proof enough for me. They were going to the Rockwell too and so we invited Ihem along with us. We went inside and started things off with a big dinner and then, as you might guess, a few'' drinks were bought. But then, what’s a party without a little some- thing to drink. Suddenly the door opened and in rushed a crowd of people, among them a young man clinging to the arm of a dark-haired girl. Good Heavens! It’s Fred and Louise! And sure enough it was a wedding party. That afternoon Louise had said yes' and before she could change her mind Fred had whisked her off to the Justice of Peace. After this we started where we left off. Things went along swell and as the evening passed away, more of my old classmates stopped and came into the hotel. Among them were Janice Burt. Miriam Reynolds. Bernice Russell. Douglas Wilsey. Hazel Duell, Ruth Pasco and Mildred Cleveland. Janice had married Bill Stockwell and was living in Glens Falls. Poor Bill was usually left at home to watch the children while Janice went out visiting the hotels. This is to be ex- pected. however, because Janice always seemed to have a great liking for them. As far as that goes Bill did too. bu Janice unfortunately has Bill under her thumb. However, if Bill is the kind of a person I think he is. eventually there will be an upset in the peaceful home of the Stockwells. This will probably be for the best though, and after things calm down once more, the home will probably return to its former peace- ful standard. Miriam Reynolds had married Ray Haskell after a long hard, and dull trip to Texas in the summer of 43. Confident- ually, Miriam still hates to be winked at. I guess she never will get over that. Bernice Russell finally found a man that suited her. She is now the head waitress at the Plymouth Hotel in New York, and condidentially has a beautiful home in the suburbs of the city. Douglas Wilsey. as you might guess, owns a large dairy farm. He always had been interested in that kind of work. When he was taken in the draft back in 43' he was made bugler because he was used to getting up early in the morn- ing. Doug is married to a girl who was brought up on a farm. This makes everything swell because she can understand him which is more than most people can. Well, so much for Doug. Next we come to Hazel Duell. Hazel, if you remember used to get around when she lived in Warrensburg. In fact she still does. She married a fellow named Harry from Glens Falls and is living there with him. She spends most of her time taking care of the twins and doing the housework through the day. bur at night she's her old self again. She and Harry step out quite frequently and make the rounds’ : confidentially they are about as happy as anyone I know. Ruth Pasco comes next. If you recall, she used to carry a torch for James Alger. She wasn't the only one. but she was the one that succeeded in landing him eventually. She has a rather lonely life, however, as he still is in the Navy and Ruth constantly worries over the stories about a girl in every port. Last but not least we come to Mildred Cleveland. Mil dred at one time had a crush on a sailor named Oscar Swin- ton, but nothing came of that. However, she did end up marrying a sailor. It must be something about the uniform. Do you remember how noisy she used to be? Well, she has made quite a bit of progress with her voice. For the last three years she has won the hog-calling championship in Ohio. Yes sir. she sure has gone places with that voice of hers. The party was noisy and gay until the staid married couples remembered their children at home and one by one reluctantly said good-night. Now Knipe and I are left, and if he doesn't get home soon—. Well, we better leave too— goodnight. Edward Howe 43 William Potter '43 CLASS WILL We Seniors of 1943. being of weakened morals and un- sound minds, hereby give and convey as stated all rights, in- terests. claims and advantages as enumerated below. 1) To the august faculty, who have ruled, dominated and wrecked us as human being we hereby bequeath our broken minds and bodies—but not our un- daunted spirit. 2) To Mr. Cameron we will Miss Fleet's liveliness so that his students in biology, will not invariably fall asleep. 3) To Mrs. Gurney we will the ability to win at contract when playing for high stakes. 4) To Mrs. Sullivan we will a home for two or more located in Warrensburg. Missouri. 5) To Mrs. Lipowicz we give the technique to keep in step when strolling through the park with her hus- band. 6) To Miss Fleet we will the ability to establish and main- tain the backbone of a government all her own. 7) To Miss Roberts we will an interest in Cleveland $ Green House, so that she'll always have flowers to wear in her hair, making her glamorous to her stu- dents. 8) To Miss Smith we will a set of salt and pepper shakers, so that she will always be well seasoned. 9) To Miss Semerad we will a tube of mascara to ac- centuate her Come hither eyes so that the op posite sex will .notice her instead of her noticing them. THE HI-ROCK Page I I We, the class of 43 of Warrensburg Central, in all sanity and honesty, do bequeath and surrender to our under- classmen this nineteenth day of June, nineteen hundred and forty-three, in all hopes that they may benefit from them as we did, the said items as stated in this last will and testament: 7) Edward Howe—Wills Harry Stockwell and Ed Frye the right to slide down banisters. 8) Robert Knipe—Wills Dick Lewis the right to court the Colonial Arms waitress and the right to fall asleep while sitting on the davenport with Ronnie. 9) Ruth Pasco—Wills Martha Rhodes the right to court a sailor by the name of James. 10) Bill Potter—Wills Mr. Cameron his ability to walk flat-footed. I I) Mariam Reynolds—Wills Mrs. Greer the right to dye her hair red to match her red hot temper. 12) Bernice Russell—Wills Anne O'Connor the right to attract the boys with her come-hither eyes. 13) David Sprague—Wills Harry Winslow the right to walk to town on Saturday nights and to smooch in the movies with his girl. 14) Louise Sprague—Wills Betty Foster the right to make and print the Senior Yearbook next year all by her little self. Dorothy Stone—Wills Valetta Combs the right to be short and plump. Norma Wallace—Wills Doris Brown her pleasant smile and dimples—We do hope Doris will not waste them: Norma hasn't. Douglas Wilsey—Wills Lewis Wood the right to have Saint Vitus dance every morning in history C class. Louellia Wood—Wills Jean Anselmo the right to be 23 inches around the waist. To Barbara Sprague she leaves the title of drum maojrette. Irwin Zaltz—Wills Stanley Noble the right to look after Norma Wallace, while he is visiting in New York whenever he is so inclined. Bob Knipe—Wills Gene Kelly his ability to fluster the new teachers next year. Norma Wallace—Wills Josephine Aiken the right to court all service men on leave so as to keep up their morale. Go to it, Jo!! Louise Sprague and Norma Wallace—Will Betty Foster the right to be stuckup. Forrest Lanfair—Wills Leslie Olden, the right to keep on the lookout and protect Virginia Pratt, while he is in the Army. Louellia Wood '43 MEET THE SENIORS We are the ambitious Seniors of 1943 And a successful bunch we re bound to be. Of studies it seems that we’ve had plenty And as to our size—we number twenty. First there’s Dottie, president of our class. Also valedictorian: Oh, what a lass. Then there's Verna, a T. N. T. Bomb, Salutatorian and all for her Tom. Edward Howe, Romeo of our bunch, Sighs for Verna and that's no hunch. Janice Burt, our musical friend. Is bound to be hitched before the war's at an end. Douglas Wilsey, our baseball guy, Is forced to do farm work and doesn't know why. Then comes Barlow with his old horse laugh, Makes excuses and throws the gaff. Ralphie Brown, our Senior cook, Prefers to care for horses in some shady nook. Milly Cleveland with her cute little giggles Wanders around and talks in riddles. Bob Knipe, pitcher of our baseball nine, Knows his Ronnie is really fine. Irwin Zaltz—Norma's fate: We hope she wakes up before it is too late. Miriam, our red head with temper to match, We send to Texas to make her catch. Bernice Russell, so meek and mild, We all are sure she won't go wild. Dave Sprague, that wonderful shiek, Can only see Ina seven times a week. Ruthie Pasco with hair so wavy Has a rival for that guy in the Navy. Bill Potter, who is always late, Will be on time once—he's draft bait. Louise Sprague, secretary of our gang. Starts our parties off with a bang. Louellia Wood, our gal reporter, Can dig up news on real short order. Forrest Lanfair—Alas! Alas! Almost missed being with our class. Hazel Duell with heart so gay Likes to dance her time away. Last but not least comes our teacher so dear— So, for Mrs. Sullivan, let's give a cheer. 1) Robert Barlow—Wills to Robert Goodrich the right to court one qirl in Lake George, two in Troy, and bum to Glens Falls every Saturday night. 2) Ralph Brown—Wills Bob Venton the right to be the only boy in Home Economics II class next year. 3) Janice Burt—Wills her interest in using spare cash to buy defense stamps to Martha Rhodes. 4) Mildred Cleveland—Wills Anne O'Connor the right to be ten minutes late for school every morning. 5) Verna Combs—Hereby turns over a hand-holding” arm-in-arm permit to Julia Rounds and Bob Jones —She and ..Tommy held the same permit this past year. 6) Hazel Duell—Wills Betty Baker the right to stay out until the roosters crow and then sleep until I 1:00 A.M. Hazel Duell '43 THE HI-ROCK Page 13 THE SENIOR CLASS VOTE Best Looking Girl . . . . Best Looking Boy . . . . Best Sport............ Most Courteous......... Most Likely to Succeed Best Dancers........... Class Comedian .... Most Popular........... Most Demure........... Noisiest ............. Most Carefree......... Most Romantic......... Biggest Grind ......... Most Affected ......... Most Childish......... Best Dressed.......... Most Self-controlled Most Poise............. Most Persevering . . . Most Stubborn . .................Dorothy Stone . . . . .........Edward Howe ................ David Sprague .................David Sprague .................Dorothy Stone Louellia Wood, Edward Howe .................... Irwin Zaltz Verna Combs and Edward Howe ................ Bernice Russell .................... Irwin Zaltz ................. Robert Barlow ....................Janice Burt Verna Combs Janice Burt Ralph Brown Louellia Wood .................... Hazel Duell Dorothy Stone ................. Verna Combs Ralph Brown Most Athletic .................................. Robert Knipe thinks He Is Most Athletic..................... Douglas Wilsey Most Domineering ................................ Mrs. Sullivan Most Impertinent................................ Louise Sprague Most Initiative...............................Dorothy Stone Clumsiest...................................... Douglas Wilsey Most Enthusiastic .............................. Verna Combs Worst Tease .................................... Robert Barlow Most Flighty ................................... Janice Burt Biggest Flirt ................................ Norma Wallace Best Personality..............................Louellia Wood Has Biggest Drag With Faculty.............Dorothy Stone Tries to Have Drag With Faculty..................Ralph Brown Laziest.........................................Douglas Wilsey Chubbiest...................................... Dorothy Stone Most Friendly.................................. Louellia Wood Worst Giggler ................................ Norma Wallace Most Dependable...............................Miriam Reynolds Best Excuse Maker .......................... Mildred Cleveland MEMOIRS OF It is now 1953 and as I sit quietly at home this evening knitting industriously, reminiscing in my old school days. We did have such fun in those days but foremost in my mind are the teachers—what they looked like, their humorous quips in class and their undying patience. Starting with our principal, Mr. Gifford, we find num erous things which have clung in these now decrepit minds. His patience with which he endured that tardiness and ab- sentee problem now amazes us. Those rules and regulations weren't half as bad: in fact, we think they might have added to our education. How well we remember those teachers, Miss Tubbs and Miss Roberts. My, they certainly were a grand pair of sports. Come to think of it, we did act a little raucous and if our wits were about us, nothing aside from a bended knee could apolo- gize for it. The former was our music instructor and the en- joyment we found in those concerts can hardly be expressed. We are glad to look back and see her Glee Club as pros perous as ever and the many years to come we hope will still see her beaming countenance. Oh no. Miss Roberts, we haven t forgotten you. That jolly smile and pretty posey in your hair stands out as plain as the day we first met. We are not sorry to look back on those classroom days as the fact always re- mains, Where would we be today if it weren't for history? Umm—Whom do we see now crossing the paths in this crystal ball? Why, if it isn't Miss Semerad, our old commercial teacher. How well we remember those days in 43 when she was our sole baseball umpire! Success after success piled up after our boys saw who was judging the contest. Her blushes and glamour still remain as ever but her appetite for hot dogs has declined. What has happened? Do not those Senior frankfurt roasts hold such delectibility for you? Who is this elderly lady primly passing by? Imagine that, those gray hairs have so increased in our old guidance counselor's head that we didn't recognize her! It really is a shame how she worries about the future of all those students! Perhaps if she could have had but a few years more training on us, we would all have become as much a success as the class that graduated later. Some of us remember those nerve- wracking days of Bookkeeping II when budgets simply wouldn't balance. We may have learned now, Miss Fleet, but ours still simply won't oblige! Oh, dear, it's awfully hard to look back on our Alma Mater and not see our old English Instructor. Mrs. Sullivan, at her desk. Those Monday mornings which produced such blue OUR TEACHERS English IV classes are now nearly all forgotten and only the thoughts of seeing her building charcoal fires in the rain re- main. The fun we used to have at our class functions with her are still prominent and foremost in our minds. As we finger through that good old English notebook of ours, the composi- tions we used to write for that gal simply astound us! How did she do it? We see that that gentleman of the test tubes and acid bottles is still making his compounds and agar solutions. How marvelous nature has been to preserve that dignified and un- daunted expression on his face. Does nothing break Ms patience and good humor? That old saying If you've heard this one, stop me is still echoing in our ears but we enjoyed that little bit of merriment in our science classes. Those matron teachers. Mrs. Frost and Mrs. Guiles are still administering that basic training routine and doing a fine job of it too. How they could hold fheir tempers long enough to cram anything into our heads is far beyond comprehension. The high school morale will never fall while W. C. S. has such a back bone. To us, you were the Lights that never failed. My, a vacant chair is behind a desk where our home economics teacher once took her place. We distinctly recall those fluttering eyelashes and the variety of wardrobe which kept us entranced every minute of the day. With her charm and grace, her place was on the stage not over the stove. Her technique in teaching the male members of her classes astounds us. Her belief that the man should do some of the work in the home, held sway then and still does, even though her career days are past. A swift stride, a twinkle in her eye, a flashing smile and last but not least a bright hair ribbon brings back to our memory—Mrs. Gurney. It was always a mystery to her stu- dents how she managed to keep her patience at all times, especially with her French III class. At any rate, we always knew better than to go to class with incomplete work—per- haps it was her stern expression after a detailed explanation by Bill Potter! Because of a ringing door bell, my work is interrupted and my book of memories must close. This goodbye, however, is only of a temporary nature, for as the lights may shine will the memories of our feachers and principal remain. Dorothy Stone '43 Louise Sprague '43 Ruth Pasco '43 Page 14 THE HI-ROCK SERVICE MEN'S BULLETIN BOARD Through the past year we have displayed three posters with the pictures of some of our former classmates in the service. These posters have been displayed in a glass show case in the upper hall just outside the Study Hall door. It seems that whenever anyone received a picture of a friend in the service and brought it to school, that before the numerous curious hands had finished with it. it was a little the worse for wear. This, of course, had to be remedied, so the Seniors decided to give everyone an equal chance to see these pictures. They appointed a committee to collect pictures and see that they were appropriately displayed. The committee consisted of Robert Barlow, Fred Hall and Mildred Cleveland, Chairman. The first poster was made by Mrs. Lipowicz and set ou for display in November. It contained the pictures of Arthur Irish, Harry Fortune, Guy McElroy. Leeward Stockwell, Gor- don Cameron, Donald Burt, Pierre Cassidy. Laurence Cleve- land and Joseph Springstead. Pictures on the second poster, made by Golda Jordan, were of Arthur Baker, Robert Meade. Walter Grinnell, Leon Reynolds, Donald Cameron. Malcolm Wood, Carl Flynn and Howard Combs. The third display, made by Mrs. Lipowicz, contained the following pictures: Ben Guiles, Joseph Tanner, Ray Haskell, Charles Combs. Walker Orton. Ben Shaw and Joseph Armer. Our last exhibit of service men. also made by Mrs. Lipowicz, has eight more pictures, making a grand total of 32 pictures shown this year. They are as follows: Howard Wells, Bill Stockwell. Paul McElroy, Oscar Swinton, Earl Coombs, Arnold Hayes, Bob Fisher and John Fisher. Next year with the cooperation of the pupils and the parents of our service men we hope to carry on this work. We wish to thank you one and all for the pictures you have contributed. These pictures are being given good care and will be returned to the owners. Robert Barlow 43 JUNIOR CLASS HISTORY As the Junior class go on into their senior year, they leave behind them many pleasant memories. Our class is very proud of its wise choice of class officers: President—Vernon Barrett, Vice President—Betty Foster, Treasurer—Eugene Magee, Secretary—Phyllis Frye, who left school toward the end of the year, and Harry Winslow, who was elected in her place. The Junior class is well represented in most of the school activities. One of the boys favorite games is baseball. Karl Irish and Vernon Barrett, who make up an important part of the baseball team, also play basketball. Junior pupils who are members of the band are Eugene Ma ee, Betty Foster, Anne O'Connor, Josephine Aiken and Martha Rhodes. The Glee Club members from our room are Dorothy Swan. Betty Foster, Anne O'Connor, Josephine Aiken, Martha Rhodes. Valetta Combs. Margaret Stone, and Betty Baker. Our class, as the years have passed from the time we were in the first grade up to our present Junior year, has gained and lost members successively. Our group now con- tains eighteen members, a small but progressive class. The Juniors, now nearing the close of the year, are proud of the work they have done in this very important year of high school and next year will be fully prepared for their Senior year in their good old WARRENSBURG HIGH.'' Harry Winslow, Secretary SOPHOMORE CLASS HISTORY The honorable sophomore class of 1942 started off the year by electing our class officers. After much thought and consultation, we decided to call our parties the Flying V's ' and the Anonymous. There was much friendly rivalry when the election day came around, but in the end the following officers were elected:— Donald Howe—President—Anonymous Albert Ruiz—Vice President—Flying V Iva Mosher—Secretary—Anonymous Barbara Sprague—Treasurer—Anonymous In the middle of the year, because of a change in schedule, our president resigned in favor of Albert Ruiz, ou-- vice-president. Sally O Connor then was elected vice-president. Our next important event was the initiation of the Freshmen, which we all enjoyed very much. We have had many other successful parties—such as, our square dance party where we played games, square danced in the band room and afterward had refreshments. Another successful party was our skating party over on the recreation field. The return party which the Freshmen class gave us is not forgotten either. We played a quiz game where if we missed the question we were asked they made us do some tricks: this was nearly as bad as our initiation of them had been. Our patriotism too has been high this year as we have invested many dollars in bonds. We have had a very successful year which is due mostly to the patience and tacf of Mr. Cameron, our home room teacher. Iva Mosher, Secretary FRESHMEN CLASS HISTORY To some we are just a bunch of young kids who think they are very smart and cute. but we are really a group of twenty boys and girls who are under the guidance of Miss Fleet. Last fall when school opened, we chose our class offi cers: Leonard Harrington, President: Pat Morrison, Vice- President: Calvin Engle. Treasurer: and Mary Pasco, Secretary. Sometime in December Calvin left school to join the army: then we elected Virginia Pratt to take over his duties. For a special feature in the first issue of the HI-ROCK the school voted upon the most popular boy and girl, nicest looking boy and girl and many others. From the results we were told that the handsomest boy and prettiest girl were chosen from our class. The first social activity we had was initiation. Since that time we have had several enjoyable parties and dances. We are glad to say that many members of our class take part in school activities. Some are on the baseball team and others are in the band. There are six girls in the Girls Glee Club, and four fellows from our class help make up the Boys Glee Club. Then too, a group of girls roll bandages for the Red Cross every Thursday night and a few of them took the First Aid Course given by Mrs. John McNally. Although we have all enjoyed being Freshmen and have had some wonderful parties we are looking forward to being Sophomores next year. . Mary Pasco, Secretary ( In Hotter Name Nickname Activity Favorite Saying Pet Hate Popular Song Ambition 1 Robert Barlow Barlowe Roller skating Hello Dear Gasoline rationing I'm Sending You Red Roses' To be a patient at Samaritan Hospital 2 Ralph Brown Claribelle Cooking? Oh Shut Up The rest of the Seniors ' The Old Gray Mare To get Torpe away from Tom 3 Janice Burt Jan' Acting dumb Gosh Interference Just as Though You're Here To make Bill a good wife 4 Mildred Cleveland M illy Entertaining sailors Kelsey Hanner's Bootheel’ Work ' There's a Star-Spangled Ban- ner Waving Somewhere To marry a saibr or a soldier 5 Verna Combs Torpe Talking fast and giggling Oh Pooh! Fat spiders Dearly Beloved To succeed Roosevelt as President 6 Hazel Duell Duelly Square dancing Don’t be foolish' Rivals As Time Goes By To get out of Warrensburg 7 Edward Howe Abner Women Well Now Being called Leroy Why Don't We Do This More Often To get a woman 8 Robert Knipe Coxie Baseball Oh Hell Janice Burt Yesterday's Roses' To marry a waitress from the Colonial Arms 9 Forrest Lanfair Forrey Virginia Pratt Sorry it's censored School ' Take Me Back to Old Virginny To meet on that hill again 10 Ruth Pasco Ruthie Pestering people Well, my gosh Peoole interested in sailors • i 1 • • • Jim To be a ballet dancer 1 1 William Potter ''Pot Delmar Girls Holy Smoke To get up before noon Hold Tight To be with women, wine and song in the Rockwell Hotel 12 Miriam Reynolds •Red Writing to a soldier Oh Heavens' Being winked at Gotta Touch of Texas in My Heart To go to Texas 13 Bernice Russell Bernie Keeping up the sol- diers morale Gosh School The Sailor With the Navy Blue Eyes To visit army camps 14 David Sprague 1 � • f f Cris Hunting Good Gosh Women 1 Just Kissed Your Picture Goodnite Sorry—it's censorod 15 Louise Sprague Spaghetti Writing letters And who do you think you are? Conceited people I'm Saving Myself For Bill Wouldn't you like to know? 16 Dorothy Stone ’Dot Taking clever pictures For scream’s sake Snoopy people The Yankee Doodle Boy To join the ground crew 17 Norma Wallace Norm' Flirtinq with Irwin Oh Irwin Gossipers The Shrine of St. Cecelia To get around 18 Douglas Wilsey Doug’ He says he hasn’t one Geez Work Father Please Put the Cow Away To marry Veronica Lake 19 Louellia Wood Blondy Karl Holy Cow Summer visitors For Me and My Gal That would be telling 20 Irwin Zaltz Epson Salts Making noise Where's Norma Silence 1 Came Here to Talk For Joe To make Norma a good husband 21 Mrs. Clare Sullivan ”Paz Mischief making Gee, I'm not awake yet Seniors who won't work Army Air Corps Sonq She's already accomplished it %%%«%%%%%%%« Class F ower Red Rose Class Colors Blue and White utograpl)0 . Page 18 THE HI-ROCK HI-ROCK STAFF First Row: Louellia Wood, Josephine Aiken, Betty Foster, Louise Sprague, Miriam Reynolds. Second Row: Mrs. Gurney. Valetta Combs, Anne O'Connor, Martha Rhodes, Mrs. Sullivan. Third Row: Robert Barlow, William Potter, Vernon Barrett, Lewis Wood, Stanley Noble. Editor-in-Chief Assistant Editor Editorial Staff Louise Sprague Betty Foster Literary Editor Music Editor Sports Editor Feature Editor Exchange Editor Alumni Editor Service Men Editor Joke Editor Art Editor Associate Editors Betty Foster Anne O'Connor Josephine Aiken Valetta Comb; Miriam Reynolds Louellia Wood Robert Barlow Barbara Sprague Martha Rhode; Circulation Manager Assistant Manager Business Staff William Potter Lewis Wood Harry Winslow Extra Typists Vernon Barrett Stanley Noble Mrs. Sullivan Faculty Advisors Mrs. Gurney TO THE SENIORS This year, as every year, we watch the Seniors receive their diplomas, representing twelve years work. We watch thorn enter a world of new responsibilities and try to make their place in it. Some of us watch them enviously wishing we were graduating too, but others watch them sadly, realizing that the daily companionship we have had will soon be over. Whatever job these graduates undertake. Army, Navy, Marines, Coast Guard, Women's Auxiliaries. Nursing, de- tense work, business or college, we know they will do their utmost to succeed in their chosen field. They have proven in high school that they have this quality. So as they vacate their position as Seniors we look at them proudly and give to thorn, especially to those who will soon be serving their country, our best wishes for health and happiness during the next stage of their lives. Now I lay me down to sleep— 18, 19, 20 sheep— God, please try to make me grow To like the next door radio That blandly granulates the night; For if I liked it then I might Contrive to get a little sleep Before the 97th sheep. THE HI-ROCK Page 19 RETROSPECT AND PROSPECT In September 1942 when the reporters for the weekly news items, printed in the Warrensburg News, had been elected, a desire arose for our own school paper. Therefore the high school staff met and under the supervision and guidance of Mrs. Sullivan and Mrs. Gurney organized to produce this paper. The first time the staff met was in Octo- ber. to choose a name. There were three prospects—HI-NEWS, CYCLONE and HI-ROCK. The Hi-News and Cyclone were names of former school papers so to be original Hi-Rock was selected. The name Hi-Rock was derived from the historic huge boulder which used to overhang the road at the lower part of town, a familiar beacon for years. The first issue of the Hi-Rock was printed on December 21. 1942. It was a typewritten, dittoed paper with 19 pages. In March it increased to 23 pages, also a shake-up in the staff produced a much better paper all around. Much credit here goes to the art editor who did a superb job at handling the cover and all pictures. The material for both was collected by the staff from members of the student body and also special articles were written by Mr. Gifford. Miss Tubbs and Mrs. Frost. Students were generous with contributions and as they become more accustomed to a paper they will be even more cooperative. In April the Senior class began plans for a yearbook and the staff began plans for the June issue of the HI-ROCK. If the Seniors were to print theirs separately the staff would lose most of its members but if the two were to merge the cost would be cut and the HI-ROCK could keep its full staff— therefore they merged and it was decided that since ditto fades with age they would have it printed at the News office. This is the first time our yearbook has been printed since 1930, so an old custom has been brought back. Many plans have been discussed for next year in the new school, among them thoughts of a paper to take the place of the weekly news items appearing every two weeks, perhaps a seasonal magazine with it, or even a monthly paper. Next year the Seniors may also have a regular year- book. One thing is known though—we shall lose Mrs. Sullivan, one of the so-called guardian angels” of the HI-ROCK. The staff with Mrs. Gurney shall carry on to the best of its ability in an attempt to give the school a worthy publication. REVIEW OF Last fall a more complete guidance course than we have ever had before was started under Miss Fleet. Most of the fall Miss Fleet spent in collecting, reading and filing all the material on hand and making arrangements to secure more: high school schedules were straightened out by individual conferences, and some vocational movies were shown. In October and Novem- ber the scrap drive took place which turned out highly suc- cessful and $190 was earned: the students voted to buy an electric scoreboard with this money. Preference and aptitude tests were qiven to high school pupils who had not taken them previously. During the winter the tests were finished and with the second semester more schedules had to be straightened out. Individual conferences were part of every day activities. The eighth and ninth grades were given lectures by the special teachers once a week to give them an idea on what they were about and what jobs they lead to. Miss Roberts, history: Mrs. Gurney, French and Math: Mr. Cameron, science: Mrs. WAR STAMPS During the term of 1942- 43 our school has sponsored weekly the selling of war stamps and bonds. Mrs. Greer. Eugene Magee, and Florence Reynolds are the successful sellers. As an average, the students have been quite coopera- tive with the principal and teachers who have strongly urged us to invest every possible cent for victory. This year's total amount of war stamps and bonds sold through May I I for each grade are: 8A $1943.10 10 989.80 6B 315.90 3 294.85 5 275.10 4A 223.70 12 223.05 6A 205.40 2 201.90 II 190.35 IA 140.25 Kindergarten 7B 139.50 136.10 GUIDANCE Sullivan, English: Miss Fleet and Miss Semerad. commercial: Mr. Niles. Music: Mrs. Lipowicz, Art; Mrs. Guiles, Latin: Mrs. Farrar, library: Mr. Gifford, industry. Next a new plan was put into effect by Miss Fleet—from seventh grade to twelfth all students wrote their autobiographies. Each pupil will add to his autobiography every year in high school. In the spring the guidance department had charge of the Army-Navy tests given on April 2nd. Miss Ruth Rives gave a guidance talk to high school girls while Dr. Huntington gave one to the boys. Mr. Briggs from Pratt Institute gave a very interesting talk on Architecture to all interested. The remainder of the year Miss Fleet has spent in arranging schedules so next year's courses might be planned. Next year Miss Fleet is planning to begin Senior guidance early in the year and use the Youth Goes to War ' plan. Also in one of the classes she is planning a study of occupations both of which should prove very useful and interesting to the guidance pupils. AND BONDS 8B .............................................. 136.10 7 A . 103.70 4B................................... ‘ 99.40 IB.............................................. 56.35 8B _______________________________________________ 48.55 Total $5723.10 DIRECTIONS FOR REMODELLING OLD VERSE A comma or so, And a sinister row Of periods there in the middle, Might make it appear Rather subtle and queer And give it the air of a riddle. Italics are nice. So I’ll throw in a slice And leave off the capital letter; With a dash for suspense— If it doesn’t make sense. At least it may look a lot better. Page 20 THE HI-ROCK HISTORY OF WARRENSBURG SCHOOLS Although this region was covered with a thick pine forest broken only by lakes, streams and Indian trails, early settlers were attracted to come here because of the invigorating climate and the good drinking water. The first settler in this region was William Bond, who moved here in I 786 and settled on a tract of land bordering on Echo Lake, formerly called Bond's Pond. He passed away before the present town was formed. The immigration of Mr. Bond was quickly followed by the coming of other pioneers. Many of them came from the New England section to start life anew in this unpeopled wilderness. These early settlers had no sooner become located in their humble homes than they set about providing means for the education of their children. The school houses were built of logs taken from the forest. They were one room buildings having rough unpainted desks and a large wood stove in the center of the room. These schools often had fifty or sixty boys and girls in attendance during the winter months. The boys had to help with the farm work so the spring and fall terms had a much smaller enrollment. Under the most discouraging cir- cumstances in pioneer schools of this type were laid the founda- tions of education and character which enabled the growing youth to battle with life. During the years that followed, better school houses were erected about the township as soon as the people could afford them. These school houses in many instances sufficed also for some years as places for religious worship. In 1800 in the upper part of the present village there was but one building-—an old school house. This being the only school house within a radius of a number of miles, it was well attended. Select schools, as they were called, were maintained from early times. The parents of the children who attended these schools paid the teacher who was usually chosen because of his or her ability to teach the three R's. Next came the formation of the district school. One of these was built in the upper part of the village and at present is the house occupied by Earl Southwick. Pupils as far south as School Street attended this school. Another one was located across the river where Hugh Owens now lives. Pupils from the lower part of the village and those living on the south side of the river attended this one. Both schools were largely attended. In the fall of 1854 a portion of the academy was built at a cost of $4500. This was a two story structure built of stone. In order to finance the school a stock company was organized which became incorporated about 1857. The enroll- ment was from seventy-five to one hundred sixty pupils. However the district schools continued in session, as only those who were able to pay tuition could afford an Academy education. The first principal was Rev. Robert Clapp of Ches- tertown. The Academy did not. however, pay the Stock Com- pany too well, so in 1888 the Warrensburg Union Free School and Academy was organized by the consolidation of all the schools in the village. Fred N. Moulton was the first principal of this school. The school attendance increased so rapidly that they found it necessary to build an addition. This was built of wood on the south side of the main building. After the addi- tion of the wing the whole building boasted three class rooms on the main floor and four on the second floor. There were from thirty to fifty students registered in each of the first seven grades. The eighth grade and high school together en- rolled about sixty. Non-resident students came here from far and near, especially from the north and west of us. A small tuition was charged and this helped to defray expenses. There were few changes for the next few years. THE HI-ROCK Page 21 On December 7, 1897, Warrensburg Free School be- came a high school under the Regents. The trustees, being a progressive group, determined to maintain a thoroughly up- to-date first-class school, and increased the number of teachers employed to eleven. About this time the old Free School and Academy building proved too small to care for the ever in- creasing number ot children, so after much heated debating and voting it was finally decided to build the stone structure we now occupy. The frame part of the old building was sold and the stone part was torn down. While the present building was being built, classes were held in the Woodward block on the third floor for the inter- mediate grades. Morning sessions were held for the seventh and eighth grades and high school classes on the second floor of the Rist block, while the primary grades had afternoon sessions in the same room. The tirst grade was excused from classes entirely during this time. On March 5, 1900, the present school was opened. All classes including the first grade reported. Every child, pareri and teacher felt very proud. Everyone from far and near looked at the building and called it a beautiful structure. This building sufficed until about the time the districts were cen- tralized in 1938, although much thought had been given to erecting a new building for several years. When the schools were centralized all the rural schools of Warrensburg, two of Thurman and one of Caldwell were closed. Since then three more rural schools have closed. Pupils are transported by bus from each of these rural school districts to the Central school. Grades one through six are still taught in some rural schools and one teacher is in charge of each school. All of these schools are under the jurisdiction of the Warrensburg Central School. When pupils reach the seventh grade, they come to Warrensburg and enter Junior High School. Very soon after centralization, changes were made from the 8-4 plan to 6-3-3. This means that students graduate from Junior high at the end of the ninth year instead of the eighth grade or grammar school as heretofore, although preliminary certificates are still sent out from Albany upon the com- pletion of the eighth grade. The teaching staff has grown from eight in the eight grades and four in the high school to nine in the first six grades and sixteen in the junior-senior high school. Five teachers are also employed in the rural schools and belong to this school system. Thus has the staff grown in the last twenty years. In the early history of the high school, one had to earn an academic diploma in order to graduate. There was no choice of subjects offered except for a course in drawing and one in bookkeeping. There have been many changes in the last few years. Physical Education played a prominent place in our curricu- lum during World War I and for several years after. During that time a full time instructor was hired. As time passed by, less attention was given since we did not have the facilities to carry on and there was no place to care for the larger groups of children. This of course has been a great handicap since extra-curricular activities always help to build good school spirit. In the year 1930 a commercial department was added to our school. This has been worth all the extra cost, and the town folk as well as the students consider it a most worth while course. Music has always afforded pleasure to many students. In the Union school days Miss Lila Herrick gave instruction in song singing, and a few learned to sing by note as it was called at that time. Music has been taught each year to some extent. In recent years the music department was divided into instrumental and vocal sections. However, one teacher had charge of both for several years. A few years ago a band class was organized under the direction of R. R. Price. Under his skillful teaching, they made great progress and quite a name for themselves. Band mem- bers change from time to time but this grand work is being continued from year to year. An orchestra was also organized several years ago. Both of these have a large following. Nearly every child with musical talent has joined one or the other. A few belong to both. The vocal music classes are divided into a Boys Glee Club and a Girls Glee Club. Many boys and girls avail them- selves of the opportunity to spend a period each week in music class learning new songs. Some of these songs are sung at Commencement and at other public gatherings. In 1936 an Industrial Arts Instructor was hired. This course is compulsory for the junior high school boys. How- ever, in senior high school the course is optional. This has been a very popular as well as a practical study. In 1939 a Home Economics department was added to the curriculum. This course was made compulsory for junior high school girls. The senior high girls were allowed to choose their subjects. Again this course has given much pleasure, yet at the same time has taught the girls many lessons that can be used in their daily lives long years after their school days are over. Meantime all the old academic courses are taught. Many still prefer these, especially those who plan to enter college. Surely opportunities are much greater for boys and girls 'oc.'ay than they were in the early school days. Warrensburg Central School has gone a long way since 1900. Due to the crowded conditions in the main building sev- eral years ago the Board of Education hired the Odd Fellows Hall for school purposes. Six of the primary and intermediate classes are now held there. If one should visit these class rooms and note the conditions, poor lighting, poor ventilation, etc., they would readily understand why people in 1938 after many discussions pro and con finally decided to build a new school house. Under the careful guidance of Mr. Nathan Gifford, Supervising Principal, the new building is nearing completion, although many priorities had to be obtained to do so. This new building is built of brick and is outstanding in appearance. It is sure to place Warrensburg among the pro- gressive villages of this section. From the early days of the Warrensburg Union School until the present day, school has opened at 8:45. Two bells, fifteen minutes apart, have called students and teachers to their duties. This ringing will be missed by many, since the bell system will not follow us to our new building. Mr. Nathan Gifford will be the first Supervising Princi- pal of the new school. He has proved himself a very capable administrator in the past, so we look forward to the same guidance in the future. I am wishing him, his staff of teachers, and the students much happiness and prosperity in our new building. Now, we are about to say Good-bye to the many good times and happy days we had in what we shall call the old stone school house on School Street. Some of us will carry happy memories which we will always cherish. Others will leave without a thought. May Warrensburg Central School make a name for it- self in the history of the future. This is the wish of one who holds all of you as most dear friends. Anna W. Frost Page 22 THE HI-ROCK JLitrraij) Brpartmrnt A Battle's Experience The lour young men standing in the small foxhole sud- denly threw themselves face down. Immediately there arose the shrill whining sound of a descending shell. Louder and louder it grew; then with a dull thud exploded. The battlefield was strangely quiet. The only sound was a young bird chirping away upon a dead trunlt of a tree. Slowly a form covered with dirt arose from the foxhole, looked cautiously around, and extracted himself from the debris. To himself he exclaimed. Bill, old boy, you've got to hold the fort all by yourself.' Fortunately the machine gun had just been knocked over, so restoring it to its original position, Bill sat down to await the anticipated attacks. As he sat there his thoughts wandered back home. He remembered vividly the night he had gone to the movies with Mary. Now it looked as if he would not see Mary or the movies again. He remembered the last farewell of his mother and father. They had been so unhappy, yet to bolster up his hopes they had joked with him until he had gotten on the train. The shrill whine of a bullet cut short Bill's reminiscing. Here they come, he thought. As the first line of grey clad men topped the small rise, the machine gun spoke, a speech the Germans had come to respect. The wave broke, ebbed back, then came on again as new men arrived. After three un- successful. attempts to storm the pit, the Germans fell back, leaving the immediate vicinity in peace. Bill noted, however, that tne battle was still continuing. Gradually the sounds of it grew fainter and Bill, worn out. fell into a semi-doze. About midnight, Bill was awakened by the strange language of nearby men. He was about to hail them when he realized that the men were Germans. How did they dare to venture so close? Why were they talking so loudly near the Allied lines? Where were the Allied lines? These thoughts raced through Bill's mind as he watched the evident concern of the Germans. Why had they not killed him? Bitterly he cursed himself for falling asleep. Gradually the probable answer came into his mind. During the night the Germans must have attacked, forcing the line of battle far to his rear. Also they had evidently viewed the wreakage the shell had caused and turning over several dead bodies, supposed the others to be dead. Bill softly and quietly drew from his belt a grenade, pulled the pin, and threw it into the middle of the enemy. Then hastily, grabbing his rifle, he slipped out of the trench and began his journey back to his own lines. Now ordinarily a young man could have made the trip in twelve hours but with enemies all around it took Bill two days. During this time he slept in the day and continued his journey at night. On the evening of the second day he reached the battle line. Directly in his path was a group of Germans eating supper. As Bill lay watching them he noticed that the leader had a stack of papers on his desk which looked like maps and plans of battle. These, thought Bill, he must have. Cold steel silenced the sentry as Bill crept toward the camp. Suddenly a voice hailed him from the darkness, com- manding him to stop. The Germans were smart all right plac- ing two sentrys one behind the other. The wary sentry raised the alarm which turned the guard of the tents out. Bill picked up a rock, threw it into the brush a bit to his right and waited. The Germans advanced cautiously toward the sound. After the Germans left the camp Bill raced for the table. The papers— but no. the leader had taken them with him. What a spot! Suddenly from one of the largest tents a man walked buckling on his gun. Bill hugged the ground. The man passed and Bill crept to the tent door. Inside, evidently was a big meeting for much gold braid was in evidence. Bill, smiling drew out a grenade and stepped into the tent. Covering the occupants he seized the documents, released the grenade and ran. The entire tent blew up, but in crossing the level land Bill was hit by a German sniper. However, it was only a shoulder wound so without further ado, Bill honorably retreated to his own lines. —Nelson Meader The Chance of A Lifetime and How It Ended Stealthily Bobby opened his window and still more stealthily he climbed out. Down the ivy he started. Just what was Bobby Johnson doing climbing down the side of his house at 9:00 on a Saturday night in summer? Well. Bobby Johnson, a ten-year old boy, was about the most dissatisfied child I ve heard of. He lived in an old stone house on the Main Street in Homeville. a normal little Amer- ican town, with his mother, father and five sisters. So you see. he had a reason for being dissatisfied. What little boy with five sisters wouldn't be? He had nobody to play with. His mother didn't want him to play with those rough-necks'' down the street. If he played with his sisters, the fellows called him a sissy. The Johnson house had just been redecorated, so Bobby couldn t have any pets. He couldn t even have the fellows in for a bull-session'' once in a while. One day Bobby said to himself, If I can t do anything ai all that I want here. I m going to go some place that I can! He couldn't exactly decide what to do, but one night after he had gone to bed, at 8:00. he suddenly sat up straight and said aloud. I'm going to run away! He laid his plans carefully. He would take a little food each day and hide it. until he had enough to last a few days. Then, when he had enough, one dark night he would climb out his window and make his escape. And that is what we find him doing now. Each day he had followed his plan till he had quite a store of food. He had almost decided to leave the next night. Thursday, when he happened to think that he had no money. If he waited until Saturday, he would have his allowance anj this would give him a greater advantage. THE HI-ROCK Page 23 At last Saturday night had come. Bobby's mother and father were having a party that evening, so as soon as he was sent to bed, Bobby began to make his preparations. He got his food and put it in a bag; put his money in his pocket and took one last look around. I hen he almost took off his clothes and went to bed as good boys should. He did waver a little and decided to leave a note. He found a small piece of paper and began to write, I'm going some place where I can have a dog and some boy-friends.” Now we find Bobby climbing down the ivy outside his window. One step—two steps—three steps. Will I never reach the bottom? Whoops! I almost fell that time. I mustn't do that; they would hear me and I'd have to stay here. Nine steps—ten steps. I must hurry—I must—I must! It I take much longer. I'll be caught. Suddenly as he was thinking this, his hand slipped! It was rather hard hanging on to the vine and the bag, too. He tried desperately to hang on, but he was help- less. His other hand slipped, and down he went! His parents and the guests came running when they heard his scream and found him lying still and white. They grasped the situation quickly and carried him into the house. His mother ran to Bobby's room to get a blanket and saw the note on his dresser. She was very touched by his wish for a dog and friends. Then and there she promised herself to be belter to her only boy. —Julie Rounds Inside The Fortress There were solemn looks on the young pilots' faces, as they filed out of the ready room” onto the field, where their big, beautiful B 17 E's were warming up, getting ready for the 'take off. Tough assignment today, eh, Harry?” remarked Squadron Captain Jimmy Smith, as he strapped himself into the pilots’ seat, right next to his buddy's. Yeah, we're going to see a lot of fireworks before we hit the old cot tonight,” replied the young co-pilot. Jimmy slowly pulled the throttles out, and the big plane rolled down the field, and climbed far into the foggy sky, on its way to hit the objective hard. Gee, I wonder what mom is doing now?'' exclaimed Harry, wishing this war were over and he at home again. Probably getting ready to go shopping with my mother, answered the captain. This conversation was interrupted by a quick message from the rear gunner who shouted over the telephone. Fifteen enemy Focke-Wolf’s coming in fast!” Man battle stations!” cried the captain to his plane and !o the others in the formation. In a flash the fortresses were ready for the foe. and the reply of the different crews was not in words, but from the sharp repor-i of machine gun fire, as they opened up” on the enemy. Simultaneously, when the guns began spouting their deadly hail of tracer bullets, twenty millemeter shells began dropping through the cabin in Jimmy's fortress, damaging the interior, but fortunately not injuring the men or vital equip- ment. How many did we get?' asked Jimmy to the pilots of the different squadrons as soon as the enemy planes departed at a rightful speed. The nilot of the last plane, who watched them fall onto the once free fields of Belgium, reported six were shot down and four were damaged. Almost as quickly as this episode had started it had ended, and soon the monotonous drone of the motors re- assured the crews that they soon would see the target. Gosh. I wonder if Alice is still being bothered by the 4F salesman? If only I were back home. I’d soon have him un- fit for class I0Z,” said the co-pilot in a vengeful tone. Jimmy answered in a soothing voice, Now. I wouldn't worry about her, because if I know Alice, she can take care of herself very well.” We re getting quite close to the target, captain! So keep your eyes peeled for danger, exclaimed the navigator. All set with your bombsight. sergeant?” remarked the watchful pilot. Hold on! We're going upstairs!” shouted the pilot to the crews. Soon the planes leveled off at thirty thousand feet, and immediately continued quickly along. Then the bombardier phoned the pilot and calmly said, I'm ready to take over, sir. O. K. What do I do?” came the quick reply from the squadron leader. Commence diving at a forty-seven degree angle—hold her at that angle—bombay doors open! These were the first commands, and as Harry finished pushing the button which released the huge doors, the most important command was issued. Release bombs! There was a piercing whistling sound as the deadly blockbusters raced toward the target. It was a most important target, for there, below the mighty fortresses were the brist- ling factories of Berlin. Then there was a series of earsplitting explosions as the mighty weapons came to life and delivered their loud and important message. Silence reigned on the return trip as all thoughts were turned to those loved ones of the crews. —Ralph Foster An English Girl's School Day Some time ago several boys and girls from our school began a correspondence with boys and girls in other countries. Among these was Dorothy Brooks, who has been writing for two years to a girl in England. Below is a letter written to Dorothy and the others of her class telling about an average school day in England: To my friends of Warrensburg— MY DAY My average day I'm afraid doesn't make very interest- ing reading, but I will endeavor to portray a real picture—one typical of many girls my age today. So having prepared you for this very ordinary narrative I will begin—naturally enough —at the beginning of my day. when first I greet the morn. It is 7:30 A. M. and time to rise, so rather reluctantly I spring out of bed, pull back the heavy black-out curtains, bathe in my 5 inches of water— which is one way of saving fuel and water—and dress speedily. I then make a cup of tea for my mother who has a hard day's work ahead of her—she does part-time work, as thousands of others do. in a munition plant. After breakfasting of National Bread, a very small ration of butter, and the inevitable English cup of tea. I put out the salvage, kiss my mother and sister goodbye, and start out, books, satchel, bicycle and all for school. Much to my pleasure I meet the post-woman at the gate who hands me two letters. I stuff them in my pocket and set off for school, which is only a little more than a mile away: I cycle past the old familiar places, and finally come to the crossroads, one road of which leads to my home. London, and all that I loved, and is no more. The roads are minus private cars, and now convoys of army trucks and America's own Jeeps stream along the roads. But here I am almost at school, which is a tall white- stone house, with a lonq gravel path and tennis court, looking so pre-war and peaceful, but as I near it. the netted anti-blast windows come into view; the anti-blast wall seems oddly out Page 24 THE HI-ROCK of place, and the gas detector mars the beauty of the lawn. But what is this compared with sights of other schools? In Russia, China, and in England itself many schools are now no more, and my own dear school in London is just a heap of bricks and rubble, but my mind is wandering and I must come back to the present. I hurry into the cloakroom, shed my beret and blazer and hurry into the hall for prayers and notices. I take my place in the long rows of girls, approximately 300 duplicates or my- self—tunics, blouses, ties, and all. Very dull it must sound, to you young Americans, but then again very typical of England. Prayers having been said, near and dear relatives having been prayed for, the day's events—if any—having been read, the usual polite greetings having been exchanged, our begowned head-mistress takes her graceful exit, and we file out, into our various form-rooms. Our forn-meeting then takes place. Red Cross money, savings stamps etc., having been dealt with, we journey to our first lesson. Owing to our school being so over- crowded, we use an old deserted building for our lessons. Al- though it is dark and very cold in winter, nobody grumbles, because we know that we are comparatively lucky. Having waded through the various Theorems of Pythagoras and the mysteries of I rigonometry, we drift mechanically into the next lesson, which is on the English classics and Literature, and so on until break, when I seize an opportunity to read my letters. The first is from my father in the R.A.F. whom I learn is well, and very busy flying. The second is from my cousin newly ar- rived in Algiers, who is well, very sunburned and anxious to get in the fighting. I sigh a little after reading the letters and try to settle down to lessons once again, reminding myself that I have to sit for a public examination quite soon and must study hard or swot as we say. Lunch time comes at last, and I cycle home and swiftly dine from a small ration of meat and other vegetable concoctions. It is the night for our Girls Training Corps to meet so I have to change into my uniform—navy skirt, tie, white blouse, and navy forrage cap and once more bid my mother good-bye and return to school—more eagerly this time— decked with hockey stick, boots and all. We play a match which is a swift hard battle, and ends in a draw. After play- ing, fresh energy seems to have been made, and we all chat- ter, laugh and hurry back to school to chemistry, and then more subdued to hear a lecture given by a Russian woman on her country. This dynamic woman addresses the hushed audience, and we sit intrigued in her powers of narrating, and I myself am fired with Revolutionary ideas for improving school and society. Many questions are asked her, and I, rather timidly at first, ask her questions and then put at ease, discuss several queries with her and enjoy myself immensely. But our discussion is rudely interrupted by the familiar wail of the siren, and we all file out to the shelters, where we carry on with our discussion. The air-raid is without incidents apart from local gun-fire and distant bombs. We cheer lustily when the all-clear sounds, and make our way to our various homes. Our G. T. C. meetings take place in the school building, and all girls are eligible from fifteen to seventeen or eighteen, if for some reason they are exempt from military service or war-work. We have canteen first, and tea and cakes can be bought very cheaply. At 4:30 P. M. sharp we get on parade, have prayers, and hear several notices about the present meet ing. We then separate into companies under N.C.O.'s and put forward suggestions for future meetings. We are told that it has been arranged for us to do farm work soon for five or six weeks, to assist the farmers: we are all very enthusiastic and look forward to it. We then have our weekly morse lessons and send messages to each other. Our Sergeant Major then arrives, and gives us a stiff drilling, and we go for a five mile route march. We certainly are relieved when we return to our head- quarters for an Aircraft Recognition Lecture qiven by a boy in the Air Training Corps—our rival corps. We learn with horror that we have a big exam next week on what we have learned and I mentally note to brush up my little knowledge of Aircraft. The meeting ends with another parade and dismissal, taking the salute. At this point in every meeting I always get a queer, proud feeling at belonging to a very primitive service, bui one with such true aims of remaking the better world of tomorrow. But I suppose I'm just a little too sentimental. I linger a little while to chat with friends, but suddenly re- member my homework, and hurry home. I shut myself away in my den. and attempt to solve the mysteries of Algebra anJ French grammar, but do so with the aid of Glen Miller's band. Gradually I lose myself in a sea of dreams, of what my re- latives dotted all over the globe are doing, if they are safe, of my friends I have not seen for three years and if they have forgotten me. Also what you boys and gills in America are doing, and if you differ a groat deal from us, sometimes envy- ing you and your lives, but for all tha, I love my country an J what yours and mine both stand for. And a: I make my way wearily to bed, I dream of the time when vra. and sufferings are over throughout the world, and peace is once more re stored ,and men can sleep undisturbed. But until that day, we will continue to live our war-distorted lives and thank God for what we have, and pray for courage, and so on to VICTORY. Sylvia Thomas'' Lost 1931—A happy wave of excitement rippled through the crowd. The prizes were to be given out now. Mothers' faces brightened: children leaned forward. They waited eagerly, triumphantly confident. Breath-taking silence—the President was awarding the prizes: Mr. dames Brown—first prize in sciences. The crowd clapped acknowledgingly. Miss Sydney Granier—first prize in high school art. A young girl arose from among the graduates. An ill-fitting, flimsy dress draped her slender figure like a weeping willow. She was poor; she must have struggled to attain this night. The President had a soft spot deep in his heart. Keep this for Good Luck, he whispered. Always, he added. Into her hand he dropped a shiny ten-dollar gold piece. The crowd politely clapped. 1935—It was just like any art museum in any big city. Today as the dark cars drove up to the long, white buildinq, there was success in the air. Fifteen young people felt it especially. Fifteen young art students who had attained the highest honor of Brette Art College—displaying their master- pieces in the Art Museum. Among these fifteen, th-ee were awarded prizes. Mr. John A. Grafield won first honors with his Mountain Brook : Miss Sydney Granier, second, for her Onward,' and Mr. Samuel Dugritzi third for his Inspira- tion.” 1937—The Honorable Sir Nelson Bronte, noted visitor from London was entertained at several parties given in his honor. Sir Bronte honored the society of Atlanta by his attendance at the weekly Social Dance held at the Rainbow Hotel. While in Atlanta his portrait was done by the rising young artist, Miss Sydney Granier. Miss Granier s work was very popular with the Atlanta society. 1940—Mr. and Mrs. Richard J. Bendit, recently mar- ried in Atlanta, spent a few weeks in New York City. Richard Bendit is the son of John R. Bendit, Steel King. Mrs. Bendit was the former Miss Sydney Granier, well-known young artist. 1942— The funeral of John R. Bendit, owner of Universal Steel Company, was held yesterday. Many prominent persons in business and society attended. Richard J. Bendit, only son of the well-known man, was the heir to the Bendit fortune. 1943— Lost Ad: Lost within last two weeks—ten-dollar gold piece on gold chain. Dated 1931. Lost somewhere in City or vicinity. Reward raised to $1,000. Box J3 101.- —Anne O'Connor THE HI-ROCK SERVICEMEN Page 25 Our art classes have made great progress this year under the supervision of Mrs. Edward Lipowicz. The seventh and eighth grades both had large art classes. In Representation I there were six members who continued on into Design I. There was only one pupil in Representation II and Design II. Me- chanical Drawing is entirely made up of boys this year. The seventh grac'o have done soap carving which turned out very well in most cases except for a few broken legs or arms on their carvings. One of the main projects of the year was the drawing of large pictures in chalk. Some of these were displayed on the ar, bulletin boards in the lower hall. The seventh grade ended the year with portraits of girls done in crayon on wallpaper. The eighth grade started the year by learning perspec- tive. This was followed by Christmas cards made by linoleum block print. Then they cut out designs and stenciled them on regular wallpaper. In spite of a few casualties of cut fingers, ,hc project turned out very well. They ended the year by doing crafts such as wooJc.i bracelets, rings, trays, dishes and candle stick holders. Aside from the required problem in Representation I and Design I, leather wallets were made by this class. At Christmas, thev made either large winter scenes or Christmas scenes in chalk. They have also made posters for various events. The one lone pupil of Representation II and Design II this year is still the lone wolf. In Representation II photographs and pictures were done in the mediums, pencil and also pen and ink. Designing silverware, a magazine cover, posters and costumes were all completed in Design II. Silk screening was also tried. Leathei work was the only craft project in this class. Oil painting occupied two weeks around Christmas time. The art work in the grades which is the regular pictures and holiday projects was very well done this year. As the art course continues year after year, the children are coming to look upon it as fun and not as a terrible task which must be done under the teacher's watchful eye. They have found that encouragement instead of rebuke is given them by our gracious teacher. We are all very sorry to lose Mrs. Lipowicz this year, but with the memory of the fun and encouragement she gave us, we all wish her much happiness and success in her new occupation. Martha Rhodes '44 Chance to Stock Up A salesman, driving through a remote section of a distant state, stopped at a crude service station for some gasoline. By wav of making conversation with the attendant, he said: Great job General MacArthur is doing over there in the Pacific, isn’t it? Who’s MacArthur? drawled the slow-moving attendant. T’Why, he's the fellow who’s leading our forces that are whipping the Japs! What’s he whipping them about? Oh, never mind! Just give me twenty gallons of gas and two full sets of new tires. Throughout the year in previous editions of the HI- ROCK, we have listed many names of former students who are now in the services of Uncle Sam. The purpose of this honor roll is to give our readers a list of names and the addresses of boys to whom they may like to write. We all know how important a letter from home is to a soldier. No matter how unimportant your news may sound to you it is interesting to him nevertheless. News of in- cidents and people at home is of the most importance to the morale of our boys. So don’t disappoint them. Write and write often. ARMY and NAVY: Pvt. Richard J. May, A.S.N. 32855626, 710th Training Group. Atlantic City, New Jersey: Pvt. Austin Perry, Co. A 749 Tank Bn. (M), Camp Bowie, Texas; Pvt. Thomas Harring- ton. No. 32851347 Btry C , 13th Bn Bldg 1218, Fort Eustis, Va.: James Alger S 2c, Unit L 12 O.G.V.. Upper U. S. N. SS.. Sampson, N. Y.; Pvt. Fred Hall, Co ”D 303 Md. Bn., APO No. 78, Camp Butner, N. C.: Pvt. Milford Gates, A2 MRTC Bks. 1422, Camp Pickitt, Va.; CpI. Ray Haskell, Co. C 749 tk Bn (M), Camp Bowie, Texas; Pvt. Arnold Burch, 91 Signal Co., APO 91 Bks., Camp White, Oregon; P.F.C. Charles Parker, 2nd P, Walabird O.M.D., Baltimore, Md. EXCHANGES Warrensburg Central School Warrensburg, New York May 21, 1943 Fellow Exchange-Editors, Because this is the last issue of the HI-ROCK for this year, 1942-1943, we want to thank all the schools who have sent their papers to us. Your cooperation in criticizing our paper has been very valuable to us, as we have been able to correct our mistakes by your suggestions. Throughout the year we have noticed a great improvement in your papers. We are looking forward to exchanging with you next year and we hope the cooperation will be as good as it has been this year. Best wishes Miriam E. Reynolds '43 Scarlet and White— Your editorials and features are very interesting. We think your cover is swell. Echo— The school news section appealed to us. The stories in the literature section were grand. Lake George Prospect— Your paper is very neat. The poem There Go The Seniors is very original. Your sport section was great! How about another staple? South Hi-Lites— The section on education is good. Oh! What a swell page on posture. Cardinal— We all thought your sports section was dandy. Your story Lost on a Cloud, was very fascinating. Warrior— Your articles on spring are very clever. The ideas in the article, Study Hall were grand and should produce results. LET IT GO Anne: Did you hear the story about the red hot coal? Stan: No. Anne: I don't think you would grasp it. Page 26 THE HI-ROCK JWustc Department GLEE CLUB We had a separate girls' and boys' choir for the first part of the year, each meeting once a weelt. The two groups merged at Christmas to give a group of songs for the annual Christmas proram. The two groups sang together Go Tell It on the Mountains, a Negro Spiritual, and We Wish You a Merry Christmas, arranged by Beatrice and Max Krone. The girls' choir sang The Holly and the Ivy, an old English carol, Beautiful Saviour —Crusader's Hymn, and Ail My Heart This Night Rejoices.” The concert ended with the mixed choir singing The Hallelujah Chorus from The Messiah by Handel with Miss Mary Somerville accompanying. Since January the boys have worked on songs for four- part male voices. Some of them are Celtic Hymn —Roberton, Hoodah Day —old sea chanty. OF Man River —Kern, Homing —Del Riego, and The Road to Mandalay —Oley Speaks. Songs learned by the mixed choir are Hospitality Rune. A Violin is Singing in the Street, Madame Jeanette, As Torrents in Summer, and Little Duckling in the Meadow. Unison songs that the choir have learned and enjoyed singing are Marine s Hymn, U. S. Field Artillery Song, Coast Guard Song, Anchors Aweight, Army Air Corps Song, Song of the Signal Corp, Song of the Infantry, Ev'rybody every Pay Day, and Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition. The personnel of the Glee Club: Sopranos: Josephine Aiken, Margaret Burgess. Althea Me Elroy, Valetta Combs, Dorothy Wadsworth, Betty Straight, Shirley Smith, Betty Baker, Aileen Ovitt, Elda Bennett, Betty Foster, Dorothy Swan, Verna Combs, Hazel Duell, Ruth Pasco, Louise Sprague, Norma Wallace, Marcia Spraque Charlotte Stockwell. Altos: Marie Rhodes. Ruth Jordan, Alice Gates, Iva Mosher, Bertha Harrington, Sally O'Connor, Doris Brown, Barbara Sprague, Dorothy Stone. Florence Reynolds, Barbara Filsinger. Margaret Stone, Martha Rhodes, Janice Burt, Jo- anne Sallans, Louella Wood, Ann O'Connor. Tenors: Stanley Noble, Robert Jones, Robert Knipe, Robert Goodrich. Basses: Donald Brown, Henry Keith, Nelson Meader, Robert Barlow, Douglas Wilsey. MUSIC MAESTROS GO TO WAR We are all familiar with the dozens of big-name band leaders who have voluntarily given up their large personal in- comes as citizens to lead one of the Service orchestras, or to do their share in some other branch of the Armed Forces. Men like Wayne King who is now in the Navy: Rudy Vallee in the Coast Guard: Ted Weems with the Merchant Marine: Dick Jurgens in the Army: Phil Harris in the Merchant Marine: Buddy Clark, Orrin Tucker, Claude Thornhill, Clyde McCoy, Sam Donahue. Artie Shaw and Emery Deutsch, all of whom are in the Navy: Glenn Miller in the Army: Dick Stabile in the Coast Guard: and dozens of others, have all gone to war for Uncle Sam, and have left other leaders, who are out of the Service for sundry good reasons, to do their morale work on the home-front. BAND NEWS The Band has been steadily improving this year. We have a few more members who were needed badly. We didn't have any public appearances because there were no basketball games this year. Some of the pieces we have been learning are Valse Triste, Army Air Corps. King John, Amphion, Naval Re- serve March, In a Persian Market, American Youth, Silver Cord, Liberty Bell, Trapelo, Cossack Invocation and Dance, Scene from the Sierras, Agnus Dei, De Molay Commander- ly. Manhattan Beach, Blue Ribbon, Repasz Band, and marches from the Harold Bennett Band Book. The Band personel: Clarinets—Josephine Aiken, Norma Wallace, Betty Fos- ter, Mary Menshausen, Ann O Connor, Harry Stockwell, Ger- trude Brown, Helen Montena, Bertha Harrington. Trumpets—Robert Goodrich. Eugene Kelly. Bill Maltbie, Fred Meader, George Pratt, Leslie Olden. French horns—Martha Rhodes, Sally O'Connor, Paul Meader. Saxophones—Janice Burt, Bill Quinlan, Betty Straight, Golda Jordan. Flute—Edna Williams. Oboe—Joyce Stone. Basses—Robert Barlow, Archie Fuller. Trombone—Douglas Stone. Drums—Albert Ruiz, Gene Magee, Dolores Hewitt, Marie Rhodes. Orchestra The personnel of the orchestra: Clarinets—Josephine Aiken, Betty Foster. Flute—Edna Williams. Drums—Albert Ruiz. Trombone—Douglas Stone. Piano—Barbara Filsinger. Violins—lone Wood, June Wood, Marie Rhodes, Roger Greer, Pauline La Fond. Harold Montena, Reginald Needham, Rex Stone. French horns—Paul Meader, Sally O'Connor, Martha Rhodes. Trumpets—Robert Goodrich, Fred Meader. THE ULTIMATE MUSICAL CHOICE If you were assured by your physician that you had only 24 more hours to live and you were given the opportunity to hear just one piece of music, what would you select? Miss Fleet.................................Meditation Sally O Connor........................Stormy Weather Robert Barlow...............Alexander’s Ragtime Band Miss Brown..............It Makes No Difference Now Martha Rhodes.....................................JJm Verna Combs , , . Coming in on a Wing and a Prayer Miss Semerad............Keep the H - - - Fires Burning Mildred Cleveland........................Gobs of Love Mrs. Farrar .... Coming in on a Wing and a Prayer Ruth Pasco . , . . .....Open Up those Pearly Gates Josephine Aiken ........................... Blue Eyes Karl Irish.......................For Me and My Gal THE HI-ROCK Page 27 SINCE HITLER MARCHED INTO POLAND Chamberlain said, I'm Bidin' My Time. Hitler looked at Poland thought Embraceable You. He marched; for Chamberlain it was My Future Just Passed. Italy, Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea, chose the devil. Out of Nowhere came Churchill. Night and Day English fac- tories hummed. But at Dunkerque it looked like The Last Round-up. However, Roosevelt told Churchill, Everything I've Sot Be- longs to You. Our statesman went Flying Down to Rio.” The theme was Let's Fall in Love —and it was Pan American solidarity. Hitler gazed at other countries and sighed, After All, You re All I’m After. Mussolini cried, Don t Blame Me. Stalin's suddenly broken pact made the world murmur, You re An Old Smoothie. Stalin said, We ll Rise n Shine. England and Russia were Alone Together. Japan's agents pleaded peace with It's Fun to Be Fooled, Without a Word of Warning; Pearl Harbor and The Moon was Yellow. F. D. R. s declaration of war was the signal to Stand Up and Cheer. Americans told him, You're the Tops and The Object of My Affection. Isolationists yelled. No, No, a Thousand Times No. Roosevelt answered. I'm Shooting High and the Axis is Building Up to An Awful Letdown. Wake Island defiantly sang, Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf. Midway—and the Japs Got the Jitters. The tide turned in the Solomons and armchair generals chorused, You Didn't Have to Tell Me. I Knew it All the Time. Disaster in Russia and Hitler cried. You're Driving Me Crazy. News of Rommel's rout was a Cheerful Little Earful. The North African coup Overnight was the buzzer to Get Happy. Now Mussolini sadly observes, Why Was I Born? Hitler finds The Thrill Is Gone. Hirolito has Stormy Weather. The Allies, though, with Hands Across the Table, once more feel Life Is a Song and will continue Marching Along Together until the time When Johnny Comes March- ing Home.” (From Horace Heit’s Treasurer Chest) Sports When school started last fall, the two main activities in a sports line were bowling and physical education classes. Our former coach, Mr. Swan, had worked out a schedule so that each class had at least one period a week at the Recreation Field. The first thing each class had to do was learn many military terms. Each day approximately 20 minutes was devoted to games such as basketball, volley ball and many different kinds of races. When cold weather set in, our physi- cal training was abandoned but hope was not given up. It was expected that the new gym would be available but as the time passed, the whole matter was dropped, and now we are looking forward to being able to use the gym in September. Last fall our school was represented in the Bowling League by four teams: Warrensburg School Boys, Men’s Faculty Team, the Brain Twisters and the Odds 'n Ends. The Brain Twisters and the Odds n Ends made up of the women from the faculty. The Brain Twisters started out at the head of the women’s league but gradually dropped, coming out in second place. The Odds n Ends were not quite as successful but had fully as much fun. Due to the gas rationing, the men's league broke up and was reorganized again in January. When the teams were formed again, our two terms were scattered about leaving no team representing the school. Our winter sports were very few and far between in school this winter. Every one gave up skiing and skating and occupied the time with snowball fights. There were a few skating parties and a few sleighing parties but that was about all that was taken from this year’s snowy weather. When spring gradually arrived, chances of our having a baseball team looked quite slim. But as everyone knows. Mr. Gifford and Mr. Niles came to our rescue by giving up their time to train our team. The personnel of the team consists of 14 boys: Bob Venton, Bob Goodrich, Doug Wilsey, Karl Irish, Gene Kelly, Dnald Wallace, Dick Lewis, Ed Howe. Don Howe Vernon Barrett, Bob Knipe Ed Frye, Len Harrington and Don Brown. Bob Knipe has been doing very well as our pitcher. The games have been played with Horicon, Lake George. Lake Luzerne, Chestertown and Schroon Lake. Thus endeth our sports for this year, but next year in our new building, v e will have a much different story to tell. New Coach Raymond W. Miller, former coach of Alfred-Almond Central School, has been selected for our new coach. He is a graduate of Ithaca College and has taught six years at Alfred- Almond. During the period spent at Ifred-Almond, he turned out many winning basketball teams. Of course even if he coached winning teams there, that does not mean he will be able to do the same thing here. We must all keep in mind that our high school boys have had little practice and experience in the basketball field. The lower grade students have had no ex- perience at all. When Mr. Miller arrives here, we hope tha+ within one year he can at least bring us up above the middle of the league. I am sure that to have our basketball team im- prove. we all realize that it will take a great deal of coopera- tion and work. Next fall when basketball season starts let’s see all you boys out practicing to make our team stand out above the rest in the league. I know that every boy and girl in this school will be looking forward to the first basketball game next fall. On behalf of the students of Warrensburg Central School, I wish to extend our best wishes for success in the year to come, to our new coach, Mr. Miller. Josephine Aiken 44 DID YOU KNOW THAT— Six-A has trouble keeping their feet still when rehearsals are going on in Study Hall. Miss Roberts can play the piano. Not one Freshman is in our Band. The ceiling in the band room is too low for Mr. Niles when he is directing the Band. Miss Cassidy is an expert dancer. The pianos need tuning badly. Miss Brown can play the baritone, trombone, and trumpet, and she can manage the scale on the violin and piano. Miss Semerad can't. If you don’l want to be marked late or absent in Band, you should get pull with the attendance takers. Page 28 THE HI-ROCK Alumni iiotrs In the first and second issues of our school paper, the HI-ROCK. I summarized what the class of 1942 and 1941 were doing or had been doing since they left school. Joseph Armer, a member of the class of 1942, was the only one in the armed forces when the first issue was printed. Now there are two other boys from the same class who have joined, Thomas Har rington and Richard May. Every girl from this class had worked except Lorraine Perry but now she is working in Schenectady. When the second issue went to press, there were three boys of the class of 41 who had joined up with Uncle Sam. Daniel Hewitt, Walter Grinnell and James Alger. Since that time Arthur Stone and Kenneth Johnson have been called. All the girls from this class are either working in offices, married or going to college. To make the last issue of our school poper for this semester a little more interesting and more complete. I’ve de- cided to give the name of each student from the class of 1940, their address and a little paragraph telling what has been occupying their time for the last three years. Jasmine Hull Ithaca College Ithaca. New York Valedictorian and most valuable student of the class of 1940—now studying to become a music teacher. Jasmine, we all know you will be a success, as we have heard you sing as well as play. We wish you the best of luck. Doris Reynolds Middleton 5 Commercial Avenue Warrensburg. New York Salutatorian—now the mother of a few weeks old baby girl, named Karen Lynn. She was married the following Jan- uary after graduation. We know you will make a good mother, os you were a strong hold in your class. Eleanor Pratt Samaritan Hospital Troy, New York The only girl of her class to take a post-graduate course —now a member of the student nursing class which graduates in 1945. Emily Reynolds Hudson City Hospital Hudson, New York Has been in training for two years. Emily, when you graduate, we all know you will prove to be one of the best nurses. We felt sure of this because of your successful high school career. Ruby Russell Thurman. New York A very bashful homelike girl. Since graduation she has been working part of the time in the Warrensburg Shirt Fac- tory. To you, Ruby, the best of wishes and we hope you always keep the home fires burning. Marian Huntington Plattsburg State Teachers College Plattsburg, New York Was at Potsdam one year, then transferred to Platts- burg where she is taking a course in Home Economics. We wonder, Marian—is it for teaching or-—for Ken? Pvt. Arnold Hayes Service Btry. 307th F. A. Bn. A. P. O. No. 78 Camp Butner, North Carolina Has been with the forces for about three months. You’re doing fine. Arnold; keep it up. S Sgt Laurence Cleveland Drew Field Tampa. Florida Has been in the forces for three years; married in Jan- uary '42. According to reports, Laurence is an expert on Army food—those who realiy knew him are not surprised. Mildred Fuller Burch Warrensburg, New York Has been married for two years. From your experience in training in Home Economics, we feel sure you have sue ceeded as a housewife. Sgt. Guy A. McElroy 39th Signal Co. Camp Gordon. Georgia A.P.O. 26 Has been with Uncle Sam for three years, now waiting the call for Officers' Candidate School. Helen Padrock River Street Warrensburg, New York Has been employed in the Warrensburg Shirt Shop and in office work in New York since graduation. As this book goes to press we hear that Helen has applied for admittance to the WAVES. We hope you are accepted. Pfc. Harry S. Havron 415th T.S.S. Flight Company Gulfport Field, Mississippi Was drafted into the armed forces February 3. 1943. You should be a pilot, Harry, so when you finish your course you can tell your experiences to your grandchildren! All the luck to you. Edna Brannon Thurman, New York Has been staying at home since her graduation and now is working in Smith's Store, Thurman. Evelyn Harrington Myers Bangor, Maine Has been married for three years. We hope you will always be as happy as you were here in Warrensburg Central High. Evelyn. Mae Goodnow Rozell Warrensburg, New York Married to Harold Rozell and now has two children. We know you are a good mother, as you were always looking after your other classmates in school.