Waterford High School - Fordian Yearbook (Waterford, NY)

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FORDIAN Class Poem MEMORIES We will often sit and dream again As the years roll swiftly by, We will live once more our dreams—and then As we think once more—we sigh; For we know that it's all over, That our “High School Days are done; Yet the “spirit” still will hover Over each and every one. Our memory then will wander O’er our triumphs and our fears; Our memories will grow fonder With the ever-speeding years. We will look upon our High School As an ever loyal friend; Like a pebble's ripple in a pool Our memories will bend. They will swell out, ever outward, Till they reach the farthest shore; Then rebound, rippling onward As we think of “thee once more. We may never see each other When our High School days are done; But our Faithful, Foster Mother W ill hold us all as one. William Thompson 1934 Sixteen

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FOEDI AN Class of 1934 President Vice-President . Secretary . Treasurer CLASS COLORS Blue and Silver CLASS MOTTO “Nulli secundus” CLASS OFFICERS Robert Van Steenburg . Elsie Scott ..... Helen Bartnick .... Charles Boyle .... 1934 Fifteen

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sFORDIANs Who’s Who in the Senior Class Most Popular Boy Most Popular Girl Student Who 1 las Do Best Business Man Best Student Class Wit . Best Athlete Class Singer Best Sport Best Liked Subject Subject Not Liked Best Liked Member oi Best Liked School Pu Most Romantic . Best Ticket Seller Best Dressed Boy Best Dressed Girl Best Boy Dancer Best Girl Dancer Prettiest Girl te Most for W. Faculty lication II. S E R. Busha, C. Boyle . E. Scott, E. King . A. Carmel W. Thompson F. Moore E. Faulkner Y. Benardo E. Mazula C. Boyle, C. Demers Shorthand Physics Miss Uline Fordian, ’34 Faulkner, S. Honour N. Smith R. Busha J Turner, E. Scott R. Van Steenburg 1. Carpenter, E. King . I. Carpenter Life’s Potion Never is there a victory, Never success so sweet, Without the essence of struggle, Without the fear of defeat. Tis after the darkest vigil One sees the brightest morn; ’Tis after the deepest sorrow True happiness is born. ’Tis after the clutches of toil That we know (days greatest zest. 'Tis only when we are weary That we learn value of rest. In the life of every human Things both good and bad must meet. For unless one tastes the bitter One knows not the joy of the sweet. Ruth Butler, Class of '35 1934’ Sci-rntccit