Waterloo Central High School - Skoi Yase Yearbook (Waterloo, NY)

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14 WATERLOO HIGH SCHOOL very studiously. Ah! Mary Butler. your dreams are being fulfilled. Writing a book. Success. Mary! Next I see some Waving pennants. It is a college football game. Ringing cheers float on the air: shouting and yelling after a victorious game. A large group of players are carrying a man upon their shoulders. It is Rod Duffy, our Waterloo High School football hero. After the game they gather for an open air dance on the campus. That music sounds familiar. I look again at the pianist-Sidney Ritter tickling the ivories as he did after the basketball games. I wait between dances and go over to talk to Sid. He tells me that Dorothy Ridley is married and living at Junius: John Mitchell has taken an agricultural course and is head of an experiment station, while Fred Larsen is still living in the country, running a farm. Now the scene is changing. From the height and looks of the building it is a large school. There is a large group of girls walking with a tall, dignified lady. I hear them call her Dean Becker. A woman comes up to Barbara to talk. It is Jean Whitaker. I go over to speak to them and during the conver- sation Jean tells me she is an English teacher at the school. while her chum. Mary Hall. has joined the Red Cross and is going overseas for more extensive work. This scene is fading to give place to another. A lady is walking down by a small lake with a group of small children. It is Irma Seeber, who is a kinder- garten teacher, and from the way the students look at her they evidently adore her. We have a pleasant talk, and Irma tells me Doris Bell is married to a rich Englishman with a title and they are now making a tour of the world. I always knew that Doris would travel. She always loved excitement and new places. This next place looks natural. It's my old home town and the first thing that meets my eye is a sign. Sandford 'ES Riegel. The store is in the same place. I go into the store, and Max is busily preparing a prescription. He greets me cordially and tells me the history of some of my classmates who have remained in Waterloo. Robert Whitaker is running a meat market, getting his experience from working after school at Lux's. Leatha Sweet is working in a dentist's office and gaining much fame as a dental hygienist. Eloise Humiston is running a beauty shop and still keeping company with Red. Teresa Christiano is a teacher in the public school and having great success. Dorothy Twist conducts a dancing school at her home. Everyone knows that Dot could trip the light fantastic. The scene changes again. It is a large summer resort, and an aviation field is near by. A crowd of people are cheering a man who is climbing into an air- plane. The aviator is Frank Baker, who is starting on a transcontinental flight. Maybe a second Lindbergh. I go down to the pier and watch abstractedly while a girl who someone tells me is a swimming instructress climbs to a tower. It is Helen Talbert. She runs to the end of the plank and jumps-a splash and all vanishes. I am again before the fireside and it has been only a dream. Yet the future foretells bright and interesting adventures for the Class of 1928.

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THE SKOI-YASE, 1928 13 CLASS PROPHECY GNE EVENING I was sitting before the fireside idly watching the dancing flames. Gradually they became hazy and indistinct. Ah! At last it is clearing. I see myself on a great ship, traveling around the world. A man enters and asks me if I am comfortable. That face looks familiar. I have it-it's my old classmate, Benn Townley. He tells me that the captain of the ship is Joe McKone. who has traveled for many years on the waters and gained much renown as a hardy, courageous seaman. We talk pleasantly of former times for a few minutes. and then everything changes. I am in a large city. Everything is bustle and confusion. A man seizes my luggage and I at once recognize the strong sturdy grip of my old friend. Jim Tuomy, who had followed his life's work, started in our senior play. He tells me that Jack Gerard and Dot Campbell are now happily married, living in a little apartment in Geneva, so Jack can be near the burlesques. I get into a cab and am quickly driven up to a large hotel. I get out to pay the man and see that it is Harold Hoy, our competent chauffeur during High School days. I go into the hotel, go up to the desk to register, and look full into the face of my old classmate, Phil Larish. He tells me he is proprietor of the hotel and has had a very successful life. We talk of bygone days. and he informs me that Flora Smith has a room in his hotel. I run excitedly to Flora's room and she tells me that she is now a commer- cial artist. teaching at Pratt Institute. Finally I go to my room for a rest and there I am disturbed by a knock on the door. It is Ed Webster, dressed as a bellhop, but he tells me he is really a detective in disguise. He had experience with Irma in' this line during the senior play. A mist obscures my sight. It clears. I am in a large cathedral listening to a sermon, The Modern Generation. and the preacher is no other than Albert Buck. A slight shifting of scenes. Ah! A large cafeteria in New York. I hear voices. a familiar voice. Put that right down here, please. It is Elizabeth Lewis. chief dietitian in the cafeteria, giving orders to her workers. Oh, how well she could do that back in Homemaking. One of her junior dietitians is Lena Walker. who worked so diligently under Mrs. Allison. Liz tells me that Louise Whitehead is head nurse in a large hospital in New York. At least I-ouise's dreams were not shattered by the advice of friends. Liz also tells me that Mary Hayes is now a prominent prima donna. I always knew Mary could roll her r's well. , My mind drifts to a large business concern. Two girls are busily working at a typewriter. They are Helen O'Keefe and Ruth Huson, who worked so hard in Miss Proskine's classes. Another girl, mimeographing a large sheaf of papers, is no less than Katherine Felber. who had prepared our history papers so long ago. I am transported to a tiny attic room where someone is bent over writing

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THE SKOI-YASE, 1928 CLASS POEM Should you ask me whence these stories Whence these legends and traditions, With the odor of the chalk dust. With the dampness of ink Huid, With the smothered tones of students. With the victories of athletics. With their frequent repetition. With our wild reverberations. I should answer. I should tell you. From the ivy-covered high school, From the walls so tall and stately. From the halls so wide and lengthy. From the place we love so well. From the classrooms small and cozy Where the teachers helped us always. Helped to teach us Math and English, Latin, French. and Science. too. I repeat them as I heard them. Should you ask where Franklin Baker Found his dignity so great That he's chieftain of the seniors So distinctly up to date? Another shining star we have. Another son of Waterloo. 'Tis John Mitchell now I mention. How he lived, and toiled, and studied. That his standings might be high. How he labored for thc victory Now he has the Valedictory, If still further you should ask me. Saying, Who is Barbara Becker? Tell us of this Barbara Becker. I should answer your inquiries Straightway in such words as follows: Barbara is Salutatorian Of the class of '28: Nobly did she dig her Latin. Dig her French and Science. too. Passing all with such good marks That she won the honor so. Then she went to Canandaigua, Brought home gold and honors. too. For our Alma Mater true.