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

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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.

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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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WATERLOO HIGH SCHOOL In a manner sweetly posing Speaks our Mary with sarcasm, Our good student, Mary Butler. Reads the starry page of heaven: Do you ask who plays the fiddle, Makes the music strange and sweet? Benn is sometimes very bashful, And again he has a Price . If ye sometimes in your rambles I-Iear the tinkle of a Bell , Ir is Doris sweet and sunny, Paused a while to muse and ponder O'er which boy to cast a spell. Oh, my friends, my teachers, people. Listen to these words I tell you Of our singers here before you. Mary, with her sweet voice singing: Irma's tones so sweetly ringing: Louise sweet music to us bringing: Ever willing, ever ready, Happy are they in their work. Honor be to Albert Buck, Cried the judges, three wise judges, When he came in triumph speaking Of the famous Traitor's Death Bed . You shall hear how Sidney Ritter Vamped the girls so sweet and luring, Took them riding in his chevie . Played the piano for their dancing. You shall hear how Dorothy Campbell, Beans and Soup so often called, Smiles so lovely at her suitors, For she really loves them all. Two good friends are Katherine and Helen Singled out from all the others. Many times you find them typing, Even overtime they work. 'lazy Max, said Mr. Foley. In your work you never help me: In your studies you are loafing: Idling in your seat, I see you. You must work when you're in college. Then Leatha Sweet, the great historian. She the marvelous story teller. She the writer and the talker, She the friend of John McGuane Will make a bow to you tonight.