Wayland Central School - Hi Lites Yearbook (Wayland, NY)

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The KICK-OFF 1924 Item: The class of 1924 gives to the Sophomore class the artistic work of keeping the cupalo painted, so that the bell will not get rusty. Personal: Clark Wallace wills to any person who desires to lie- come the president of the Athletic Association the proper ability lo NOMINATE HIMSELF. Personal: Josephine Lawrence bequeaths her non-shiny nose to Marjorie Barber in hopes of putting powdered noses off the map. Personal: Arthur Clearwater rewards Clyde Maginlev with a plan of how to win a wife. Personal: The Weidman sistere bequeath to Keith Carpenter and Wallace Blankley their likeness in dress and sisterly friendship. Personal: Charles May gives to the next year’s English four students a copy of his most interesting stories. Personal: Goldena Bill wills to Naomi Clayson her hearty horse laugh in hopes that it will not become weakened. Personal: Clare Maginlev wills his ability of taming wild women lo Martin Kimmel. Personal: Jessie McClarrie bequeaths to the Freshmen her abil- ity to send notes across the study hall. Personal: Helen Alpaugh rewards Millard Hayes with her saddle bit in order that Floyd Weinhart may not wear out his Ford coupe. Personal: Ward Carpenter wills to the Sophomores a slightly used tar pail with a few brushes hoping that the dome may not miss his tender care which he has shown for many years. In witness whereof, we, the class of 1924, have to this, our will, written on this sheet of parchment, set our hands and seal, this 23d day of June, 1924. W. C. CLASS PROPHECY OF ’24 When our worthy president informed me that I was the Prophet for the class of 1924, I was overwhelmed with doubts and fears as to my fitness for such an all-important task. Being only mortal it was not for me to tell what the future had in store. I therefore betook myself to the wilds of Sparta and pleaded with the Supreme One to unfold the future of our illustrious class. And lo! my prayers were harkened unto. 1 found myself in a strange city among strange people. There seemed to be considerable excitement astir. 1 joined the crowd and soon learned that two aero- planes had collided. 1 was thankful that no one was injured when I

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The KICK-OFF 1924 The foundation of our national prosperity was land, and good land was abundant, consequently there was a great deal of speculation in spite of the fact that there were no important inventions till 1821 when McCormick’s reaper came into use. Five score years ago the spirit of Americanization was manifest- ed everywhere. The President should not become a king as other coun- tries had, but a chief executive with certain powers and duties, a chief, as no other country had. The government must be our own in all res- pects. The same spirit went into lesser things; nothing was acceptable unless it bore the American stamp. Dictionaries, the very language, novels, poetry, plays, even art, education and churches must all be American if they were to find favor and success on this continent. Ah! Let me pause and repeat- All must be American if it were to find favor and success in this country. Wlmt remarkable patriotism! Today, is it the lack of patriotic emotion or is it the broadening of narrow and prejudiced minds that leads us into the desire of introducing foreign customs and habits into this glorious country of ours? If it is the first it is disastrous and we dare not think of the result. But if the latter we hope that in broadening our minds we do not neglect the reverence and honor that we owe our flag and nation. We, the class of nineteen twenty-four, sincerely regret to leave our Alma Mater which has so completely built the foundation for our future, but on leaving our only wish is that we may so beautifully mold our careers that they may not only glorify our Alma Mater but that they may prove to be a great factor in promoting the welfare and success of our own dear country, the United States of America. G. S. B. THE CLASS WILL (1924) Upon behalf of the graduating class of 1924 of Wayland High School, we have assembled here to listen to her last will and testament and receive from her hands the few treasured gifts which she leaves to us. Listen then, all whom it may concern, to the written document, which has been drawn and sworn: Item: The class of 1924 wills to Prof. Gould a mortgage on their future victories and defeats in their battles to come. Item: The class of 1924 gives to the most beloved faculty all that valuable information, which occurred on all examination papers throughout the year, and with the hope that they may use it in the future. Item: The class of 1924 bequeaths to next year’s Seniors the seats which they occupied in Miss Peabody’s study hall, when the early birds get the rear seats.

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The KICK-OFF 1924 learned that it was Goldena Bills,one of our most brilliant Seniors,who is now teaching French in New York city and piloting her own aeroplane. But listen! the saddest part is yet to be revealed to you. Her diamond ring was lost. Poor “Doc”! Someone will have to have appendicitis so Dad can buy another one. A strange city appeared before me which 1 later learned was Wayland. While 1 was viewing the skyscrapers something unusual caught my eye. Was that a man, standing on the ground washing windows on the second storyf Impossible! Being curious as always 1 advanced and—well, you probably all have guessed. It was Ward Carpenter. Wayland mysteriously vanished and Webster Crossing appear- ed exactly as it is now. Did 1 say exactly! No! Jessie McClarrie came down the street with a basket of groceries on her arm. What is she doing there! Oh! yes, teaching school to support her-----self. Knowing Jessie of old I thought she would know about our old classmates. Sure enough! Clark Wallace, our dear beloved president, had gone through college and was steadily advancing. He had taken a turn at chemistry and had discovered a liquid which when applied to human hair, makes it permanently straight. You would no longer know Clark without his marcel wave. Of Arthur Clearwater she wasn’t sure but thought he was still in Wayland. He had gained his heart’s desire and was now devoting himself more exclusively to his fiddle. Jessie said they had introduced movies in Webstcrs so we went in to the matinee. It was a very impressive show—Clare Maginley in “Her Blushing Beau.” Behold! A beautiful building appeared before me with a flight of stairs leading to the entrance. A large crowd of people were swarm- ing in and out and muttering, “Isn’t it beautiful, did you ever see any- thing so impressive!” My curiosity became greatly aroused so 1 join- ed the crowd to see what was attracting so much attention within. When 1 reached the interior I saw hanging on the wall the most wonder- ful picture I had ever seen. I will not attempt to describe it for words cannot express its beauty. At the bottom was written a familiar name, Helen Alpaugh, our class artist. Presently I found myself in a far distant land. Everything around was strange and so much different than anything I had ever seen. 1 noted a crowd of people gathered around a speaker standing upon a soap box delivering a lectine. As I neared the orator I recog- nized his voice. It was Charles May, the sheik of our Senior class try- ing to persuade the “Chinks” to have their hair bobbed. We wonder why he likes bobbed hair.