The 1924 Class Annual

Published by

The Graduating Class


Hope Farm Junior High School
June 1924

In token

of our respect and affection

for the superintendent of Hope Farm

and in gratitude for her help and interest in us,

the class of 1924 dedicates this book to

Betty Vance Hazzard


In loving memory of our friend and classmate

Milton   Symmes   Apted

Died February 20, 1923


Vice President
Sam Schneider
Gottlieb Pihodna
Lillian Taylor
Green and Gold

Vice President
Mabel Lowens
Violet Doring
Walter Machynski
White and Gold

Vice President
Irma DeSantas
Edwin Palmer
Sadie Erhardt
Green and Buff

Senior High School
Vice President
Fayette Hoyt
Mary Boehnel
Marjorie Haight
Blue and Gold

Just a word about our class teacher,

who for two years has been almost a class mate.

He has given us time and patience, and has developed

our class spirit and school loyalty.

We hereby wish to express our appreciation to

Mr.   Fink

for his efforts, and hope that we may

succeed in living up to his expectations of us.


"If we authors have offended,
      Think but this, and all is mended.
      That we are both young and few,
This work to us is very new."


Samuel F. Schneider
President H.S.A.A.
President J-III
Sam is president of the H.S.A.A
His political career is on its way;
Forget not that to our school you went,
Whether you become senator or president.

Gottlieb Pihodna
Vice-President J-III
Justice Committee
Athletic Committee
With these past lines you've got to be frank,
To Gottlieb we hand it, with many thanks,
With his poetry and with that head,
He'll beat poor old Shakespeare - because he's dead.

Lillian Taylor
Vice-President H.S.A.A.
Secretary - Treasurer J-III
Social Committee
Lilly plays the part of nurse
To the little children at Greer;
As children they are the worst,
But children are hard to rear.

Alfred Myers
Treasurer H.S.A.A.
Justice Committee
Assembly Committee
Alfred with the laughing eyes,
Little pest in disguise,
Your school duties you always shirk,
The less you talk, the more we work.

Clarence W. Bergh
Publicity Committee
Clarence with the curly hair
With the absent-minded air,
Please, won't you tell us why
You always have an alibi.

        One fine September morning in 1921, sixteen bright and active boys and girls gathered at the Hope Farm School to begin a three year goal of the parchment rolls which we had wistfully seen awarded to our older brothers and sisters in June. We were greeted by a new principal and new class teacher and proceeded to initiate them into what we thought were the ways and customs of the school. Naturally our ideas didn't always agree, so Miss Benedict decided to make us run the school track, which meant that our ideas had to undergo a change.
        Our coming into the Junior High School meant we were a part of the big Junior High School Activities Assoc-iation. The first thing that happened was a debate in which we took part. It was to decide whether the sixth grade should send representatives or not. We finally decided in favor of the sixth grade.
        By Christmas time things were running more smoothly and we distinguished ourselves by giving a play in which we represented Christmas in America, including Santa Claus, Jack-in-the box, the talking doll, and other Christmas pleasures.

        We were very lucky in athletics, with both boys' and girls' basket ball teams. We won several games and had much pleasure besides. In June we received our numerals at the Junior High School picnic with much pride.
        We advanced in our school work and so had less of running the track. Our class was the first geography class to use geography slides, which helped us a lot and made our class very interesting.
        The J-II class was started with eleven pupils, all very ambitious and willing to study hard.
        Our class enjoyed the annual trip to the Poughkeepsie bank, and the boys had the privilege of seeing the Star printing shop, while the girls saw the Vassar College cam-pus.
        Most of us took part in the Hope Farm Fair, giving our best suggestions and efforts.
        Everyone decided that Good Speech Week would be a fine week to observe at Hope Farm, so we had Tag Day, during which we were tagged for slang words we used that day. One of our brightest students, Alfred Myers, tried to make a collection of tags, so proceeded to use slang quite freely and was beautifully decorated by the end of the day. Our class also entertained the school one morning during this week by operating on Alfred to take all the slang out of him. Both nurses and doctors were present.
        We had no school for two weeks during the winter, as we had a "flu" epidemic.
        We had social class gatherings every quarter and en-joyed ourselves eating roasted marshmallows and going for a sleigh ride.
        This year the Junior High School decided to buy a die for a seal which all the graduating classes might use for making their pins. We had to raise money for the die, so the Finance Committee sold twenty dollars' worth of bonds. The bonds pay six per cent interest and mature, some in one year and some in two.

        We made the wreaths for Memorial Day and the J-III class put them on the graves in the cemetery.
        In the spring the girls' G.C.C and Intermediate Glee Clubs entertained us with a joint concert.
        In May the Junior High School pupils walked to Mill-brook to see "Antigone" given by the Bennett School girls.
        Our class also made weekly trips to Millbrook for new books. Besides having charge of the bank, we were given the work of cataloguing the library and helping to es-tablish it a school department.
        Hope Farm was equipped with a moving picture machine, so we had movies and saw "Desert Gold"; we were very much thrilled by the story.
        The June play was very successful. It was, "The Mas-que of the Sun Goddess," a Japanese play, and was given out of doors.
        Our class picnic was held with loads of fun. We had the pleasure of going to Upton Lake and using the row boats.
        It was our class who did the decorating for the grad-uating class on Commencement Day, as is the regular cus-tom for the J-II class. It was a big success, and what fun we had in making our Blue and Gold cake!
        We passed our examination successfully and went in the ninth grade, all thinking of the scholarship as we enter-ed. We started the year with practically a new set of teachers, and had to get acquainted with them, as well as our new subjects.
        We decided in order to do good work and be proud of our class, we ought to have a motto. "Hit the Line Hard" was chosen. We elected our class officers and started out with the big idea of passing well in June. We considered problems of raising money for expenses which had to be paid. We decided selling popcorn balls and peanuts would help, so we did. All sales were very successful.

        We had to elect new officers for the High School Activities Association and new committees and chairmen of committees. Three of our members were elected to office as president, vice-president and treasurer.
        The Hope Farm fair came again, and we all took part in the fair, and as the most of us were chiefs, went to the chiefs' supper.
        The summer idea of the "Red and White" was carried out in school and a number of volley ball and base ball games were played, Reds against Whites. The Whites were usually victorious as the Whites, both boys and girls, had good teams.
        Our new work was very interesting. Many were the days of fun in biology, when we made our acquaintance with the frog and the fish. And as for algebra, how many nights we stayed until five o'clock, raking our tired brains for a simple answer!
        The Halloween dance was loads of fun, as the idea of the party was entirely new.
        We met every quarter for a social gathering, and also enjoyed trips to Copake Lake and Poughkeepsie.
        We observed "Better Speech Week" and "Better Manners Week," and many posters were made as illustra-tions.
        Our rhetorical contest was held the latter part of May. The play was, "The Violin Maker of Cremona," and Sam Schneider was the winner.
        The end of the school year is at hand and since our number has diminished greatly, the few who are left have had to work with doubled enthusiasm. What we lacked in numbers we tried to make up in spirit and effort and live up to our motto. As the time for receiving our diplomas draws near and others will step into our ninth grade places, we wish success to all who follow us, and we will always re-member with pleasure our many good times together at Hope Farm.

        In 1940 I had a strange experience. You see, we had been out of Hope Farm School for sixteen years and we were getting on in our life's work. One night I was sitting in my apartment enjoying the fire, for it was a cold night. I heard a knock at the door and got up to open it, expecting some one I knew, but, to my surprise, in step-ped an old man, wearing a long cloak. He carried a scythe and a large book.
        "Good evening," said he and spoke as though he had known me all his life.
        "Good evening," I replied, "Do you not find it cold traveling in those clothes?"
        "No," he replied, "I wear these clothes the four sea-sons of the year and I do not feel heat or cold. My busi-ness is to keep in touch with people's lives - both the good and the bad. Perhaps now you know my mission to you."
        Putting down his scythe and book, he sat down be-side the fire.
        "You see," he mused, "My work is a great pleasure. People are good, no matter what they appear to be. I tramp from house to house, reading records, writing

records and encouraging people. I have seen everything, read everything and heard everything and so know every-thing."
        Here I interrupted the old man and said, "Since you know everything, perhaps you can give me some inform-ation. I would like to know what has happened to my classmates, the good old scouts of "24."
        Without a word he handed me his book and I open-ed it. The names came in alphabetical order, so I started with the B's and finally came to Clarence Bergh. There was his name printed in large letters.
        Mr. C. Bergh is a farmer in Syracuse, N.Y. He owns fifty cows, ten pigs, and five teams of horses. He drives every morning to the station with his milk, then comes back and pitches hay. He seems to take to Wild West stories. He has a wife and a comfortable home. He has been taking a nerve tonic for some years and his health is much improved.
        I then turned to Alfred Myers.
        Mr. Alfred Meyers is chief clerk in Goldstein's dry goods store. He works at intervals. His ambition in life is to read all the books in the 42nd Street branch of the public library. Goldstein keeps him on because he shows brilliancy at times. Alfred is a bachelor and keeps a cat. He wears glasses and eats at Child's.
        Next came Sam Schneider's name.
        Mr. Samuel Schneider is Vice President of the First National Bank of Chicago. He has developed considerably around the abdomen. His ambition in life is to get money and honor. He says he is going to marry some time, but he is too busy now. His limousine takes him to

work and he has a prim housekeeper to take care of his mansion. He is bald-headed but still has rosy cheeks.
        Last of all I found Lillian Taylor.
        Miss Lillian Taylor works in a Wall Street office as a stenographer and she says Wall Street can't beat Hope Farm. She has developed a sense of humor and moves in the most exclusive society. She has excellent taste in clothes. Her ambition in life is to be a partner in some business enterprise.
        Closing the book, I then laid it down. My thoughts wandered to the days at Hope Farm. After all, I thought, this is a small world and every good effort has its reward. After I thanked the old man for his visit and its good re-sults, he departed saying,
        "I will return to you again.".


         After six years of such physical education as "Lon-don Bridge is Falling Down," and folk dancing, we had at last earned the great privilege of handling a basket ball. Of course we didn't expect to win all of the games , but we did snatch a few. Being naturally adapted to this form of sport, we soon acquired what you might call skill. So in January we thought we'd LET the State Champions come out from Poughkeepsie to play with our team. They came, they played and they departed, leaving us with the feeling that there were still some minor points to be made perfect. The score being 100 - 18, we thought both teams needed nourishment, so we led them to the J-II room, where the girls were serving a light supper. In the early evening these young giants left us, having given us some new ideas about basketball.
         In February we had a basketball game with Mill-brook, and of course we were victorious since we had all our friends to cheer us. But when we played the return game on their court we were defeated.
         In the meantime, the J-I girls, having a full team, were quite well equipped in the same line, and being so, won the banner for the year.
         When the warm weather came, we also played base-ball with Millbrook, and this time we won both games. In playing baseball, we needed some equipment, and this was earned by having sales of ice cream and cake during some of the home games.
         In the course of the season, some of our members left the farm, and of course left a hole in our class teams.
         The year ended with its annual athletic picnic which was held at camp in the pouring rain, but we enjoyed it none the less. Being rewarded with our numerals, we felt quite proud of our first year's success.

         We began the second year with a weak team, but managed to win the banner, as the other classes were still weaker. The basketball teams were put on a scholarship basis, which meant that some players were not always able to play.
         Our girls were so few in number that they could not make up a team, and so did not compete for the girls' banner.
         Since we did not have so many basketball games, we had many exciting volleyball games, some between classmates, and one series of men against boys, which the men won.
         Instead of the athletic picnic, our numerals were awarded in assembly one morning.
         The third year there were no class games, but the school carried on the summer plan of Reds and Whites. We played a series of basketball games which were very exciting.
         Volleyball was the popular game during the winter. There was a series of that game played between the Reds and Whites, and another between the men and boys, all of which furnished much fun.
         Instead of indoor gym many of our periods were spent out of doors, coasting, skating and skiing.
         The girls also played both Reds and Whites and class games in basketball. They had a system of credits earned by extra outdoor activities. A record was kept in Miss Dunbar's office, and at the end of the year the girl with the greatest number of credits was rewarded with the H.F. letters.
         The athletic picnic was changed to an Association picnic, which was held on June 14, 1924, and our numer-als were awarded then.
         Thus ended the athletic record of the J-III class of 1924.



Armistice Day Tableaux
Benjamin Franklin
Thanksgiving Assembly
"Where Love Is"
Christmas Assembly
Martin Luther
Skakespeare Assembly
Dance Recital
May Day Festival
The Violin Maker of Cremona
Irish Festival
Tenth Grade
Junior High School
Elementary Grades
Eighth Grade
Seventh Grade
High School Girls
Ninth Grade


High School Boys
High School Girls


Hope Farm Fair
Outdoor Athletic Meet
Madonna Pictures
Mock Athletic Meet

Planting of Bennett Tree
Memorial Day Exercises
Planting of Emily Watson Tree
H.S.A.A. Picnic


Dear Class of 1924, we sing our praise to you.
We'll ever loyal be and true, if skies be dark or blue.
And for our colors give a cheer,
The green and gold so dear.
The green and gold of clover gay
Spread good luck upon our way.
Then cheer we all for '24, for green and gold cheer too,
And for Hope Farm give one cheer more,
And praise to you.


         To all those who helped make our class book a success, we extend our thanks.


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