The 1938 Yearbook "SCHOOL ECHOES"
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| School Echoes Published by the graduating class of 1938 |
| "Right Wrongs No Man" |
| Colors: Green and Gold Class Flower: Yellow Rose |
| Hope Farm
High School |
Hope Farm,
N.Y. |
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| Acknowledgement |
| The graduating class, with full hearts and appreciative minds, wishes to thank the faculty, staff and board of directors for their support and guidance in both school work and character building. Words fail us, however, and seem inadequate in expressing our feelings, but we will always remember the advice and help we received while here at school. |
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| Dedication |
| To Mr. Orin S. Bacon this annual is dedicated, in remembrance of the kind attention he has given us through the years of our life at Hope Farm, especially in the field of community service. Much has he done for that department and greatly is his work recognized by us, as it is that which has made possible the com-pletion of our high school education. |
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| BOARD OF DIRECTORS HOPE FARM |
Arthur W. Butler, President Henry R. Labouisse, Jr., Vice President Mrs. Henry R. Labouisse, Jr., Secretary Henry G. Barbey, Chairman Executive Committee Charles C. Gifford, Treasurer Livingston T. Merchant, Assistant Treasurer Hugh D. Auchincloss Mrs. Henry G. Barbey Miss Charlotte M. Boyd The Rev. Roelif H. Brooks, S.T. D. Mrs. Arthur W. Butler Miss Zelina T. Clark Mrs. Charles C. Gifford Mrs. Russell A. Hibbs Mrs. Charles B. Kaufmann Miss Susan V. Ord Theodore B. Russell, M.D. Mrs. Alfred Seton Mrs. Frederick Sheffield Alan De Forest Smith, M.D. The Rt. Rev. Ernest M. Stires, D.D. |
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| HOPE FARM EXECUTIVE
STAFF |
| Frederick G. Behrends Matilda Misner |
Director Assistant to Director |
| TEACHING
STAFF |
| M. Josephine Thomas, B.S. . . . . .
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Principal Mapledoram Fink . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Administrative Principal Ethel Haines, B.Ed. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Librarian, Economic Geography Frederick W. Prater, Jr., M.A. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Mathematics, Chemistry Ruth S. Ferguson, B.S. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Physical Ed., Science Madeline Duckles, B.A. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . English, Dramatics Bertrand Fink, A.B. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . History, Eighth Grade Mathematics Roberta Green, B.S. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Home Economics Grace C. Hudson, M.A. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Commercial Department Vincent Duckles, M.A. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Music, Eighth Grade English Orin S. Bacon . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Industrial Arts Jack Heifner, M.A. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Boys' Athletic Director Rachel Q. Prater, B.S. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Seventh Grade Helen C. Fink . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Sixth Grade Alma A. McNeill, A.B. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Fifth Grade Mae Griffin, B.S. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Fourth Grade Margaret Perkins . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Third Grade Mabel Sidelinger, B.S. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . First and Second Grades Mariam J. Riggs . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . On leave of absence |
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| Beginning of
Mr. Prater's Chemistry Class |
| A clanging bell A dashing slide An open door And we're inside "Well, hurry up!" or "Where's your slip?" Are words that are Often heard to zip To flying figures Through the door, When the class bell rings At 11:24 A rustle of books A few stern looks One long yawn Then comes the dawn: To show the difference between H2O and H2SO4 Mr. Prater begins to roar, "Oh! Johnny once took a drink, but now he drinks no more For what he thought was H2O was H2SO4." Now that our brilliant class is started Not a one can be outsmarted! |
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| Appreciation |
| We, the graduating class
of 1938, are grateful to Mr. Frederick W. Prater, Jr., for the friendly
advice he has given us in our algebra, geometry, physics and chemistry
through our high school years. Difficult though our problems seemed, his
patience made them easier, and we realize that his interest has played a
large part in making possible our graduation. |
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HERBERT JOSEPH DOLL "Herby" "He has talents equal to (what!) business and aspired no higher!" Entered seventh grade in 1932. Lived at Rapallo and Gatehouse. Hockey, Football, Baseball, Basket- ball, Track. Member of Boys' Citizen Club. FLORENCE LUCILLE GOEWEY "Gona" "For they can conquer who believe they can't." Entered fourth grade in 1929. Lived at Crest, Ledge, Greer. Bas- ketball, Hockey, Baseball, Aesthetic Dancing. Member of Girls' Citizen Club. IRENE LOUISE LUNDBERG "Rene" "Respect the faculty that form thy judgement." Entered sixth grade in 1932. Lived at Crest. Hockey, Baseball, Basket- ball. Member of Girls' Citizen Club. Class President. |
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AGNES MAY MCCLELLAN "Agony" "There is no great genius, without a tincture of madness." Entered eighth grade in 1934. Lived at Crest. Choir, Girl Scouts, Hockey. Member of Girls' Citizen Club. Class Vice-President. BEATA CHRISTINA PETERSON "Chris" "Never do today what you can do tomorrow!" Entered tenth grade in 1936. Lived at Crest and Ledge. Hockey, Basketball, Choir, Archery. Member of Girls' Citi- zen Club. Class Secretary. WILLIAM FRANCIS PRENTICE "Prent" "He who thinks too little, and who talks too much!" Entered third grade in 1928. Lived at Marcy and Daisy. Football, Baseball, Basketball, Track. Class Treasurer. DOROTHEA NICHOLES "Nicky" "Always to excel and be superior to others!" Entered fifth grade in 1931. Lived at Plum and Greer. Basketball, Hockey, Aesthetic Dancing. Member of Girls' Citizen Club. |
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| Girls'
Sports |
| This year the girls
played at their best in field hockey, which is their favorite sport. They averaged 100 per cent in their scoring. The games played were as follows: |
| Hope Farm Hope Farm Hope Farm Hope Farm Hope Farm |
5 7 2 3 4 |
Highland Wappingers Highland Oakwood Bennett School |
2 3 0 0 0 |
| Our winter sport, basketball, did not start out well, but in the latter half of the season we surprised our coach, Miss Ferguson, by coming through with a 50 per cent average. Games played were as listed: |
| Hope Farm Hope Farm Hope Farm Hope Farm Hope Farm |
9 26 25 20 24 |
Wappingers Anderson Oakwood Amenia Highland |
42 14 26 10 24 |
| Between measles and wet
weather, the girls' baseball games be-tween schools have suffered. Our
intra-mural class games, however, were a big success. To help make up for
the lack of baseball, archery relieved the disappointment and now and then
a bull's eye caused great excitement on the
field. One Saturday, with threatening weather, the girls had a play day with Poughkeepsie. Here again archery was the favorite pasttime. We closed the day doing the "Big Apple" in the gym. This with a few soft ball games and some swimming closed the spring season. |
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| Boys'
Athletics |
| Last year's football
team had a rather successful season, winning three games, losing three and
tying one. The team played very well, depending chiefly on passes caught
by able receivers. The team did this rather than using power plays, due
principally to our lack of weight. As a whole the members did their utmost
to support the co-captains, William Gilmer and Harvey
Blake. We then entered basketball and with a squad of ten we challenged a large and strenuous schedule. We won seven games and lost four. The scoring was done for the most part by John DeCaro who scored 185 points, Harvey Blake 84, and William Mabie 65. The captain of the team was Herbert Doll. We hope that next year's team will have as successful a year in the new gym. With the help of new equipment and boards for a new rink we really considered hockey as a major sport. Led by James Harrison, our captain and one of the scoring aces, (the other two being Dean Lalich and Edward Howland), we won nine games and lost two. Our greatest sensation was beating our rival, Millbrook School, by a score of 2-1. Finally came the baseball season with more students trying to become varsity players than ever before. Up to date we have played nine games, winning seven of them. John DeCaro has been partly responsible for these victories due to his excellent pitching. "This year's team," as quoted by Mr. Heifner, our coach, "is one of the best seen at Hope Farm." The co-captains of the team are John DeCaro and William Mabie. A new sport made its initial appearance in the sport world of Hope Farm -- track. It started with only two meets, but the boys showed plenty of interest and possibilities for the first year. We lost by two-thirds of a point, 492/3-501/3, to Millbrook School. We entered the Dutchess County invitation meet and as yet the outcome is not known. |
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| Awakening
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| Br.------Br-r-r-r-r!
Brrrrrr-rr-r! Clang!-------------! Those
are the sounds that vibrated in my eardrums one out of the many mornings
of the school year about 4:30 A.M. I jumped with a start only to bang my
head on the bed-post. Slowly a mountainous lump developed, but that was
only the beginning. What was the matter? Was there a fire? I rub-bed my
eyes and the lump on my head, drew my body erect in a sitting position and
then managed to open my swollen eyes a tiny crack to look about me. Beside
me in the next bed lay Chris, with one out-stretched hand and eyes
half-opened. There was no smoke and no one was up, so surely it wasn't a fire. Slowly, but grippingly it dawned on me. The screeching disturbance was Chris's alarm clock. She had it set to do her whole weekly homework as-signment in history and chemistry. I yelled, "Hey! Turn off that clock, will you?" (Of course I couldn't make a move to do it myself.) Her out-stretched hand mechanically pro-truded further and she lazily ceased the clanging noise and grabbed the light string to produce a dim glimmer. Then she lay as motionless as ever. "Well, for goodness sakes, if you're not going to work, why don't you turn off the lights?" I said. She replied that she was keeping them on so she'd eventually wake up. It was no use talking, I felt, so I rolled over, dragging my head into the farthest corner and smothering it with my pillow to drown out the much unwanted lights, and the groans from Chris as she came to life. For about an hour I flung and tossed myself about, until 5:45. "Ah, if I could only get to sleep," I thought, "for at least an hour." Through my mind ran various Benchley methods of putting one's self to sleep. I tried making my mind a blank and breathing in deep breaths of whatever fresh air I could find. But, no, that didn't work. I tried relaxing my mus-cles and fainting delicately away. That was just as useless. "I'll fix Chris in the morning for this," I murmured and while I was on that tender sub-ject I was taken completely away by slumber. -- So simple! However, hardly had that glorious thing happened to me, when I was again awakened. This time I spontaneously leaped toward Chris with my teeth set and my fists clenched to give her what she deserved, when I discovered it wasn't Chris at all, but my housemother calling me (late for breakfast, as usual). Oh! me. What's the use? |
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| Silly
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Br-r-r-r-r-r Br-r-r-r-r-r-r-r Br-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r Br------------My
head automatically leans over the side of the bed and I wonder what the
bells are for, then realization comes and I flounder for the alarm before
the whole house awakens. I merely roll over and tell Mr. Clock, "Fooled
you, you're set ten minutes
fast." I hear Gona moving in the next bed and to my surprise she climbs out of the bed and runs over to the window, takes her precious plants away from the window sill and closes the window. During this process I merely wonder whether she is awake or sleep-walking, for I thought I set the alarm for myself to get up and not for Gona. Five minutes elapse and just as Gona settles comfortably in her bed I pull the difficult contraption attached to our light which enables us to turn it off and on without getting out of bed. This is the sign for Gona to go into her act. She has a mild pillow fight, tug of war between the blank-ets and sheets, and when the smoke subsides, in the farthest corner lies Gona (only you can't see her) with the sheets drawn about her neck. By this time the pillow looks like a new style hat which covers the eyes. Enough of Gona; I am out of bed, dressed, and attempting to get to the purpose of all this early morning stuff -- namely, my history assign-ment for the previous week!! Humph! did Gona say she couldn't go back to sleep? Those snores emitting from the bed sound quite realistic! She has lost her modernized hat and has rolled two times to the left. OOOPs, I almost forgot; it's time to wake Miss Bean and the kitchen girls. Back again! Now where was I? Oh, yes, the Treaty of Versailles----- The rising bell! whew, I had better hurry!! Finished! Hurrah! ten minutes to seven and five sheets of notebook paper covered with history, believe it or not! Now I'll just have time to press my skirt. |
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| The March of
Time |
| The year 1955 will be
recorded in history as the year of pros-perity and world progress in
science and invention, but it will be also marked by the rise of seven men
and women to different im-portant positions. All these persons are very
prominent in their respective fields; and strangely enough, they were all
in the same graduating class in high
school. At the head of the Bureau of Hospitals in Washington we find Irene Lundberg, a young woman for the post, being only thirty-six years old. She is one of the country's outstanding woman doctors, and a specialist in epilepsy. Captain Herbert Doll of the U.S.S. Ranger, is the navy's young-est commander of a battleship. He has been in service in the recent American-Japanese war, is distinguished for his part in the bom-bardment of Tokio; and he is another of those seven famous Americans. Everyone has heard of America's newest woman poet, Christina Peterson, who is also well known for her paintings in the Museum of Fine Arts in New York; besides being America's best known writer of social poems, she is loved by all the children for her stories of animal life. Although only thirty-four, she is married and has two children. The National Academy of Science recently presented Agnes McClellan of the Sundial Soup Company the Chemistry award for her discovery of a new substitute for boullion, and her invention of a method to prevent the souring of vegatable soup. Agnes is only thirty-three and unmarried. |
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| The newest dancing
sensation in America is the team of glam-orous girls, Dorothea Nicholes
and Florence Goewey. They have just completed a contract for popular
dancing spots throughout the country. They were given the highest award in
popular dance steps by the A.D.A. -- a cash prize of twenty-five thousand
dollars each. Who would believe that just twenty years ago they were
entering high school in the small community of Hope Farm in Dutchess
County, New York? They have come a long way since then and are now the
highest paid dancers in the
country. Dorothea is married and possesses twins, but due to her career has kept her maiden name. Florence is married, but without heirs as yet. We now come to the seventh member of this amazing group, who all graduated from the same class in high school. He is the nationally known syndicate writer of sporting events and political questions, William Prentice, who last week was awarded the five thousand dollar annual prize for the best political story of the year. You may remember his work in the Burton-Sington espionage case. He was the writer who covered the investigation and gave the public its vivid facts and description. Incidentally the group is planning a reunion at the Hotel Pizarro in New York City. There they will renew old acquaintances, and dis-cuss their professions. |
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| Senior Diary |
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September 9 October 5 October 11 November 6 November 8-10 November 12 November 15 November 21 November 24 November 25-29 December 21 December 23 January 3 January 17 January 24-29 January 29 "Extra" February 12-14 March 4 March 17 March 17 March 24 April 4-6 April 17 April 9-18 May 14 May 30 June 3 June 13-15 June 17 June 17 June 18 June 19 June 20-25 |
Opening Day -- Not very exciting, no seniors here Trip to New York, Maurice Evans in "Richard II" What a hero!! Columbus Day -- Tribute to Columbus for no school Annual Exhibit -- Plenty of paper and ink used First Quarter Exams -- OUCH!!! Chief's Supper -- "Heap Big Feed" Book Week Play -- Great display of knowledge (?) Harvest Festival -- Much Food Thanksgiving Play -- Indians and things Thanksgiving Vacation -- Short and snappy Christmas Play -- Tradition never fails Christmas Vacation -- School deserted Return from Vacation -- Ah, Wilderness!! Opening of Girls' Club -- Foo plus D equals eats Mid-Year Exams -- More Gloom!!! Mr. and Mrs. Behrends left -- When the cat's away... Ice Skating Parties -- Moonlight Sonatas on ice February Holiday -- Dear old George and Abe Lent, introduced by 12th Grade program New Gym Started -- We're not jealous (Oh, yeah) Anklet-sock day -- Will wonders never cease!!! Mr. and Mrs. Behrends returned with menagerie -- Band makes debut in welcome Third Quarter Exams -- We came, We saw, We??? Easter Spring Vacation -- "Welcome Sweet Springtime" Girls' Play Day -- What are the boys doing here? Memorial Day -- "We March, We March" Class Picnic -- Scrumptious food!!! Class Exams -- The Final Touch!!! Class Supper -- Thank you, Sister Class Class Night -- Our last chance to exhibit our talents Commencement -- Fond Farewells Baccalaureate Sunday -- The parting sermon Regents Exams -- They will have the ultimate word |
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