Ilion High School

1936 Senior Class History

As reported in "The Annual of 1936"


Soon this Annual will be a single cobweb strewn leaf in our sheaf of experiences. Its presence, however, should recall familiar scenes, long gone. Now we are all acquainted with our friends - Ted's happy-go-lucky care freeness, Helen's inevitable grin, Cecil's curly hair, Margaret Jane's bustling busyness, Jimmy's laugh, and jack's stern, meeting-come-to-order attitude. When our memories dim, however, we hope that these few pages will bring back some of the atmosphere that permeated that dear old dusty, orange, brick building on a hill in Ilion, a picture of friends, plays, parties, escapades and fun.

If Lincoln were our class historian, he would probably say, "The Class of '36 will little note nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what it did here."

Remember when, as frightened freshmen, we first entered the resonance of high school's awefull halls? Remember our first attempt to decipher that hyper-cross word puzzle called a schedule (and other things)? Remember the sense of importance that came with a seat in 29, and the boys who led our stomping whenever a girl entered the room? Can you forget the size of the football players, the "Cinch" that was biology, and the first algebra headache? Those were the days!

Then swaggering through our sophomore year with an exalted feeling of importance, we regretfully wished that Ilion had hazing traditions so that we could tell the freshmen what it meant to be a sophomore. Twice that year Prof. Bemis called some of the more fortunate actually by their first names. What a compliment that was, and what a distinction! Then we could mention the sophomore dance, a freestyle exhibition of aspiring and perspiring young Fred Astaires with their willing victims. In the realm of study, several of us ran headlong into the brick wall of will power known as Madame Gordon's Guaranteed Remedy for Hesitant History Recitations. The Regents seemed harder, but we managed to leave the lowly state of sophomore behind.

Thence we sacrilegiously hopped, skipped and jumped up the golden stairs of wisdom two at a time. You see, we hadn't yet reached the state of senior nonchalant laziness, so we really worked to "learn our A.B.C.'s and bring home A's instead of D's." The social success of this year was the Junior-Senior Ball, an undersea rendezvous with Neptune, in which we proudly took our part and displayed what a year's practice in dancing will do!

Real fun was aiming barbed jibes at the bull rather than at the bull's eye in the class night program that, 'tis said, was the best of the better Bronx cheers ever bestowed upon the seniors. Uncensored movies bared the actual facts of senior life, showing the undisguised simplicity of their demeanor.

Then after decorating the Capitol in honor of the seniors with long sought, for daisies, thus adding bouquets to brickbats, we found that at last we ourselves were seniors. Our last year jubilantly started when Ilion's undefeated football team established a near-precedent with a sweeping 12-0 victory over Herkimer. After the tumult and the shouting died down, we gulped deep breaths in preparation for the final mad dash to graduation's home plate. The home run kings of scholarship were Margaret Jane Andrus, Valedictorian, and Jean McGowan, Salutatorian. Those who earned the coveted Honor I were Edgar Hunt, Kenneth Bleau, Jean McGowan, Bette Limpert, Glenn Carter, James Bowers, Cecil Angell, William Brown, and LeRoy Fake.

In our senior play, which was given with two casts, we again went through the "growing pain" stage to the enjoyment of our friends and parents.

The annual Junior-Senior ball took place on May 22nd in a quaint southern colonial atmosphere. The Colgate Dons furnished music.



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