Cleveland High Spots
Published by the
Senior Class of Cleveland High School
Colors: Blue & Silver
Motto: A Live Wire Never Gets Stepped On
Cleveland Union School
In 1884, the District School on Bridge Street and the District School in the Unionville District were combined into the Cleveland Union School, which is located on Caswell Street. Mr. William E. Bell was the first principal. In 1893 the academic department was added. Mr. James Bernard, the first graduate, graduated in 1899.
Richard F. Klitz, principal, B.S., Syracuse University, 1928: Science, Ecconomics, Algabra
Marie F. Winslow, A.B., Albany State Teacher’s College, 1927: History, Latin, French
Bertha J. Cook, A.B., Syracuse University, 1933: Librarian, English, Geometry
Eliot Birnbaum, Oswego Normal, 1933: A.B., Syracuse University, 1934: Industrial Arts
Mary Cooper, Oswego Normal: Grammar grades
Beatrice Ott, Syracuse Normal, 1934: Intermediate grades
Zada Wise, Training Class: Primary grades
Eugene Westcott: Orchestra
Doris Fitzpatrick: Piano
|Corinnee Rebecca Barnes
Red is a danger signal.
Corrine, don’t say we
didn’t warn you.
|President of Senior Class, Rambler Staff, Prize Speaking, Dramatics, Cheer Leader|
|Dorothy Marie Beebe
Blond hair – blue
eyes – dimples – who
could ask for more.
|Salutorian, Rambler Staff, Dramatics, Treasurer of Senior Class|
|Ruth Gladys Gilbert
Ruthie’s little smile
Keeps us happy all
|Secretary of Senior Class, Editor-in-Chief of the Rambler, Dramatics|
|Bertram John Griesmyer
Oh, You flirt –
|Vice President of Senior Class, Rambler Staff, Baseball ’33, ’34, ’35, Soccer ’32, ’33, ’34, ’35, Dramatics, Prize Speaking|
|Leona Belle Lane
Leona is the girl
who keeps the class alive
Without her in the class
It would never survive
|Dramatics, Rambler Staff|
Pete, the mouthpiece of
Our class, falls for
Every good looking lass.
|Valedictorian, Business Manager of Rambler, Dramatics, Prize Speaking, Soccer ’33 (second prize), Cheerleader, Historian|
|Margaret Elizabeth Watson
Marge is a quiet little lass
The only sedate one in the class.
|Dramatics, Rambler Staff|
Way back in ancient times, 1933, the fall of year, a little boy with a great big smile started on his way along the tortuous road to an education. This, ladies and gentlemen, was no other student – Bertram Griesmyer. The next year the farm that Corinne Barnes was living on, grew too small to hold her, so she rolled off and joined Bert in the second grade. They stumbled blithely on together till they reached the fifth grade, where they picked up more of those who aspired to the fame of belonging to this noble class. The first was Leona Lane, who has missed a year because of sickness and who always seemed to be trying to pour around her gold-rimmed “specs”. The second was a Halloween prank which slid down the mountains and gave volume to the voice of the class, namely Peter Robare. In the spring of 1928, we picked up our first blonde menace, Dorothy Beebe.
The next fall, we moved up stairs to provide Miss Radford with something to keep her busy and take her mind off her work. There it was that we fell heir to Ruth Gilbert, the great big girl with the little age. Clarence Blitz, who slipped back a stop to join us and Fred Bopp, who also thought our class was more interesting than the one ahead.
The next year we moved into the high school to become sub-freshmen. As such, we enjoyed ourselves immensely and nearly drove the teachers to distraction. Under the direction of Mr. Newton, we published the first school paper until its education policy was thought by some of the faculty to be not just what is should be.
During this year Horace Friday was one of us, but unfortunately did not continue on. It was also during this year that we received the spasmodic visits from our second blonde menace, Virginia Nash. We struggled through our first siege of regents and, though quite dizzy from the ordeal, we grasped the fact that at least were Freshman.
We came to grips with Algebra, French (Glorious French), History and all the rest, and one by one we conquered them. We received a first taste of dramatics in a pantomime, called And the Lights Went Out, and found it not too bitter. We enjoyed the life and as long as the teachers did nothing but “kick” about late or missing assignments, we bothered ourselves with little with such annoying things, but just lived in the hope that some day the teachers would turn up with laryngitis so that they wouldn’t even be able to “kick”. This then was what we lived for, but, unhappily, we were sadly disappointed.
We blithely sailed through our sophomore year, some of us struggling with the terrors of Plane Geometry and other attacked that gladiator of many campaigns, Latin and strangely enough, lived to regret it.
At the beginning of our Junior year, we brought forth a wisdom seen in ones as young and started to build up our fortunes, so that we should have sound financial backing for the graduating class which we intended to burn forever in the minds of men. We started early with a hot-dog roast and though, as a financial venture it was quite a “flop”, everyone who went to it had a good time and a thoroughly enjoyable evening. We next had a food sale, and although not exactly a gold mine, it started our treasury on it’s way. Later, in the spring, we produced a play dealing with grammatical speech and called Sauce for the Goslings. This play was the spot of our year an returns were so heartening that we immediately went to Sylvan Beach and celebrated the event.
During this year, unfortunately, we lost our embryo undertaker Clarence Bitz. And so, we passed into our last year under this dear old roof (a roof that had enjoyed so much that every time it rained, it wept all over the front hall floor). We gathered in our last blonde terror, Margaret Watson, but soone we lost our six foot Swiss, Fred Bopp, who because of the press of circumstances, had to leave us to seek fortune and adventure with the CCC. We gathered early and elected our officers: Corinne Barnes, President; Bertram Griesmyer, Vice-President; Ruth Gilbert, Secretary; and Dorothy Beebe, Treasurer. In pursuance of our financial plans, we soon had Mr. Clayton Winn give a moving picture show for our benefit. Next we raised a few dollars by selling magazines and at the beginning of the Christmas Holidays, we held a dance with added a few more shekels to our money bags and provided us with a very good evening’s entertainment. In the meantime we ordered our rings and a little later we completed the operation by picking our colors and flower and ordering our invitations. We decided that the thing which would loosen the purse strings of the town’s citizenry with the least anguish on their part would be a play, so we decided to produce that every popular play Here Comes Charlie. It was a huge success.
And so goes the chronicles of the glorious class of nineteen hundred and thirty-five. What our old school will do without us is a deep mystery. We are sadly afraid that it will deteriorate and become simply a temple of knowledge and will teach nothing of those gags and that horseplay through which we made the live of the teachers miserable and our own interesting.
Several months of 1960 had passed, when I decided to take a walk over to the BEST institution for lunatics. As I entered the building, a large stately woman approached me. She came forward with credentials for me to fill out. As I handed them back to her, her face seemed familiar to me. I finally conquered enough courage to ask her maiden name. Sure enough she was Corinne Barnes, a member of the class of ’35. After talking with her for several minutes, I was surprised to learn that Peter Robare, also a member of our class, was one of the most violent patients. The poor chap had lost his mind looking for a woman. Corinne kindly consented to show me through the wards.
As we were going through the wards , I saw a white uniformed figure bending over one of the patient’s beds. Corrine rushed over to him and told him to get back to Ward D. After he had gone, she told me that is was Chubby Griesmyer and he was a mild patient. At times he had dozens of dolls who he thought were patients.
Corrine took me next to the assistant’s office. As we approached the door, I noticed the name of Erich Cottroll emblazoned across the plate glass. When she opened the door, we were surprised to see the assistant holding his secretary on his lap. In the strange silence which followed, were recognized our old classmate, Ruth Gilbert, who had given up the job of holding old men’s hands to be his secretary.
We decided we were not needed there so Corinne said she would take to the classroom where another surprise was in store for me. The teacher whose hair had turned grey was none other than Dorothy Beebe, the salutorian of our class. The little nuts were dressed in uniform of white boots and army pants. After recovering from the shock, we advanced eating yeast cakes. After inquiring why she had chosen such a peculiar food, I learned that she was trying to aspire to great heights. We were interrupted by a loud wailing. Rushing to the end of the corridor, I saw Leona Lane trying to quiet five little red-headed babies. I learned that she was the family nurse.
Thanking Corrine for a very pleasant afternoon, I left the asylum glad that the senior class of ’35 was well taken care of.
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Can You Imagine
Miss Cook ………………………………………………………. without a stoop
Bob Emmons ………………………………………………….. kissing a girl
Geometry ……………………………………………………….. without Betty Emmons
Jack Griesmyer ……………………………………………….. six feet tall
Leona Lane …………………………………………………….. weighing 200
Peter Robare …………………………………………………… not trying to show off
Clarence …………………………………………………………. without Sue
Franklyn Cottet ………………………………………………. with 90% in chemistry
Corinne Barnes ……………………………………………….. not flirting
Don Dickinson ………………………………………………… not bragging
Evaline Senecal ……………………………………………….. not chewing gum
The Twins ……………………………………………………….. not giggling
Members of the High School
Pearl Batchelor, Edith Beebe, Charlotte Bopp, Eden Caldwell, Franklin Cottet, Jean Barry, Louise Gouchie, Janet Green, John Griesmyer, Charles Houser, Celestine and Kathleen Houser, Margaret Schmidt, Vedder Sloan, Bessie Stinger, Virginia Town and Edith Woolridge
Clarence Bitz, Ray Bopp, Fred Bortle, Luella Cottet, Clara Darling, Eveline Senecal, Pauline Town and Betty Emmons.
Robert Emmons, Margaret Gouchie, Sue Lacy, Donald Dickinson
Here Comes Charlie
“Here Comes Charlie” was staged May 24, 1935 by the Senior Class of Cleveland High School. The cast was as follows: Nora Malone – the maid, Margaret Schmidt; Tim McGrill – Nora’s sweetheart, Clarence Bitz; Larry Elliott – Donald Dickinson; Mrs. Farnham – Larry’s aunt by marriage, Margaret Watson; Mrs. Smythe-Kersey, Leona Lane; Vivian Smythe-Kersey – Larry’s fiancée, Dorothy Beebe; Mortimer Smythe-Kersey, Raymond Bopp; Charlie Hopps, Corinne Barnes; Uncle Aleck Twiggs, Peter Robare and Ted Hartley – Larry’s pal, Bertram Greismyer.
It is somewhat a play of mistaken identity, when Larry Elliott, thinks the child that Bill Hopps is sending him is a boy. Larry is amazed to find the child is a girl of seventeen. Charlie in her quaint hill-billy way, falls in love with Larry, making Vivian, Larry’s fiancée, very jealous. Vivian who thinks Larry is fairly rolling in wealth, and Mrs. Farnham, Larry’s aunt by marriage, try every possible scheme to get rid of Charlie, but Twiggs and Charlie leave of their own accord after being accused of theft. Eleven months later, Charlie returns, a very fine cultured girl, and at the close of the play, the engagement of Charlie Hopps is announced.
The soccer team of 1934 was composed of the following players:
Charles Houser, Peter Robare, Paul Bopp, Raymond Bopp, Robert Emmons, Freddie Gouchie, Clarence Bitz, Clarence Leonard, Bertram Griesmyer, Lucius Lacy, Otto Kowanes, Jack Griesmyer, Franklin Cottet and Donald Dickinson. The team did not have a very successful season in soccer, losing four games, tying one and winning one.
The 1935 baseball team joined a league with Williamstown, Oceola, Altmar and Redfield. The is this league will receive a cup.
Players on the team are: Ray Bopp, Clarence Bitz, Franklin Cottet, Donald Dickerson, Freddie Gouchie, Bertram Griesmyer, Jack Griesmyer, Eden Caldwell, Sylvester Goodrich and Paul Bopp. So far the team has enjoyed a fairly successful season, having won three games and losing three.
“Let no man be trusted who has not music in his soul.”
All children should have the advantages of a musical education, as a large majority may learn to become quite proficient in and to enjoy the many pleasures given by music.
Many persons lack ability to concentrate, to decide quickly, and to persevere. Music develops these powers, since the mere playing of a new scale requires each. The student must decide to play the scale correctly, must concentrate in order to play the right notes with the right fingers, and must try again if this first attempt is unsuccessful, thus cultivating strength of character.
What makes life worth living is imagination, which is one of the things most developed by the study of music.
A nation of homes, with its higher education in all its branches of learning, including music, is always strong, peace-loving and rational, a veritable bulwark for the betterment of the world.
For a bigger, fuller life ….. get music conscience.
Eugene A. Westcott
instructor of Music
The “Rambler” is a school publication, published bi-weekly by the students of Cleveland Union School. The paper was started in 1933 with Leontine Lacy as its first editor. The name “Rambler” was the winning title submitted by Leontine in a school-wide contest. In 1934 Ruth Gilbert became editor and Peter Robare, managing editor. In April 1935, the junior class took over the publication with Robert Emmons as the new editor.
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