Throughout her long career in the Kingston schools Miss Walton was known not only for her ability as a teacher of mathematics, but for the fairness and good sportsmanship which she inculcated in her pupils. She was a strict disciplinarian, but her firm stand for law and order was tempered by the other qualities she exemplified. Her pupils—and their number is legion—looked back in later years with affectionate appreciation and increasing respect to the teacher who had held them up to such high standards of conduct and achievement.

Miss Walton’s interest in her former students did not cease with their graduation. Typical of her continued interest in their welfare is the fact that during the World War she took time from a busy life to write every one of her former students who were in their country’s service, cheering them with the news from home and the assurance that their work was being appreciated and that they had not been forgotten.

To one who has unceasingly helped us over the rough places in our high school path, who has had much influence in building aright the foundation of our career, whose work with us we have never until now fully appreciated; to our friend and guide, Miss Kate Walton, we, the class of 1926, do gratefully dedicate this Maroon.

Be careful that the work is varied, alive, and interesting to your pupils, to assist them to attend steadily, but do not forget that, aside from the end in view, some of life’s work is drudgery, and give your pupils a chance to become accustomed to work carefully and steadily on work in itself not interesting, as the drudgery of long computations in mathematics, or of learning new words in foreign languages. Make them feel that here is an especially fine chance to acquire the habit of attention, and in particular on the one or two subjects each child finds of little interest to him—his hard subjects. They cease to be hard when the boy or girl looks on them as the tools by which he may manufacture a wished-for power.

“I’m sure glad I wasn’t an inch taller,” beamed Firefighter William R. Fromme as he displayed a “bloody bullet crease” in his skull.

Firefighter Fromme was the first to be fired upon by the sniper holed up in Olean High School Monday, as he drove his fire truck to the scene.

As a souvenir of his narrow escape, he said, after returning home Monday night from Olean General Hospital, he plans to “enshrine” the service cap he was wearing.

Lieutenant Townsend Griffiss, army air corps, narrowly escaped serious injury yesterday at 1 p.m. when he was forced to land in Kapiolani park after the army pursuit plane he was piloting developed motor trouble. Griffiss was uninjured. The plane, however, caromed into a hibiscus hedge and its right wing was badly damaged.

The school term, which opened yesterday, also saw the opening of a school in Brooklyn of which our city may very well be proud. It is the Fort Hamilton High School, located in Bay Ridge on the site of the old Crescent Athletic Club.

We do not know how great an architectural masterpiece the Fort Hamilton High School is, but we certainly are convinced that it is a most impressive building. We like the idea of its three-story tall pillars, the clock on the pediment over the pillars, the tower rising above the building and the color contrast of the red-brick wings and the white-pillared entrance….

We do not know whether Fort Hamilton High School will deserve to be the most famous of our schools. Obviously, being brand new, it has yet to prove itself. It has stiff competition to overcome, such as that from Boys’ High School’s outstanding scholarship record and from the traditions of quadrangled Erasmus Hall High School.

We are sure, nevertheless, that Fort Hamilton High School will be famous. Located as it is on a neminence (sic) above the Narrows and the Belt Parkway and being conspicuous also for its red and white contrast and its red and white contrast and its tall pillars and its tower, it will be seen by each motorist on the Belt Parkway. It also will be seen by each person who goes out or comes into our harbor aboard ships. Indeed, it is about the most noticeable building in the entire entrance to our harbor.

Mr. Scranton is a large, handsome man, of impressive presence, over six feet tall, erect, broadshouldered, gray-mustached. He is modest, quiet, unassuming. For nine years he has been the president and the active head of the Lackawanna Iron and Steel Company and is noted as a strong man of rare sagacity and executive ability. Under his direction, the steel company has grown in business and prosperity until it now becomes the largest and greatest single steel plant in the country and one of the finest in the world. In manner and speech he is frank and direct. He modestly passes over the splendid success of the company under his presidency. In conversation he reveals a knowledge of the steel industry and a grasp of general business affairs throughout the entire world that is surprising even in one so prominent and successful as he.

From swamp, woods and dusty lane to a busy, bustling city of activity in the brief space of a few years is the history of the city of Lackawanna. Its first municipal election of yesterday will always be an epoch in the creation of Lackawanna out of the township of West Seneca.

Not many years ago some steel men came to Buffalo in search of a suitable site for the construction of a mammoth steel plant—an institution of important size and scope as to be a credit to any municipality. After careful study of prevailing conditions in this vicinity, the men selected a place along the lake shore, near Stoney Point, and old Woodlawn Beach. Sandy beach and sunken lands were slowly but surely transformed into the foundations for the greatest steel manufacturing industry in the country.

Society is institutional in character…It must survive by organizing toward utility. Many creative people believe that a thing is necessarily good if it is true. To be good for the society, a thing must finally be useful.

Art is not immutable or eternal. It goes in and out of fashion as it is meaningful to the time. Society must protect itself. It has the right to reject that which attacks it. If an artist chooses to accept the mechanism of the society, he has to play the game. Society acts as a sieve. An artist inside the society can only argue that the mesh is too tight.