Adams Center High School - Hourglass Yearbook (Adams Center, NY)

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From a big cloud of dust and an engine's loud beller. Walks Ed McNeely, he's a pretty good feller. Gartha Nugent, who everyone knows, Is sure to be found wherever Skip goes. Here comes Dick Porter, a Ford man is he. It goes pretty fast--he'll soon hit a tree! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! The faster the better, There goes Carol Parks to the post office for a letter. Now comes a chap, Happy Reed is his name, It was in football that he made his fame. Monica Prouty, a fan of Sandy Creek, Ted and a scholarship in twirling she'll seek. Glenn Robbins, a trumpet he can play, Another Louis Armstrong! some people say. Here comes Barbie Richards, a sweet girl is she, When someone cracks a joke, she'll surely go tee-hee. Jimmy Ryder, with his bass voice. Makes This Ole House everyone's choice. Carol Smith, with her fella', Harv, Living on a farm, she'll never starve. Here comes the Shepard boy, whose first name is Bob, One thing certain, he isn't a snob. Here's Marge Smith, she's a smart little lass. She'll go to New York with the rest of the class. Walter Smith, tho' he's Diane's pride and joy. Is thought by everyone to be a very nice boy. Here's Norma Stevens, a cheerleader we all know, She's got vim and vigor and is always on the go. Jay Stone, Adams Center's mighty mite, To him, almost everything is all right. Here's Lenore Wilson, whose future has been set. She'll soon be mending for a farmer she's met. Fred Williams is a lucky guy, With his '55 Chevy, he'll surely get by. Willard Wright, one of the bashful few, There's never a day that he will rue. And so we say Good-bye to our high school days. To the boys and girls with their opposite ways. But then, of course, we know they'll mix In the grand old class of '56. Lenore Wilson Fay Hasseler

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CLASS POEM We, the class of '55 Always awake, alert and alive. Do write our class poem for you to enjoy; And so, as usual, we begin with a boy. Charles Adner, with all his gray hairs. You bet they weren't caused by worries and cares. Lucy Besaw, a cheerful lass. With her determination, she's sure to pass. Bobby Avery, in his souped-up car. Driving it, he won't go far. Erma Blood, so quiet and smart. She and Janet will never part. Paul Bassette, Student Council Prez, Keep in line. he always says. Beth Brown has charge of our diminishing funds, When anyone calls, she always runs. Here comes Keith Clarke, an ex-marine. In English class, he lacks some steam. Emma Castor, with her hair of red. Will never regret the things she's said. Blond Jimmy Hazelwood, with all his curls. Is a symbol of joy to all the girls. Eileen Elmer, with her Dram-ah teaching. Helped make No More Homework a success without preaching. Dave Hewitt has a wonderful head, He won't leave Edith--he'd rather be dead! Janice Eveleigh, our history class star. With all her knowledge, she's bound to go far. Kenny Heath is a Watertown fan, There's someone there who says, That's my man! Arlene Glasier, with her good sense of humor. Will never be one to start a rumor. Dick Jones, with his quiet way. Would rather smoke his pipe any ole day. Here comes Fay Hasseler, o'er the world she'll roam. You can bet she'll never wind up in an Old Maid's home. Here's Homer Lamphear, the tease of the class. He thinks Barbie Servis is quite the lass. Small Joan Lennox, with all her tricks. Will leave a boy behind in the class of '56. Now Phil Lee, we think he's nice, He always volunteers to pick up our ice. Janet Marriott, a horse fan is she, Afraid of a horse, she'll never be. 15

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CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class of the Adams Center Central School, Towns of Adams and Rodman, County of Jefferson, and the State of New York, in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and fifty-five, believing ourselves tobe of sound mind, do leave this last will and testament to be carried out by Miss Eleanor Greene, as executrix, in accordance to our last wishes. Article I We, the Senior Class do leave to Mrs. Marquette one package of half sheets of paper to prepare all future American History students--for she often says Okay, half sheet of paper. Article II We, the Senior Class do will and bequeath to the Junior Class the following advice: Study as we have studied; obey as we have obeyed; and you will some- day be as renowned as we. Article III We, the Senior Class do bequeath to the faculty the assurance of our highest respect and gratitude. I, Charles Adner, do will my ability to aggravate teachers to anyone who wants it. I, Robert Avery, do will my old Ford car to Tommy Davis with hopes that he can handle it better than I could. I, Paul Bassette, do will my ability to keep Adams Center students in line in the cafeteria to anyone of next year's student council members who feels that he can handle them. I, Keith Clarke, do leave my duties as fourth janitor to John Knapp. I, Beth Brown, do will my chipped glasses to Diane Harter. I, Lucille Besaw, do will my ability to officiate girls' basketball to my sister, Shirley. I, Erma Blood, do will my position on the honor roll to my brother, George. I, Emma Castor, do will my freckles to Miss Greene. I, Eileen Elmer, do will my ability to skip school to anyone who can get away with it better than I did. I, Janice Eveleigh, do will my ability to get along with teachers to Emmet Finley. I, Arlene Glasier, do will my ability to get out of answering history questions to John Knapp. I, Fay Hasseler, do will my height to Carolyn Bezner with hopes that she uses it to advantage in basketball. 17