New Milford High School - Schaghticoke Yearbook (New Milford, CT)

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CUSS WILL We, the Class of One Thousand Nine Hundred and Fifty-five of New Milford High School, Town of New Milford, County of Litchfield, State of Connecticut in the United States of America, hereby solemnly swear this to be our last will and testament and do will and bequeath our outstanding attributes as follows: I, MICHAEL CROWLEY, leave my seat in English class to anyone stupid enough to deserve it. I, MARY LUCAS, leave, headed for the State of Washington and JOE. I, JOHN GALLAGHER, leave my thanks to the teachers who contributed unselfishly to my education. I, BARBARA HOPE, leave, heading for more of that Southern Hospitality I, MAY LEAVENWORTH, leave my Spanish ability to my brother, Walt. I, BILL HOPKINS, leave a pair of elevator shoes and shoulder pads to Mr. Devin. I, ALICE BOLTROM, leave, because if I don’t they'll make me. I, JUDY VAN RONK, leave, headed for nursing school. WE, GLORIA JOHNSON and DIANE FLYNN, leave, as fast as our feet will carry us. I, KEN LATHROP, leave my seat in Science class to anyone stupid enough to take it. I, SALLY BENNETT, leave my good times in the Commercial Department to Becky Keyes. I, MARY REYNOLDS, leave, headed for the wide open spaces. WE. LOUISE GAWEL and RUTH HUNGERFORD, leave to catch up with Ackey and Swede. I, BARBARA DOUSKEY, leave, taking the green Ford with me. I, LEROY LADD, leave, if I get Mr. Devin's permission. I, ED BOUQUILLON, leave the name Coachey to anyone on the team that wants it. WE, SUSAN NOBLE and ELSIE EASTON, leave our laughter in Phys. Ed. class to Mr. Wiser. I, MARION MALONEY, regretfully leave the class of '56. 1, MARY HARZ, leave, headed for the Connecticut Light and Power Company, hoping to get a charge out of it. I, ED LAW, leave, wishing that Nancy were leaving too. I, CYNTHIA CARLSON, leave, taking my giggles with me. I, ROGER BENNITT, leave my seat by the door in Miss Weaver's room to any Junior who wants to get out quick. I, DONALD MOORE, leave my position in the Dramatic Club to Fred Hipp. I, PETE CRONIN, leave, with a sarcophagus under one arm. I, MARY YAROCHOWICZ, leave my baby-sitting jobs, especially at Canterbury, to Betty Wager and Liz McGarr. I, ROBERT STONE, leave my records to my sister, who will probably leave them to my brother. I, JIM SULLIVAN, leave, wishing that Sue were leaving too. I, ENID GREENHAUS, leave a new spool of string for Physics experiments to Mr. Devin. I, TOM WALLIAN, leave, hoping to use the Mid-Hudson Bridge more often. s

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CLASS HISTORY The theme of our Junior Social was Dragnet with skits from the Dragnet scenes. Our Prom was the biggest event of the year and we called it My Blue Heaven. Marion Maloney was crowned Queen and Lynn Hendrix reigned as King. Everyone danced under a star-lit sky, streaked with moon beams that blended into the romantic setting. In March we received our class rings which made us feel, even more, a part of the class. At last our senior year had arrived. Now, instead of one class meeting a week, we had several. Mr. Fullerton stayed as our advisor and Mr. Bucknam became our Yearbook advisor. The co-editors were Mary Yarochowicz and Marion Maloney. The class election results were: President, Enid Greenhaus; Vice-President, Eddie Law; Secretary, Shirley Allen; and Paul Douskey, Treasurer. We held the Harvest Moon Hop in the fall and Liberace (Larry Schindler) was our big star attraction. At this time it can be well remembered by all that throughout the four years of high school, Robert Stone has been in charge of providing the best in music for our socials. At Christmas time we held our Silver Bells prom. Marion Maloney was crowned Queen, and we were all pretty proud because she is the first girl in a long time to be queen for two years. Ed Law was king of the prom. Everyone came in their holiday best and danced in the light of the Christmas tree. Next on the agenda was the Senior Play. Mr. Kenny was our play director and we selected Night Must Fall , the thrilling play about a psychopathic killer. The play was held on April 16 and the auditorium was packed. Time had almost caught up with us. In a few short weeks, we were to receive our diplomas. Already the plans were being made for class night and as I look back, I can truthfully say, those were the four best years of our lives. CLASS WITS: Warren Smith Louise Gawel s [ p L A T I E S 19 BEST ALL-AROUND: Nancy Lingle Lynn Hendrix

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CUSS WILL I, RICHARD McGOLDRICK, leave with regrets for taking Ag. I, PAT YOUNG, leave my seat in driving class to Mary Ann Onorato. I, WARREN SMITH, leave my great sense of humor, which consistently brought me C in conduct, to Skip Bone Warner, in an attempt to bring him up to a C . I, HAROLD CROMWELL, leave all my harem to Dave Peet. I, JANOT ARMBRUSTER, leave, headed for the Air For,ce. I, CHICK FLYNN, leave my seat in English class to anyone stupid enough to take it. I, SHIRLEY ALLEN, leave, hoping no one will break a leg trying to catch up with me. I, MARTIN ALESSIO, leave in a big hurry. I, SUE STACKHOUSE, leave the good times our class had to the Class of ’56. I, LARRY SCHNIDLER, leave my hot ’47 Hudson to anyone who can make it go faster. I, JOAN SHERWOOD, leave my shorthand notes to someone who can read them. I, ED SCHULTZ, leave, headed for Park Lane. I, LYNN HENDRIX, leave my ability to get into brawls at Basketball games to B. Kallenbach and S. Warner. I, ELSBET KURTZ, leave my German-English accent to anyone who wants to study it. I, BERNARD McCARROLL, leave, my seat in Ag. class to Richard Lathrop. I, PAUL DOUSKEY, leave my Physics ability to Mr. Devin to dole out to those who need it. WE, LORRAINE OLSON and MARILYN YOBLONSKI, leave a supply of chewing gum to Mary and Sue to chew in Mr. Graham's English Class. I, PAT CALDWELL, leave Mr. Curly Smith to Sue Nelson, hoping she can take care of him as well as I have. I, JUDITH PILIERO, leave my shrunken head in Mr. Graham's closet to keep his skull company. WE, NANCY L1NGLE and WYNNE BARRINGER, leave, for greener pastures, we hope. I, DAVID BENEDICT, leave happiness to Mr. Graham for years to come. I, SYLVIA CARLSON, leave my ability to keep a straight face to anyone who needs it. I, GEORGE GREEN, leave my seat in Ag. class to anyone stupid enough to take it. I, WAYNE EMMONS, leave by the North door. I, GEORGE WARNER, leave my dislike for girls to Bobby Kallenbach. I, BEVERLEY VILLANE, leave a supply of gum under the desks to anyone who wants it. I, TED THOWLESS, leave my understanding of teachers to Sam Blackman and Skip Warner. I, ROCKY CLINTON, leave, headed for the Marine Corps. I, HERMAN LUDEWIG, leave my slide rule to Mr. Bucknam for some poor unfortunate Trig, student. I, MARGIE McBRIDE, leave the school in the same condition in which I found it. I, CONNIE LONG, leave, hoping to join the Navy. We, the Class of 1955, leave all our jokes and our wild sense of humor to Mr. Graham to give to the class of 1956.