Plattsburgh High School - Barker Yearbook (Plattsburgh, NY)

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CLASS HISTORV My THREE-THIRTY bell sounds through the halls. I have heard that bell each day for thirty-seven years now. Today, it sounds differ- ent, hollow. Why? The lower halls are un- changed; noisy swarms of freshmen plunging for the exits, the aroma of cooking from the home-making room; less boisterous crowds flowing past the grim window of room twenty- two. I watch the third floor. Here, in a room called 32, I find the difference. Desks creak, shoes scuff aimlessly under the desks. Faces happy, but just a little strained, turn toward Mr. Wood as he reads the notices; but it is easy to see that their owners are not listen'ng. Perhaps they are thinking back through the past four years, as I am . . . Another bell rings. It sounds far away. Eighty pairs of shoes walk out of room thirty-two. Tomorrow, the Seniors graduate. Four years ago, I viewed just another class of freshmen. The shrill voices, the bubble-gum, the paper wads proclaimed the arrival of the Class of 1951 to my domain. I shall not say that this Class of '51 created actual panic here. All I know is that the following year there were several new teachers and we underwent a change in administration in an effort to meet the challenge. Yet, it was realiy not a ' reign of terror. The Freshmen got into the swing of high school life, joined organizations. The ranks of the band, orchestra and chorus began to swell. Yes, then I began to see the latent possi- bilities in this motley crew. They returned the next fall. An era had passed. Symptoms of freshmen fever had vanished. Sophomores now, The Class of '51 went to work in earnest. The boys began to make Varsity teams. The Class saw its first major social affair, the Hop, a tremendous success. June saw them encounter and best that dread enemy of the high school student, their first regents week. Then, Autumn, 1949, flashed across the calendar. Could it be true that these young men and women, these who had nearly caused me furnace failure two years before, were actually upperclossmen? Well, rattle my radi- ators if that Junior Class didn't set some rec- ords! Juntos and Minervians dotted their ranks. Then there was the Prom . . . the music, dancers, decorations (I didn’t know my own gym). Paul Sharron and Mary Ellen Caple donned their regal crowns. The '51 ers displayed their fine sense of humanity as they, through agreement with the Seniors abolished the bone-crushing rush, and substituted a varied program of competition by brain and skill. I, for one, am glad that the janitors cleared my floors of the mess that those Juniors made of their Senior rivals on that fateful day. They made amends, however, by decorating the auditorium for graduation and as they watched the Class of 1951 receive their diplomas, suddenly realized that they were Seniors. Yes, Seniors, and in the distance we all heard the rumblings of war. It was a time for young people to think seriously. The new Seniors showed their fine taste in politics as Roy Cross was chosen to lead them for the third consecutive year. Then, while various hues of color began to grace my graying walls (point is a wonderful medium), those people started things moving. The football team won the city championship. The magazine campaign sales shattered all records. Dramatic Club plays, Spring concerts, yearbook planning hig' lighted this year as far as I am concerned. The basket- ball team blazed its way to unprecedented glory. Mr. Cooper broke tradition with his new luxury liner. Yes, it has been a year of change! Tomorrow, the Seniors graduate. I've seen classes come and go. It's an old story to me. As they walk out of room 32, not one of those young men and women knows what the future holds, but each has a potent weapon with which to meet the challenge of these critical days. They have behind them four years of high school life, hours of patient help from their teachers, problems faced, difficulties overcome. They have the kind of confidence that only I couid give them. I'm proud of that and prouder of them. That s the way I feel as I watch eighty Seniors file out of room number thirty-two, and I know that they feel the same way. Signed, Plattsburgh High School

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LOUIS WOLFE Honor Average; P.S.T.C.; Junto, 2 years, President, I year; J.V. Bas- ketball; Treasurer Photo Club: President and Chaplain of Hi-Y, 3 years; Newspaper Staff, 2 years; Bowling Club; Platform Club; Junior Prom Committee: Yearbook Photographer; Transfer —entered in Sophomore year. COURTLAND WOOD Treasurer of Senior Class; Foot- ball, 3 years; J.V. Basketball, 3 years; Track, 2 years; Band, 4 years; Orchestra, 3 years; Chorus, 4 years; Student Director of Chorus, I year; Hi-Y; Secretary of Camera Club; Boys' Quartet; second prize for Magazine Cam- paign; Downtown Soliciting. SUSAN E. WRIGHT Girls' Extra Curricular Program; Hi-Y, 2 years; Secretary Girls' Hi-Y; Glee Club, 2 years; High- lights Staff, 2 years; Highlights Typing Club; Homeroom Solicitor for Yearbook. SENIOR CLASS SONG Tune: Auld Lang Syne Four years have passed since we started school, Four years of joy we’ve known. Our fun and troubles shared each day, We re never all alone. Chorus: Fair Alma Mater we love thee, Fine school and faculty. With heavy hearts we say good-bye To dear old Plattsburgh High. We love the school where friends we’ve met Though soon we'll have to part. The mem'ry of dear friends and school Will linger in our heart. Chorus: Fair Alma Mater we love thee, Fine school and faculty. With heavy hearts we say good-bye To dear old Plattsburgh High. 26

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r » ......President . Vice-President .....Secretary ......Treasurer Faculty Adviser Merritt Spear......... Jerry Harrell ........ Marian Baker ......... Henry Scheier ........ Miss Mary E. Quinlan Front row: Judith Manwell, Janet Zubinsky, Mary Louise Weeks. Ann Clough, Carolyn Burns, Joanne Lane, Shirley Talejkowski, Joan Guilbo, Dorothy Tellstone. Lenore Freed- man, Betty Weaver. Sylvia Tourville, Jenifer Macey. Helen Macey, Barbara LoPlante, Sandra Everleth, Theresa Miller, Joan Speth. Second row: Marian Baker, Carolyn Stamey. Betty Ann Frost, Betty Baker, Dorothea Gallant, Jacqueline Cooper, Violet Webber. Barbara Trudeau. Patricia Miller, Janice LaFontaine. Peggy Connick, Beverly Taylor, Mary Jane LaCroix. Ruth Mercado. Carolyn Kelly, Esther Wood. 'Virginia Wilson. Third row: Miss Foss, Sally Scales. Anita Bunker. Nancy Durkee, Sandra Kraus, Barbara Yeager, Diana Broadweil. Nancy Fessette, Noncy McCready. Demie Larios, Delores Bushey. Mary Martin, Ruth Williamson, Shirley Bordeau. Betty LaBombard, Patricia Harvey, Carol Lee Dukette. Miss Quinlan. Fourth row: Dorothy Vaughan, Goldie Hewitt. Anja Partala, Nancy Tyrell, Betty McBride Shirley Cramer. Elspeth Sussdortf, Sandra Currier, Shirley Ritchie, Jeanne Fayette. Marilyn Ratta, Wanda Meron, Amelia Sears, Joan Bird. Betty Taylor, Solly Beaubriand, Joyce Conroy, Norma Bushey. Top row: Jerry Motloon, Roger Bruette. Robert Seymour. Edward Reynolds. Gary Rivers. Edward Pion, Ronald Brault, Thomas Tosh. William Francis. Gilbert Duken, Philip Pro- vost, Warren Munson, Wayne Duquette, Dick Barber. Cen- ter row: Charles Reynolds, Lawrence MacPeek, John Banker, John Nozak, Ray Duquette, Roy Desrocher. Henry Scheier, Georgo Meade, Bob White, Ray LaBombard. Clay- ton Redwood, Gerald Jasmin. Front row: James Coryer, Duane Covey, Colvin Bedell, Merritt Spear, Amos Osher, Dick Wells, Geraid Duquette. Ray Columbo, Marvin Stacy, Marvin Hendrix, Dean Benson, Ronald Sears.