Skaneateles High School - Comet Yearbook (Skaneateles, NY)

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H 1- 1 - e -.- '- la I m i U, I5 7-Of? Y its T igger 'f lt all started in '41, and I can see it as plain now as I did then. Our present seniors started out on that brisk September morning, thirteen strong, to enter the kindergarten of Skaneateles High School. It was in those hallowed halls that we were to make lasting friendships and spend the happiest years of our lives. Of course, we were young then and didn't have the experience we do now, but we were a determined group and caught on quickly. After a seemingly interminable time-learning to tie our shoelaces and make finger paintings-we all managed to stumble into first grade, only to have Miss McLaughlin confront us with the insurmountable problem of learning how to spell the-days of the week. Man-we'd had it! How we ever got through that is beyond me. That reading too-we really got that thrown at us by Mrs. Salisbury in second grade. But if anyone ever thought spelling or reading was tough , then they never took third grade math! Brother--how Miss llunter taught us that, l'll never know! However, the worst was yet to come, for in the fourth grade was multiplication and then even more impossible---division! What did they expect from us anyway---miracles? Under the expert tutelege of Miss Stephens, Miss Hahn, and Mrs. Burke, who found us to be, of course, an exceptionally brilliant group, although we were inclined to deviltry, we put 4th, Sth, and 6th grades behind us and finished the preliminaries in a blaze of glory and prepared to enter the un- known labyrinth upstairs. We were greeted in 7th grade by the condescending looks of the upperclassmen, who treated our stumbling antics as a form of personal amusement. Despite the endless maze of corridors and the infernal ringing of bells, we finally settled down and selected Dick Chapman to guide our tottering Ship of State. We later became introduced to the Student Council, junior Red Cross, and various other activities and soon became accustomed to this type of school life and decided we liked it. We managed to finish the year, and in eighth grade we became steady and firm and were even able to laugh a little ourselves at the plight of the poor seventh graders. That year we chose joe McDonald to see us through. We held the reins once more in 9th grade, as we turned in a spectacular year under the supervision of Mrs. Waterman and Mr. Caskey. We were firmly entrenched in S.C.S. school life now and under Charley Kehoe's direction, we started our Sophomore year and commenced big plans for our Sophomore Circus . We would have been a cinch to put on the best ever, too. The unforgettable tragedy in the school not only ruined these plans, but turned us out to pasture on the campusof the newly warmed Skaneateles Central School. We were sorry about the school fire because it meant the end of many things integrally connected with school life, but we were determined and entered our junior year with renewed vigor. We chose Dick Chapman to lead us and had Miss Speno and Miss Reeves to help us. Together we chose our Senior rings and staged a beautiful junior Prom Noctume , that was reigned over by beauteous queen jo Donaldson and her court. At the close of the year a close duel was fought for the Student Council and jr. Red Cross offices between Dick's Demons and Kehoe's Keynotes. It was a close battle all the way and provided a fitting climax to a great year. Then came the greatest year of all--we became mighty Seniors!! Along with the direction of Mr. Yates and Miss Antonacci, we chose Ron West to steer our craft, and for his aides we elected Dick Chapman, Judy Steams, and Marilyn Bentley. We entered our great new Central School in glory and proceeded to make a lasting mark in its record book. We selected the white rose for our flower and blue and white for our colors. Many activities were advanced to raise the necessary funds for our long-awaited class trip and we chose New York as our destination. The Senior play, Our Gal Sal , was a success in itself, but using the beautiful new auditorium was a first of which we were very proud. Scholastically we were pleased to find Eileen Heffernan and joe McDonald riding high at the helm. We held two dances during the year-- one was the infonnal record dance held in the grade school gym and the other was our great finale, the Senior Ball. Graduation week-end was a very busy time with Baccalaureate Service on Sunday evening and graduation on Monday evening. And, as all good things must come to an end, so did our high school days--but the memories will live on to be cherished forever. he 'F1 'Mini 20 fi A 1

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1. 3! r ST 4 T T M f 'Q X ii We, Skaneateies Centrai Schooi' s graduating ciass of 1954, presumabiy of sound mind and abie body, ii doxherrkgy bequeath the treasures and priceiess possessions which have seen us through our memorab e , B, sc oo a s. H First of aii, to our beioved and hard working teachers, we bequeath that serene' tranquiiity which was ,ii never pre sent during our presence. Secondiy, to the juniors, our Friday afternoon faces for their K -. Monday morning ciasses. Thirdiy, to the Sophomores, the knack of rushing into ciass just on time. -'P Finaiiy, to the Freshmen, we bequeath the hope that some day they wiii be the big-wheei Seniors. ' ' 1, Patricia Bastabie, ieave my biue ribbons to Sue Dodd, who aiready has a good start. ' ' i, xjhariiyn Bentiey, ieave my Auburn teiephone caiis to Mary Kortright, who doesn't reaiiy need them 4 1 at a . , i, Mariiyn Brainard, bequeath a iittie oi my 5 ft.B in. to Pauia Fischer to add to her A ft. ii in- '51 1, judirh Bryant, wiii my giggies to anyone with stock in the ilieenex company. i, Mariiyn Byrne, wiii my eh to Ciara 1-ianiey to use instead of her ohh. ui, gear Chapman, bequeath my abihty to make iucious cakes to any future homemaker attempting the . goo ies rac et. I i, Richard Chapman, wiii my famous hook shots to Sam Poster to use next year during basketbaii 'K season. f.- i, Don Deianey, wiii my abiiity to irritate the movie-goers to any junior boy with patience enough to i. fix the proi ector amid the angry shouts of the matineers. -3 i, Bruce Dixon, wiii my traiier to Dave Hahn to use in next year' s paper drives. ra' i, jo Donaidson, wiii my speeches, Pubiic Speaking and otherwise, to Gretchen ifionsberger. H i, Doris Droppa, wiii my abiiity to keep a man to Ginny Lubinski, who keeps changing. 'g'7 i, xfjetty Eastman, bequeath my iengthy ietters from G.i.'s to Mariyn Evans, who iikes getting E ma e . T' i, Nora Edwards, wiii my tide of Queen of the Party Givers to any junior giri who doesn't mind if, cieaning up the debris the morning after. i R- i, Georgianna Giynn, ieave to Linda Coats my abiiity to read and write ietters in study haii without 'X getting caught. A i, Eiieen Heffernan, bequeath my extensive vocabuiary to Barbara Campbeii. ' 1 Hi, Cgwaries Kehoe, wiii to Rog Ranion my hot-off-the-press book entit ed, Row to Dodge the junior 'E igh iris. . 1 i, David Laxton, ieave aii my traps and guns, as weii as bow and arrow, to Biii Dawson to defend ' himseif. i, joe McDonaid, wiii my schoiarships to Sam Stenger, who we know couid use them to advantage. i, Betty Miies, wiii my ambition and after-schooi job to any junior giri who may handie them as weii. i, Barb Nee, wiii my driver's iicense to any hot-rodder of the future. i, Vernon 0'Connor, wiii my height to Don Cox, in hopes that Westbrooke can use it on next year's basketbaii team. i, Murray Oot, wiii my seat in Engiish iii to Susan Caines. . i, Ann Petersen, wiii my hay-wagon to the junior Ciass, shouid they dare venture a hayride. i, Steve Potucek, wiii my abiiity to charm the opposite sex to Biiiy Brgsby. i, Shiriey Prior, wiii my rides in an M. G. to Sandy Giynn so she won't have to waik to scho'oi. i, Rose Rich, ieave my big, sparkiing eyes to Sherrie Kersten, so she may see her men a httie better. i, Larry Ryder, ieave my curiy hair to jim Buff. i, Mariene Smart, ieave my knowiedge of Eibridge to Gwen Bendaii. . X, judy Stearns, wiii my athietic abiitty to Loretta Rogers, who does aii right herseif. ' j Caroi Taiicot, ieave my bionde hair to any of the giris who worry about getting theirs from a bottie n ieave my com ete wardrobe to aii the junior giris. ' asterfui controi of the Engiish ianguage to Peter Wittkuhns. f chemistry to Tom Abrams. Breeze. ' Cook so that Pockets can be an aii-star. of bieach. i, Dawn 'Yhompso , i, Aibert Waibei, wiii my m i 'Yom Weeks, ieave my knowiedge o Weiier, ieave the Dupiicator to Ruth ve my basketbaii abiiity to Kenny P, joanne i, Ronnie West, iea nw qers -, 0 f 0 N So Y 3 Z M 13' N w' qw- ' Znifffaa '-A -.'T'l Y -'L . uf 'H- ' .f . ..WH ',,.C- 4 '- - til... ' ' -. P' - .lr - - - t ' N -