Warsaw High School - Blast Yearbook (Warsaw, NY)

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EL 55 HISTIJHY There was once a famous school teacher named Confucius. In his wisdom he must have known what the Class of 1951 would be like, for even in far off China, way back in 500 B.C. when this reat man lived, children were much the same. He too must have had in mind the hair puTling, the kicking and the poking that young shoots go through before the tender leaves really bud out. Miss Meyer must have sighed so many times the ancient truth that the cautious never cry, when Billy Klahn bawled his lungs out I wanna go home, and Sallie Nairn was caught when she pulled the chair out from under Nancy Burroughs. So whatever else we may have been at the tender age of five, we were not cautious. We entered First Grade with Miss Wells as our teacher. The first week brought us the thrill of having our own desks, but this soon wore off when we decided that sitting on Miss Wells' lap was more fun-huh, fellas? In Second Grade, we had Miss Lester as our teacher, who tried all year to teach us phonics. It was not unusual for anyone passing in the hall to hear the class reciting a, e, 1, o, u. The year in Third Grade was a particularly busy one for us young sprouts. Every spare moment was used in knitting an afghan. We even sacrificed the precious moments reserved fgr eating our graham crackers. It was after Christmas vacation that many of the boys felt heart broken when Miss Borland came back to school as Mrs. Thompson. Fourth Grade brought some new members to our class. Among these were Bob Stubley, Fritz Eisenhard and Tony Toland. Our Fifth Grade teacher, Mrs. Pettingill, also caused a bit of excitement with the boys -everyone except Tony Toland and Jim Thompson, Tony having his hands slapped with a 'ruler and Jim having a front seat all year. I believe a class never worked so hard as we did in Sixth Grade. Miss Affleck continu- ally drummed history into every one-well almost everyone. Karl Cummings thought watch- ing a squirrel was more interesting so Miss Affleck let him stand by the window the rest of the day and record its every movement. Art Class was our big joy in our seventh year. We started out modeling clay, but when Mrs. Hiter found remains of the clay dried on the ceiling, we colored from then on. One day when Mrs. Riter suggested to Jim Gardner that his art could be improved, he couldn't seem to control his emotions and consequently was carried bodily to Mr. Ball. Ah well, Confucius said, In a thoroughbred you do not admire his strength but admire his temper. In our eighth year, under the excellent guidance of Miss Miller and Mrs. Lapp, we were prepared for that fatal week in June. However, in one of our lighter moments of the year, we made Career Booklets. Looking back now at those careers which we were so deter- mined in carrying out, we are amazed at our expectations. Nancy Burroughs began in all earnestness on her career as a doctor. Harold and jim Flanagan 'oined us this year. Freshman Year. This year the class went to a party given by their First Grade teacher, Miss Wells. It was held at her home in the country so everyone rode his bicycle. Everyone enjoyed himself immensely, especially sliding down the haystack in the barn. Upon entering our third year of high school, we immediately began planning for that big occasion, the Junior Prom. With Mrs. Rupp as our sponsor and the theme 'Roomful of Roses chosen, we went full steam ahead to make it a success. Everyone had loads of fun and, if we rightly recall, we even made a little profit. On June 21, we, the Class of '51, paid our last respects to our President of the junior Class. Fritz will always be remembered by his friends as a swell guy, a wonderful athlete, and a splendid leader. Then came that wonderful day in September. And with it came the front door, Room 202, the windows in study hall Calthough some of us Seniors said it was hard viewing the scenery on Buffalo Street from the seventh grade rowl. First came the magazine sales, then, the Senior Play. Two members of the cast caused mild sensations that nightg Tony, inhis white knickers, and Norma G. as a cute and witt thirteen-year-old. Now we are looking forward to the Ball, Class Niglit, Baccalaureate and finally Com- mencement. We all recognize what a slow, often torturesome, process growth is for all of us and for those who watch us so carefully to see what can be made easier. , I think if wise old Confucius could see us in our maturity, he would realize it is a delightful, joyous state as it exists in the Class of 1951. 25 ,-ay ' ,3 fl if -is 45' W 7 Xse- -'sf' ' if Nl? f f-4, ,ff gf dxf? firing f Nga, f x x 1 5 2425 fi? ,,.-1' iff g Z I' 1 gr, ,an-f-'- 4'f'f4 7 ' 2 ffwf '3 ' 'fag' Iwi fl. M 1 . , 54 4 ,af ff if 1 X , C.. 1 54:5 Q . LJ , 1 lf 'f 6 il- 7 41.3 dns-sa ,X xl vjfetf I' A T, iiildff S 'I xl ' , 1 4 X f 5 , . 1. fl, ff xA .- Q X 2253 I IFS: 'F 2 :f , .1

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NMEMIIHI M FREDERICK HANEY EISENHARD The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market place: Man and boy stood cheering by, And home we brought you shoulder-high. Today, the road all runners come, Shoulder-high we bring you home, And set you at your threshold down, Townsman of a stiller town. Smart lad, to slip betimes away, From fields where glory does not stay And early though the laurel grows, , lt Withers quicker than the rose. Eyes the shady night has shut Cannot see the record cut, And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears. Now you will not swell the rout Of lads that wore their honours out, Runners whom renown outran And the name died before the man. So set, before its echoes fade, The fleet foot on the sill of shade, And hold to the low lintel up The still-defended challenge-cup. And round that early-laurelled head Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead, And find unwithered on its curls The garland briefer than a girl's. - A. E. Housman --- f-rf Y-me-ei-Ka

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-Inge V V 1- -Y Qu 1. 1 P 5 last will anh Testament .We, the Class of 1951, of Warsaw Central School, being of supposedly sound body, memory and mmd, do make, publish and declare this our last will an testament, in the manner following that is to say: FIRST: Having duly traveled four years through these halls of leaming, we regretfully take leave of our friends and teachers, leaving those who will surely miss our wit and humor, some of those qualities which have made our class the object of much-discussed envy. We hereby leave all of our just debts, including any which we may have overlooked, to the Junior Clips, and direct that they make immediate payment as soon after our passing as may be practi- ca e. To Pat Wheeler, Kay Smith, Barbara Lundahl, Barbara Sunderland and Barbara Motts-Dorothy Baker, Esther Eck, Doris George, Norma Robinson and Yonnie McClure leave their engagement rings. To Bill Roberts-Dick Neeley leaves his swagger. To Marty Croney, Jack Metrose, Peter York, Chuck Petersen and Bill Smallwood-Dean Batzold, Jim Thompson, Lyle Deitzman, Bob Stubley, Jim Gardner and Don Miller leave the athletic fortunes of Warsaw Central School. To Benny Ahner-Bill Klahn leaves his savior-faire. l To Peggy Wheeler and Bill Smallwood-Jane Barber and Tony Toland leave their I. Q.'s. In addi- tion the aftersaid Tony Toland leaves Bill Smallwood a pair of used size 13 shoes. To Diane Dick-Don Williams leaves his binoculars. To Pat Smith-Pauline Booth, Betty Gardner, Agnes Conrad, Marilyn Garland, Dorothy Grohs and Mary Ellen Miller leave their quiet ways. To Phyllis Neeley, Anita Edmonds, ,Mary Elizabeth Ball, Doris VanAllen, Sheila Holahan, Ann Embury and Kay Wilse-Karl Cummings, Sallie Nairn, Harold and Jim Flanagan, Verlaine Taber and Monica Murtha leave their twisted music stands. To Ronald Yott and Jack Thomson-Ken McVey and John Lakas leave the spring plowing To Adrienne Chase, Judy Robinson, Pat Smith and Kay Wilse-Marian Ahner, Norma Robinson and Esther Eck leave their cheerleading uniforms. To Phyllis Morgan, Phyllis Neeley, Loretta Baker and Pat Wheeler-Shirley Parkhurst, Shirley Eddy and Jane Barber leave Mrs. Fritz Morris. To Chuck Petersen-Larry Sheldon bequeaths his driving prowess To Glenora Weatherbee and Bob Younger-Virginia Van Allen and Eddie Klein leave their diminu tive stature. To Pat Wheeler-Leo Simard leaves himself. We, whose names are hereto subscribed, do certify that on the day of March 15, 1951, in our d h arin declared the same to be our last Will and Testament, and requested each of presence an e g l U us to sign our names thereto as witness to the execution thereof, which we hereby do in the presence of the testator and of each other, on the day of the date of the said will Genie.: Gfass A- 57 Pres lJ9f77L' M2771 ess es: wwf J f J B an f .- .l.