Warsaw High School - Blast Yearbook (Warsaw, NY)

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CLASS HISTORY In September of 1943, a new group of proud little tigers came meowing into Warsaw Central School. With Miss Merrs as our first and very pa- tient teacher, no one can deny that we were a lively group and continued that way throughout our thir- teen years of school. For the first few days of kin- dergarten Billy Thomas just couldn't seem to get along without his Mommy and Roger Boldt some- how could never manage to keep control of his bottle of milk. We had to admit that all the plaster fights were worth it when we proudly presented an imprint of our paws to our mothers. During the year we really must have matured for on graduation day we all took a walk down to the hospital where we waved to Marcy who was lucky enough, after nine days of attendance in kindergarten, to graduate in the hospital. It was in the first grade with Miss Hammond as our teacher that we first began to display our artistic abilities. Our real education began - none of this babyish play in the sandboxes. We learned how to read and write - well, at least a little. Boy! were we proud when we could spell kat for our parents and watch their amazed expressions!! It was in the second grade with Mrs. Wickens as our teacher that our artistic talent really began to bloom. One day, wasn't it john Spring who was caught tracing leaves when we were trying to see who could draw the most realistic ones? The big event of the third grade under Miss Stafford was when Marcy Willse had her appendix removed. Remember? Her older sister had to carry her up the stairs each morning after the opera- tion and she was certainly the envy of every one of us for weeks. Miss Donlon taught us in the fourth grade and it was this year that we studied about Pimwee be- tween the gala shows and entertainment given us by Ross Taylor. Fifth grade was a great one for most of us with Mrs. Gardner as our teacher. It was this year that the girls began to notice the boys weren't such horri- ble creatures as they had tried to make out during all their six long years of school. However, this made no impression on the boys. They still felt that a girl was just someone whose pigtails they could pull. Right, Roger Crist? In the sixth grade we were separated into two sectionsg one with Mrs. Knothe and the other with Miss Ballard. It was in Mrs. Knothe's room this year that all the big romances began to bloom. It was quite the thing for all the boys and girls to gather at Vereen Regan's house to play midnight tackle and football. It was in the seventh grade that we were held spell-bound by Mrs. Van Order's fantastic stories and all the girls were awed by the fascinating Mr. Hart- nett. Social Studies class was the big event of each day. Dave York seemed to be the Romeo of the year and continued this way for the rest of his school days. In the eighth grade, a few of the unlucky stu- dents whose names came at the end of the alphabet were placed in the science lab for homeroom. It was certainly a dull year with 15 boys and Marcy Willse and Ann Younger located in the smelly old lab - or was it? It was quite a thrill to watch those Big Upperclassmenn do their experiments every eighth period. At last in the fall of 1952, we proudly entered high school. We all admit that we were a bit scared, but we knew this was what we had been waiting for all these nine years. This year we were refused any class meetings or activities because of our wild ways. As Sophomores we were given the opportunity to give a round and square dance which most of us regret to mention. It was our first money-making scheme, but turned into a money-breaking one. As juniors we gave a very successful Prom, Moonlight Serenade. From that time on the money came rolling in. We surprised the whole school and faculty by proving that we could really get things done if we wanted to. Throughout our years of school, we have had many happy times and pleasant experiences. As little inexperienced tiger kittens we entered Warsaw Central School and as quite experienced half-grown tigers, we leave. - Ann Younger.