Adams High School - Hilltop Yearbook (Adams, NY)

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Steve Burns Football 3, 4; Wres- tling 3, 4; Track 3. Kathleen Murphy “Murph” Girl Scouts 1, 2; Bowl- ing 2, 3; Soccer 2, 4; Basketball 2. Richard Heald “Dick” Senior Play 4; news- reel 4; Class Vice Pres- ident 3; Student Coun- cil 2, 4; Intramural 3; Bachelor’s Club 3, 4; Boys’ Playday I, 3, 4; Football 2, 3, 4; Base- ball 1, 2, 3, 4; Basket- ball 1, 2, 3, 4; Track 1,2,3, 4.

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Edward Heinrich “Ed” Bachelor’s Club 3, 4; Band 1; Senior Play 4; Basketball 2, 3, 4; Football 4; Bowling 1, 2, 3, 4. Marcia Dickinson “Marsh” Senior Play 4; Year- book 4; Intramural 2; Soccer 2, 3, 4; Basket- ball 4; Playday 2, 4; 4-H 1, 2. Kathryn Groves “Kathy” Sextet 4; Girls Basket- ball 3, 4; Bowling 1, 2, 3, 4; Soccer 2, 3, 4; Playday 1, 2, 3, 4; Chorus 1; Prize Speak- ing 4; Girl Scouts. Janice Dillabaugh “Jan” Class Secretary 4; Chorus 2; Prize Speak- ing 3, 4. Marie Filson “Tootie” Newsreel 4; Yearbook 4; Chorus 1, 2, 3, 4; Soccer 2, 3, 4; Girls Playday 1, 2, 3, 4; 4-H 1. Carl Trowbridge Senior Play 4; Year- book 4; Intramural 4; Boys Playday 1, 2, 3; Football 1, 2, 3, 4.

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GlaAA ctttii uf, An eternity ago, we entered kindergarten. We were all very anxious to start school; our older brothers and sisters had told us all about it, and it seemed as if we just couldn't wait. Nevertheless, we were glad to have our parents bring us on that first day. After the first shy greetings, we began to make friends with each other. We soon found that we were all rugged individualists; many of our personalities clashed. Our teacher must have had a hard time trying to show us that our wishes weren't particularly important to anyone else. That first year was largely one of learning to work together as a social unit. However, we wanted very much to have friends, and soon we were all bosom pals. As we progressed through the first six grades, we had many memorable experiences. One of these was our annual operetta. Our voices weren’t always on pitch, and sometimes we forgot our lines; but you should have heard the audience applaud! Maybe they were prejudiced in our favor. At any rate, they were almost entirely comprised of our parents. Of course, we’ll never forget Halloween. Each year, on the 31st of October, we came to school, not as students in search of education, but as witches, ghosts, cowboys, and pirates in search of a wonderful time. Although theoretically the main object was to scare everyone else, nobody was cowed. Instead, we had a fine time deciding who was peering out at us from under each mask. It always turned out that the persons with the simplest costumes were the hardest to identify. The ghosts, with merely a white sheet over them, could only be detected by a process of elimination. The parade through the school was fun, but we suspected that the “high school people enjoyed it more than we did. It goes without saying that the parties after the parades were enjoyed by all of us. Then, in the evening, we ventured forth to go “tricks or treating. The ironic part of this was that we usually secured all the treats, while the older boys played all the tricks. The Mother's Club, meaning well, tried to curb the vandalism by giving us a party at night. However, we weren’t the most unselfish people in the w'orld, and we preferred to make the rounds of the villagers and collect a bagful of goodies, rather than spend an hour standing in line in the school hall; waiting to have our costumes judged. These, of course, are isolated examples of the pleasant memories we have of these early years. Naturally, our most vivid recollection is of the ordinary school life, with our teachers developing in us the traits we needed to progress in school and life. In 1948, we started in Junior High. We had long ago left the stage when we looked up to our teachers as gods. Instead, we had a fine time trying to become mischievous prototypes of Tom Sawyer or Thomas Bailey Aldrich. In the Seventh Grade, we became “businessmen for a week. In our math class, all of us started “businesses, carried on cutthroat advertising campaigns, had price wars, and, in general, had a wonderful time learning the intricacies of the business world. Our Eighth Grade year will always be outstanding in our memories because of the election. We had a political campaign for the class offices that any political party could be proud of. After several weeks, our candidates were nominated, our speeches were made, and the election was over. Then the new officers swung into action with such popular measures as dues, fines for chewing gum, etc. Of course, we'll never forget the cannasta parties that year. And we started our practice of thinking up money-making schemes, which characterized our entire high school career. Finally, we entered high school. With much anticipation, and a little foreboding, we un- dertook the payoff for our previous eight years' efforts. As a group, we began planning for a trip in our Senior year. I suppose Miss Hasselback, now Mrs. Flannagan, our Freshman advisor, and Coach Pate, our Sophomore advisor, will never have any trouble recalling our noisy class meetings. Our innumerable food sales and vie dances brought in money, extremely slowly. A friendly rivalry developed between our class and the Class of '53 over money-making privileges.