Averill Park High School - Threshold Yearbook (Averill Park, NY)

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frm Song Tune: The Best Things In Life Are Free We've met today to say so-long - To friends of dear Central High. We'll all be back - It won't be long, To show that We're satisfied. The dances we had - The games that we Won - They won't leave us sad - For We've'had our fun! We've met new friends and loved them All, In halls of old Central High. We'll ne're forget each helping hand, That led us through each long day. To parents and friends in all the land - Our Thanks is all we can say. We've made each dream ours - To have And to hold - But now we feel sad - As We reach the Threshold , So now we leave it all to you - For We must go on our way. 34 Thelma Weeden

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. lam Wi!! E, THE CLASS of 1948, having been declared muddled and mixed of mind and body, proclaim this our last will and testament and do hereby give and bequeath: To our underclassmen we leave our sincerity of purpose, good marks and our ability to get along with the teachers. We give the manly shoulders and muscles of our male members to next year's football team. We leave the poise and dignity of our girls to next year's seniors so that they may carry their office as successfully as we have. We bequeath our ability to keep Room G spick and span to the janitors so the Juniors won't have to work so hard. Our ability to get away with murder goes to all lovers of a good time. It can be done. ' We leave our boy's basketball skill and our girl's cheering ability to carry on the traditions of Central. We bequeath our outstanding ability to keep the halls orderly ,and noiseless to the Juniors. To the Sophomores we leave the prospect of a wonderful trip and as much fun as we have had. To the Freshmen we leave three more years of happy association with friends and teachers. We hope you make the most of them. To Miss Sowalsky we leave our everlasting thanks for her patience and help in all our undertakings. Without her our high school years could never have been as successful or as much fun. Finally, having disposed of all our wordly possessions and attributes, we must leave Central and all our friends of school days . . . We shall think of all of you with longing in our hearts and I am sure we will miss you very much. Witnesses: Miss Hush The Walkz'ng Man Johrfs Other Wife 33

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km 7 0lDb6Q! HE OTHER day, as I sat in my car waiting for my dear friend, the Duchess of Logansberry Cperhaps you know her better as Peg Ringwall of high school daysb to return from a brief shopping spree, the strangest thing happened. A beautifully dressed and groomed lady bounded up to me on her three-inch heels and kissed me violently on both cheeks. At Hrst I was dumbfounded. I could remember knowing no such magnilicient lady. Then the light slowly dawned as she began to speak of old friends of days at Central. This was Grace Saxby. She always could write, but I never expected her to become the author of one of the most widely syndicated columns in the U.S. She was something like the Hedda Hopper who was so popular in the old days! I decided this was a very good time to learn about some of the old gang whom I had lost track of through the years. Of course, I knew the Great Welma Teeden the Katherine Hepburn of today, was our old pal Thelma Weeden and that Roy Herrick was the country's leading cowboy star. These were well known, but what of some of the others? Grace said that there was some little girl back in her car who had recognized her and was demanding an autograph. That's why she was practically running down the street. Can you guess who the little one was? One of Ethel Oliver's little blondes. She has eleven and the electrical business is booming! Then Hedda ldid I say Hedda, I mean Gracej remembered an approaching appointment and began to give me a bird's eye account of the things which had happened to the members of the class of 1948 since graduation. The most famous architectural firm of the day consists of Ralph Hofheinz, Tom Bazicki and George Gunn. We wondered if those T-squares they were always carrying around the halls would ever get them anywhere. Willis and Joan are doing well in their little hot- dog wagon on that great coast to coast thoroughfare - the Troy-Averill Park Road. The coaches of Notre Dame and USC are well known to us, too. You remember Al Goodwin and Bob Dunham. The four muska- teers - Betty, Jane, Maudie and Miriam stuck together and now they and their families are living within a mile of each other. The head chef at the Waldoriidis is Ralph Jesse. Both he and his salads are world famous. Our actors, Fred Douglass and Larry Loker vie with each other for parts 35