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

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West Sand Lake joined our class in seventh grade, making us fourteen stronger. This year found us changing classes. At last, we didn't have to sit in the same room all day long, but we often heard the hall monitors say they would be happier if we had. No doubt we confused them as much as this new system confused us. Many other new things were introduced to us this year, among them a wonderful new world of science with Mrs. Young. Starting the .eighth grade, a new group of eight students joined us, the majority of whom were from the thriving metropolis of Poestenkill. The diplomas we received upon the completion of eighth grade brought our grammar school days to a close. September of 1951 marked the beginning of our high school years and with it came more homework than we had expected. At the hands of the sophomores, we were initiated- thus making us real high school members. As the year progressed, we began to make plans for our first dance, which proved to be a big success. Our class also sponsored a tag day that was quite profitable. Francis Feeley, Sandra Knorring, Janet Lindenmuller, Ronald Roberts, and Janet Stock joined our class this year. In our sophomore year, we were allowed more activities including two dances and a tag day. This was the year in which we chose the class rings that we were to receive the following fall. Marion French, Bill Rescott, Josephine Seifridsberger, and Elaine Skrashuk became part of us. During the beginning of our junior year, our thoughts turned to the play and prom. The name, Hawaiian Enchantment , was given to our prom over which Mary Ann Fields reigned as queen. Her court consisted of Kay Coonradt, Beth Cipperly, and Nancy Waterbury. Ruth Budesheim and Denise Crowley were added to the crowd during our junior year. At last we had become members of the most respected senior class and along with our membership came many activities. First of all, we held our magazine and Christmas card campaigns. Dances, the Junior-Senior Christmas party and the Senior play followed. How hard we worked on our yearbook, but it was worth it. Now we are all looking forward to the Senior-Faculty Basketball game, our Washington trip, Class Day and, of course, Graduation. Nancy Berry

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Class Histor In September, 1943, nineteen of our present seniors began a new era in their lives. They entered Averill Park Central School. These lucky children were Nancy Berry, Beth Cipperly, Kaye Coonradt, Jane Dobert, Marilyn Dobert, Eileen Engwer, Vida Freedman, Beverly Gerstel, Spencer Langford, Frances Lobdell, Carol Manning, Wayne Mosher, Charles Nash, Laila Olsen, Alice Ranken, Ernest Teal, Norma Williams, Jane Wood and Anita Zweibel. Guided by Miss Robert's yardstick, we leamed how to read and tell time - thus enabling us to know when the time of our release each day was approaching. When we returned to school in the fall of 1944, we greeted Miss Reid with smiling faces. Little did we realize that they wouldn't be smiling much longer. Miss Leadley ushered us into the third grade. Through her untiring efforts, we finally leamed how to write. This was considered a great accomplishment in our minds. At last we didn't have to print those notes we always got caught sending to our friends. Sue Plant and Ken Henrikson joined our class this year. Cynthia Clausen, Marjorie Hanlon, Dolores Riganti, and Bob Siek came in the fourth grade. Mrs. Rochford, our teacher, gave us specific duties such as watering the plants, dusting, cleaning erasers, and hanging up her coat. We were taught division this year, also. Since Mrs. Rochford didn't give up her teaching career during our membership in the fourth grade, we are sure that she never will. Fifth grade found us with Mrs. Reese. Freda Anderson and Tom Saxby joined us then. During the winter months we spent a good part of each school day drying our clothes on the radiator. Remember those snow slides we used to make outside? In 1948, we had Hnally reached the sixth grade. We were really getting along in years now. Nancy Waterbury became part of our happy group then. Our teachers were Mrs. Clark and Mrs. Shumway. We will long remember the attempts they made at trying to teach us the fine art of dancing. Our year in the sixth grade was highlighted by a trip to Albany. We visited the State Capitol and the Education Building. In June, 1949, we received our report cards and promotion slips and the half-way mark in our education at Averill Park had been crossed.

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Class W ill We, the class of 1955, looking back upon the four years of education that constituted our high school career, do hereby proclaim this to be our last will an testament, Being of Mind Ueebleb, spirits C90 proofj, and body frotund and roly-polyl, we declare all previous wills null and void. Section I, Article I Personal Bequests We, Freda Anderson and Norma Williams, leave our combined love for horses to Lila Emmer. I, Betty Arnold, leave my eflicient ways to Pat Teal in hopes she will be as much help to Mrs. HR. We, Lois Beeker and Jane Dobert, will our quiet conversation habits to Judy Stiles and Lillian Skrashuk. I , Nancy Berry, bequest my athletic ability to Carol Horton. I, Ruth Budesheim, leave the art of blushing to Peggy Clarke. I, Beth Cipperly, leave that Castleton rendezvous to Esther Maguire. I, Cynthia Clausen, donate my ever-changing hair colors to Sandra St. Clair. I, Kay Coonradt, leave my talent for knitting socks to Gary Hull. I, Denise Crowley, will my pleasant smile to anyone who wants to gain friends and iniluence people. I, William Densmore, leave my successful bookkeeping technique to Mike Angrisano. We, Marilyn Dobert and Anita Zweibel, donate a basketball trophy and acumen in sports to Dolores Snyder. I, Eileen Engwer, leave my ability to have a marvelous time to Linda Adler. We, Betty Gwinn, Josephine Seifridsberger and Carol Manning, bequeath our petite statures to Betty Bonesteel and Joan Foster. I, Bev Gerstel, leave my prized seat on the late bus to Linda Apgar. I, Mary Ann Fields, relinquish my title of Junior Prom Queen to next year's lucky winner. I, Harold Foster, pass on my skills on basketball playing to Paul Gooder- moote, a future basketball star at Central. I, Vida Freedman, leave my ability to spell to Jim O'Keefe. We, Marion French and Frances Lobdell, donate our lovely soprano singing voices to Mr. Decker's girls' choir. We, Charles Nash and Tom Ralston, bequeath our quiet and reserved ways to Harry Bermas and Larry Kronau, two shy juniors. I, Jeanne Miller, leave my cooperative class spirit to any junior who will accept his responsibilities as a senior. I, Dorothy Bunney, donate my witticisms to quiet Carol Hitchcock. We, Alice Ranken and Arlene Miller, leave our interest in hotrods and stock cars to all who hate them. I, Marcia Mitchell, leave my love for a good square dance to Freddie Miller. I, Janet Lindenmuller, give my desire to be a devoted nurse to Ann Doin, a future Florence Nightingale. I, Laila Olsen, leave that driver training car to Mr. Stark in hopes that it'll still be in one piece. I, Sue Plant, bequeath my cheerleading uniform to Carol Moran.