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

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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.

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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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27. I, Joyce Pollman, leave the Class of '55's empty Washington Club book account to the incoming Frosh in hopes that they can fill it up. 28. Tefta Quamo leaves her jitterbugging to Neil Percy. 29. I, Bill Rescott, leave my singing to the kitchen staff. 30. I, Dolores Riganti, donate my beautiful hair to Dot Olchowy, a future beautician. 31. I, Ron Roberts, leave my book of excuses to Sally Cavanaugh so she, too, can get out of tight spots. 32. I, Pete Rosenberg, leave my ability in math to any of Miss Russo's desperate students who may need it. 33. I, Carole Roy, leave my vivacious ways to Veritas Lewis. 34. I, Paul St. Clair, bequeath my love for Fords to Larry Kronau. 35. I, Thomas Saxby, leave my dark locks to Janis Lipacis. 36. I, James Scanu, leave my skills in baseball to Glenn Snyder so he too, can be a great player. 37. I, Louise Shaible, leave my sling to Mrs. Ringwall. 38. I, Bob Siek, leave my bottle of peroxide to Billy Chartrand so he too, can attract the girls. 39. I, Gordon Shier, leave my black, wavy hair to Mr. Jevons. 40. I, Elaine Skrashuk, leave Snyder's Lake to anyone who wants it. 41. I, Jim Smyth, leave my ability to run from the fellows to Oggie Prindle so he can also get away. 42. I, Janet Stock, leave my height to Judy Wolfe. 43. I, Emest Teal, leave my undiscovered basketball ability to Joel Folderman. 44. I, Pat Van Hoesen, leave my meal ticket at Denny's house to anyone who likes spaghetti. 45. I, Paul Walsh, leave my aptitudes in drawing to Matt Burns. 46. I, Rudolf Wallis, leave my patience, a great virtue, to Nancy Zweibel. 47. I, Nancy Waterbury, leave my acting talent to Ken Tremont. 48. I, Jane Wood, leave my sympathy to all those who die waiting for the bell to ring. 49. I, Anita Zweibel, leave my sports ability to Esther Maguire. 50. I, Francis Feeley, leave my law book to Donika Quamo. 51. I, Joan Hall, leave my quiet manner to Sue Bond. 52. I, Marge Hanlon, leave my neat dressing habit to anyone who likes to look nice. 53. I, Ken Henrikson, leave my slew of friends to the local lonely hearts club. 54. I, Gertrude Higgins, leave my brother, Richard, to next year's basketball team. 55. I, Lewis Horton, bequeath my cooperative spirit to all future Senior's at Central. 56. I, Genoa Kepner, leave my curls to some girl with straight locks. 57. I, Sandy Knorring, leave my soft voice to Miss Russo. 58. I, Spence Langford, leave my red hair to anyone who is tired of theirs. 59. To Mr. Stahlman, the Class of '55 leaves a large bottle of aspirin to cure the headaches they have caused. 60. To the Faculty, the Class of '55 leave their thanks for a job well done. 61. To the Class of '56 we leave the Awful-Awfuls and the noise they are always creating. And all of us leave with mingled feelings of pleasure and regret but with many sincere thanks to everyone who has helped us during the past four years. WITNESSES: Space Cadets Commander Corry and Happy