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

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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

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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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Class Prophecy After trying for hours to write these little ditties, We consulted a spaceman from one of the cities. To be sure of the truth, we paid him ten cents, To get the dope on all the '55's ladies and gents. Only by far the shyest in the class, Lois Becker, Laila Olsen and Janet Stock have all the brass. Charles Nash said he had no special whim, But a beautiful blonde tempted him. And James Scanu, the one man band, Never plays now, by Petrillo he was banned. Paul St. Clair and Bob Siek, who thought their jokes the best, Were hung together to give their friends a rest. Spence Langford, so sensible and jolly, Is coaching now at Rensselaer Poly, Our handsome young blondes, Ken Henrikson and Lou Horton, In their new Jaguars can be seen sportin'. And Harold Foster, so blond and slender, Runs a garage for fixing fenders. Ruth Budesheim and Jean Miller, who were so full of life, Have tumed out to be wonderful wives. Nancy Waterbury with her beautiful eyes, Married a millionaire. Boy, was she wise! It wasn't hard to see Bill Rescott's profession, As a prize lighter he made his impression. Ernie Teal and Pete Rosenberg, who were good in history, Went to Hollywood, and it's still a mystery. Beth Cipperly and Cynthia Clausen said they'd marry kings- They married farmers and have everything. And Nancy Berry and Anita Zwiebel who were swell cheerleaders, Work on farms and are first class weeders. Happy Marion French always stayed around, A guy named Claude, was the reason we found. Money was all Ronnie Roberts sought, Till he met the girl who changed his trend of thought. Bill Densmore, who was of draft age, Wrote a book on the Army, all on one page. And Joyce Pollman, who plays the baby grand, Is now the leader of an all-girl band. Poor Wayne Mosher, who had teeth like Liberace, Lost them in a wrestling bout with Killer Kowalskyf Tom Ralston was kind of tall in the past, He is now leading man in a broadway cast. Rudy Wallis, a handsome lad, Is posing now for collar ads. Tefta Quamo, that cheerful little girl, Is now on T. V. with Milton Bcrle. That cute little number, Betty Gwinn, Is advertising Gleem because of her grin. i Denny Crowley, Bev Gerstel and Jane Wood who made lots of noise Write Dorothy Dix's column for Averill Park boys. Vida Freedman and Marcia Mitchell, so full of glee, 9