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

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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

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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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Are running for the first woman's presidency. Our old industrious Mary Ann Fields, Now designs outer space shields. Betty Amold and Kay Coonradt, who walked with such grace, Are now models in Conover's place. Popular Dot Bunney, who was so full of fun, Ran for the title, America's Pep Girl, and won. And Sue Plant, who is so small, Married a sailor-handsome and tall. Trudy Higgins, who was so short, In united planet basketball, is a starring sport. Sandra Knorring, always found at R.P.I., Is now married to a Siena guy. Genoa Kepner, our enterprising gal, Can be found selling hot-dogs at Al's. Very small Joan Hall, Now plays violin in Carnegie Hall. Janet Lindenmuller, who planned to be a nurse, Is owner of a haunted house, on which was placed a curse. Tom Saxby, our youngest class member, Finally got married last December. Eileen Engwer and Frances Lobdell, constantly gabby, Died and were buried in Westminster Abbey. Elaine Skrashuk and Carole Roy, the best jitterbugs in town, Are teaching dancing, 6 feet down. Little Carol Manning, who in studies had no fear, Is the President's aid for a dollar a year. Freda Anderson who was a beauty all hours, Now is a cover girl for Conover and Powers. Paul Walsh, our class artist was he, Is more famous than even Rembrandt could be. Tall and quiet Gorden Shier, Is now a test pilot of rocket fliers. Jim Smyth, sworn bachelor for life, Is now seen buying groceries with his wife. Once so patient Alice Rankin, Now always giving her children spankin's. Jane and Marilyn Dobert, our two cousins, Are writing another sequel to Cheaper by the Dozen , Cfrom experiencej Once fond of sailors, Pat Van Hoesen, In her space battleship can be seen cruisin'. Norma Williams so neat and trim, Runs a reducing salon to make us all slim. Dolores Riganti, lovely, dark and tall, Isn't around when the boys come to call. Marjorie Hanlon, the bowling enthusiast, Wears her thumb in a plaster cast. Louise Schaible, the doctor to assist, Has become his new receptionist. Arlene Miller for the bus she would rush, She's now a saleswoman for Fuller Brush. Little Josephine Siefridsberger, we almost forgot, But there she is now! She's grown a lot. Any more information would take too much time, And, besides, we don't have another dime. So thus, ends the Spaceman's prophecy Of what the Class of '55 some day will be. S. Plant, N. Waterbury