Bainbridge Central High School - Echo Yearbook (Bainbridge, NY)

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Trackmen: Ronnie Hoyt, John Hackett, Bob Hughston, Rex Thornton, Larry Stiles, Bernie Parsons, Steve Smith, Bruce Peckham, Dave Corbin, Roger Weeks, Al Michel, Bob Owens. TRACK The Bainbridge Track team started practice April 1st with fourteen boys out. Good weather gave the team plenty of opportunity to practice for the season. Our first meet was at Oneonta for the Oneonta Invitational Meet, on May lst. John Hackett was the only one from here to win, John came in first in the 880. This meet was followed by a triangular meet at Windsor with Afton, Bainbridge, and Windsor com- peting. John Hackett again came through with another win in the 880, while Rex Thornton, Ron Hoyt, and Bob Owens came in second in the 440, 100, and pole vault re- spectively and Bob Hughston in the mile Cthirdj and Dave Corbin fourth in the high jump. Bainbridge then met Afton, one of our worst rivals, and we were victorious with a score of 35-34, with the following boys winning points, John Hackett tied for 1st in the 880, Ron Hoyt first in the 100, and second in the 220, Rex 'I'hornton first in the 440, Steve Smith first in the broad jump, and second in shot put, Larry Stiles came in third in the 220, then third in the broad jump. After the meet with Afton the' team participated in the Walton Invitational Meet, Class B Championship, Chenango County Meet, and then the All Star Meet at Greeneln these meets, John Hackett came in first in the 880 at all of the meet. Hoyt, Thornton, Parsons and Owens second and third at the meets. We are looking forward to a good season with a number of veterans back for the team, including Ronnie Hoyt, Bob Hughston, Larry Stiles, and Dave Corbin back to com- pete in '49. Wrestlers: Carl Smith, Gene Mertz, Bobby Michel, Guenther Schoen, Bob Hughston Chuck Fletcher, Al Michel, Dick Lee, Lawrence Stiles, Gene Craver. WRESTLING 1948-1949 Bainbridge had an unsuccessful season winning only two contests and losing four. t . The local lads were victors over Windsor twice and lost to Deposit and Sherburne wice. The scores were as follows: Sherburne 40, Bainbridge 6, Sherburne 38, Bainbridge 8, Deposit 33, Bainbridge 18, Deposit 38, Bainbridge 10, Bainbridge 25, Windsor 23, Bainbridge 25, Windsor 23. The weights were as follows: Bobby Michel, 103 lbs, Al Michel, 95-108-112 lbs, Gene Mertz, 112 lbs, Gene Craver, 127-120 lbs, Lawrence Stiles, 133-127 lbs, Dick Pratt, 138 lbs, Dick Lee, 145, 138 lbs, Bob Hughston, 165, 154, 145 lbs, Charles Fletcher, 154 lbs, John Sejersen, 154 lbs, Guenther Schoen, Unlimited, 165 lbs. The boys went to the tournaments at Ithaca, but only two were able to reach the semi-finals, no one reached the finals. Mr. Black coached the group and was aided by Al Michel. Bob Banks was manager of the team.

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THE CASE OF THE RED SHOES Margaret Brown stood on the sidewalk in front of Kennedy's Loan Bank where she had been working for over two years, waiting for Steve her boyfriend. to come past in his new sedan to take her home. She stood first on one foot and then on the other, thinking blankety-blank-blank to the salesman who had sold her the pair of red shoes. They were so tight . Steve's car turned the corner and came towards her. He pulled up to the curb on the far side of the street, and she limped toward him. What's the trouble? asked Steve. Oh my shoes - if ever I wear these again, call the police. They are killing me 3 Pretty soon they reached her home. It was at the end of the street. Beyond was just fields and woods. The nearest house was a block away. She said goodbye, since Steve had to go to work and she would not see him until 8:30 the next morning when he came by to take her to work. She was alone, her folks were away visiting. She entered the house and her dog came slowly, almost crawling, past her into the living room. His head sagged, and he walked as though he were too tired to move yet he kept blocking her with his big body at every step as if he didn't wish her to come in. She turned and hooked the screen, something she'd never done before when she had come into the house alone. 'I'he dog acted so queerly and shook all over. Suddenly he growled, rolled to his side and a long shudder went through him. He was dead. She stared-terrified-and then she heard it- the creaking sound made by the bedroom door. Was it the draft from the hall? She rose - the telephone, she had to reach the telephone. But the telephone was in the hall - and the noise she heard was in the hall - a human footstep. The steps behind her were moving faster. Her eyes were rooted on the hook on the screen door. It looked like a monstrous iron crane to her, more complicated to unlock than the combin- ation of the big safe at the Loan Bank. A voice exploded behind her and the floor was suddenly a turn table swinging her stiff paralyzed body around to face the danger her back refused to take. She saw the gun first and then the hand that held it steady. She saw the pair of runover brown ox- fords, khaki pants splashed white with plaster, a tan sweater under a brown coat, a young face and a pair of mean glinting eyes. She told him to get out, but he only grinned at her. It was an ugly grin and his teeth were dirty. He wanted to know if her boyfriend was coming back. She lied and said yes. He forced her into the kitchen where she saw another man who had apparently just finished pulling the blinds and locking the back door. The other man was a mere boy but tough enough. He pushed her into a chair and held her so she could not budge. His hands were dirty and the size of hams. He tied her securely then went to the ice box and started dragging out food. After gorging them- selves with her mother's food and the contents of the bottles, they had in their pockets, they told what they were going to do. They were going to hold her prisoner and give her the privilege of having their company until the next morning when she was to open the bank for them. They had learned of her knowledge of the safe's combination thru her mother, her friendly mother who talked too much without knowing it. Her mother had thought this young man was only wondering where he could get water from a hose faucet. She had told him and also about Margaret and the safe with- out realizing it. So they had waited until her family left, then had come to the house, poisoned the dog with meat which didn't take effect until after he tried to warn her. She felt a million years older when the first streaks of light filtered thru the edges of the drawn blinds. Suddenly there was a peep, peep of Steve's horn. She had to send him away some- how? She went to the door while one man stood behind it holding the gun on her. Try- ing to act as natural as always, she called to Steve. He got out of the car and started towards her. She told him to go on because she'd spilled a ca.n of grease and didn't wish to hurry while she cleaned it up. He paused Jaerplexed at her crumpled appear- ance--and suddenly Marfaret, remembering and esperately hoping that he remem- bered also, thrust towar him a red shoe. The men gave her orders to comb her hair and straighten her clothes. Then they would pay a visit to the bank. They drove almost twenty blocks before they pulled ln- to the alleyway between the bank and a grocery store. She unlocked the door and felt two guns pushing her inside. She opened the safe and while one held a gun on her the other put the money into a bag. Suddenly they spun around. The scream of sirens rent the air--police burst in--and Margaret collapsed. Steve had remembered I ibut she hoped never to have to wear the red shoes againl. Ruth Roloson l+4L154,4q4LpL.444g4q4