Bethlehem Central High School - Oriole Yearbook (Delmar, NY)

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History of the Class of 742 WE,RE Frosh . . . got a name in school . . . best in everything . . . 'Ldon't tell me we can only take one electivelw . . . exclamations as we greet old friends . . . that mad rush to get used to classes . . . Latin contests-the losers treating the class to wllhe Great Waltz', . . . bewildered fellows wondering whether theyire expected to escort someone . . . freshman play with Perry, Buster, Ruth Hailey, Ruth Cassa- vant, Bev Forbush and Paul Goundry showing dramatic ability . . . wonderful play . . . just another in our already large bouquet of laurels . . . too bad there werenlt talent scouts in the audience . . . good enough so the Masons asked for return engagement though . . . 'cBunny Hopi, tDid they ever laugh at that namelj and a success if there ever was one . . . Joe Burgess in a cream colored suit, danc- ing with Ginny Arnold . . . will we ever forget it? . . . first freshman class to make money on their dance . . . enough to pay for our ORIOLE pictures. . . . 'tHi, Evalw . . . Boy will you look at Ruth Killough's tanln . . . Scotty has a brush cut! . . . weire back to the old grind . . . sappy Sophs? . . . not us . . . between times when weire not struggling with Mr. Hall over Geometry, we manage to wow upperclassmen with Soph Hop f Snowflake Ballfi to youj . . . decorations, first formals, corsages . . . all the things that come with dances, includ- ing new loves . . . even Seniors condescend to bear our company for the evening . . . dis- gusted Juniors and Seniors admit the Sophs win majority of captainships in the sports field . . . Yocky is the great attraction on the basketball senior varsity . .. we certainly go Hall outw for everything . .. including studies. . . . Jolly Juniors . . . Yocky,s President again . . . this makes his third election . . . the big- gest dance of the year . . . we make the most of it with lavish decorations and the swellest orchestra . . . those hardworking Juniors who always stick on the job-like Flumie and Joan and Virginia-worked like demons feven through the tom-tom beatingl to make it like 'Evening ln Parisn liwho said we should make it realistic and have a black-out?l . . . 4'Did you ever see a cuter couple than Yock and lfranniefw . . . mllhey deserve to be king and f1U6CIl,, . . . happy, satisfied couples floating -t 24- around on the dance floor Qwhat if there was a little too much waX?J . . . congratulations on the disguise of the gym . . . even cleaning up the next day couldn7t dampen our spirits . . . best Prom ever seen . . . then the Operetta . . . Rennyas chairmaning tis there such a word?Ql . . . such cooperation . . . just proves that welre tops . . . no wonder Benny stoops these days . . . that responsibility must have been heavy . . . vocal chords straining for that last note Q . . night rehearsals . . . grease paint on weird faces grinning unsteadily be- hind scenes . . . will we ever forget how we felt after that first night? . . . and then the second performance which more than made up for the shortcomings of they first . . . bou- quets to everyone . . . money for the fund, too-though we're not entirely mercenary minded . . . first election ever held for office of Student Council 'cprexyw and cabinet . . . Renny and Joe leading candidates . . . hot words flying, only to be forgotten after elec- tion . . . certainly a class divided against itselfw . . . seemed more like the issue was wlio Be Or Not To Be A Jitterbugw . . . good time while it lasted . . . Joe's the man of the day . . . all set for next year now. . . . Weare on the last lap . . . regents looming up in the distance . . . never realized how much good marks meant before . . . college catalogues littering desks . . . whispered con- ferences with lVlr. Shear about the future . . . Senior play, c'Young Adventurew . . . Buster and Ruth Hafley doing superb jobs . . . every- one did . . . canit name them all . . . Doug's late entrance while the cast frantically ad libs . . . Skevyw and student director, Ruth Cas- savant, being dragged out blushing for a cur- tain call . . . clapped that night till my hands were sore . . . source themes . . . practically the whole Senior class meeting in the State li- brary . . . ORIOLE meetings . . . all for a bigger and better year book . . . controversies and yet, through it all, a pervading spirit of BCHS cooperation . . . funny how we donit feel like Seniors at all . . . they7re supposed to be serious, arenat they? . . . did you ever look down the corridor of the school from your guide desk? . . . how many memories it must hold! . . . sort of sorry to leave it . . . while welre walking down the aisle to our diplomas weill feel pretty sad in a way . . . wish us luck. il.

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Prophecy of the Class of 742 THE night is very still and quiet. All the land lies silent under the mystery of darkness. Above, the skies shine with a sprinkling of bright stars, and in the distance katydids chirp to the soft stir of night animals and birds. It is a good time to rest and think and perhaps to dream a little. In the small hours, imagination comes to life as the body sinks down into slumber. It kindles fire and bursts into all the fine and beautiful things that men would like to do, say and be. Let us recline on a soft bank of green grass. Let us look up at the starsg and perhaps one of them will change into a new, a perfect world for us. Then if we close our eyes and wish, this world may become real, and we may find ourself walking up, up into the night, to the very gates of a new land. Since it is make- believe, we can have it as near to the veritable fairy-land as the one about which we have all dreamed. It can be Utopia: Shangri-La. It can house all our hopes and ambitions, all our wishes come true. ln the back of our minds, we have always desired the wonder of achiev- ing success-complete happiness. Let us make this star-world a place in which all of the things come true that we've always wanted. Here, we shall do what we want to do, say what we want to say. Weill be actors and actresses, poets, musicians, painters, writers, all of great renown. Shall we create this world-this fantasy come true, a place of warmth and sunshine and granted wishes? Then come with me, and we shall explore it together-this lllusaland. As though by magic, we find ourselves standing on a broad highway directly facing an impressive structure. It is a gate to be sure -not pearly though, but made of opalescent glass, with a slide window resembling those of the speak-easies before the repeal of the 18th amendment. Knock once, twice, thrice and the slot slides open and out pops a head. The face is familiar. Who could it be? Then the mist of forgetfullness lifts and we connect it with a voice, a soft melodious bass-Rodger Fryer! With a Step right up folks, make yourself at homelw The gate swings open and we are inside. Our first impression is one of much activity, with many people busy at tasks of great im- portance. The highway stretches out into an endless ribbon in the distance, dotted on each side with buildings, fields and side streets. Our self-appointed guide growls his delight at our unexpected company, and proposes to show us about. We conveniently lose ourselves in a crowd of people and set out alone to see what's what. Everyone seems more or less headed in one direction, so we tag along, and soon enter a large building, the executive department of this country. President Burgess is finishing an address to the chamber with a fine oratorical flourish and relinquishes the floor to the pes- simistic grueling of Congressman Douglas Rook, who makes an involved discourse on the coming down-fall of democracies and the pos- sibilities of war. ltas too early in the morning for this, so out we go again. Racing pell-mell up the street comes a caval- cade of beautiful girls. We leap to one side to avoid collision, scream a welcome to Flumie, Nickie, Joan and Gerty. The afternoon matinee has just let out and all the show girls are headed for home and bed till the 9 olclock opening. lust as welre being dragged over to Gerty's for a coke and cigarette, weire accosted by one of our old pals, Jackie Adams, who de- mands that we come and watch the kids in his gym class beat the stufiings out of Harry Swartoufs team. But after we reach the field, the rival teams and physical ed. directors start a free-for-all over a play on the 5th yard line, so we sneak off to do a little more snooping. For variationis sake we turn off on one of the side roads and find ourselves on Parambu- lator lane. It is here that all the patient fathers and mothers come to air their precious off- spring. There is lack Van Zandt and linny Arnold, pardon-Jinny Van Zandt, parading little Jacky-a blossoming two-year old, and Soapy , rj ,I x a I - Z. iq Q... who cares for Junior while papa Rayme is 1251.