Bolivar Central School - Gusher Yearbook (Bolivar, NY)

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 i ✓ : r-' I •Wrjc,-. Glass Prophecy The blazing sun was beating down mercilessly upon the hot desert sands. For hours the monoton' ous sameness of this uninterrupted landscape had greeted me in every direction when suddenly, choking from thirst and searching the horizon for a place of promised relief, my gaze fell upon what appeared to •. be the outline of an abandoned castle. Its spires pierced the sky and its massive foundations resembled the structure of a great fortress. Could this really be true or was it all but a mirage or the wishful illusion of a weary and hopeful traveler? The shock of speculation as to this strange experience was too great even to be overcome by the marked discipline that I attempted to impose upon myself, for suddenly I lost consciousness, only to awake after a time, the length of which I shall perhaps never be able to determine except, as the sequence of later events would indicate, it must have been years. Rubbing my eyes. I felt refreshed. I was no longer thirsty nor tired. The knapsack in which I had carried my treasures had crumbled to dust, but the nuggets it contained shone brilliantly, as they had been polished by the storms of years. Carefully collecting these priceless possessions, the yields of labor long past performed, I looked for the castle and there it stood in all its beauty and grandeur. On first sight it had been so impressive that 1 had neglected to see the city that surrounded it. How interesting and how inviting it all appeared. Suddenly my meditation was interrupted by the strange sound of a plane in the sky—then a flash of light outlining the numbers 1975. Could this be the year 1975? Yes, it was and I was looking at the city of the Forty-niners. Would 1 know any of the residents? Well, we’ll see. The first person I saw was Leland Blakeslee, world famous helldiver, surrounded by faithful admirers heartily congratulating him upon his latest victory. For him, however, the day was not one of complete joy, for one of his closest friends had been injured in the day’s race and “Blakes” was anxious to go immediately to the hospital to inquire as to the extent of his injuries. Here we saw nurses, Mary Jean Case, Shirley Montgomery, and Charmian Monroe, assisting the doctor in caring for the injured. The next day the accident received a column and a half in the local newspaper, owned and operated by Jim Herrick and Bob Schnettler. Working for them were Eleanor Hall and Joan McKay. On another page was an ad to buy “Dresses by Charlotte (Bliss) and another to bring all commercial art work to Earl and Lundy (Bill and Dutch). Later, the scene shifted to the new school house, designed by Neil Dempsey with Eugene Best as head engineer. There I found many old schoolmates back in school again. I saw the school nurse’s office, where Phyllis Cowles was dental hygienist and Laura Sherman was the local dietitian. Jim Jordan was the musical director, Mary Hughes was doing pre-kindergarten work, Jackie Dunn teaching second grade, Jean Faulkner, commercial, Pat Ordway, home economics, and Gordon George, agriculture. In Principal Zola Goodridge’s office 1 saw Donna Kuhn, his secretary, talking to Mrs. Edwin Mitchell (Celia Hurd), who was starting her children in school. Then my attention was directed to the surrounding city. Its population, I was told, was over 100,-000. Some called it Bolivar; others spoke of it as the city of the Forty-niners. Rachel Kocher, now a social worker, with the assistance of a sanitary engineer by the name of Wayne Torrey, was cleaning up the slums of the city, having become interested in this work after reading Robert Wood’s best selling novel, “Garbage Alley.” Jim Schena was directing the new public housing project. The scene then shifted to a courtroom where a lawsuit was in progress. The defendant was Ronald Cline, the well known business man. Defending him was Jesse June, a very prominent lawyer, who was assisted by his secretary, Donna Bush. Mr. Cline’s secretary, Marilyn Wasson, was testifying in his behalf. The court stenographer, Jenny Schiralli, was busily taking notes of the proceedings. Continued on Page 27 25

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PHYLLIS STIVES chief book repairer — little body with a mighty heart—one of many Library Club 2 3 4, Christmas Pag' cant 3, Choir 2 3, Hockey 3 WAYNE TORREY ■Bob’’— finished by Otto—primary interest, Thelma. Thelma. Thelma— ambition, to settle down with (guess who) Library Club 1, F. F. A. 1 2 3 4 (Reporter 4), Christmas Pageant 2 3 4. Choir 2 3 4, Football 2 3 4 (Co'captain 4), Track 2 3 4, Bas-kctball 4, Senior Play Committee 4, Sentinel Staff 4, Gusher Staff 4 MARILYN WASSON loves neu» records — usually found with Charlotte—tall and fair Class Secretary 2 3, Junior Play 3, Senior Play 4, Choir 3, Sentinel Staff 3 4, Girls' Ensemble 3 5 MARIE WILSON ROBERT WOOD homey type—lost without Pat—shy Girls' Ensemble 3 4, Christmas Pag' eant 3 4, Choir 4, F.H.A. 4, Gusher Staff 4 “Woodie”— 49er’j youngster— the boy with those Toni curls—here to' day. gone tomorrow Choir 2 3, Rifle Club 4 24 %

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Glass H ill For twelve long and happy years we, the Forty-niners, have explored many areas; we have prospected every claim; we have been rewarded with few disappointments, but many treasures The memory of their acquisition and the personal qualities that these experiences have afforded us we shall carry with us throughout the years to come. The symbols themselves belong to Alma Mater and to our loyal successors. In the hope that the joy of achieving may never be dulled by the absence of its lighter compensations we, the Forty-niners, do solemnly will and bequeath to the class of 1950 the following symbols of identification: I, Eugene Best, do bequeath my musical talents to Margit W'interherger. I. Leland Blakeslee, leave my shortness of stature to Kevin Macdonald. I, Charlotte Bliss, present my card playing ability to Anne Jandrew with the hope that you can sjct better deals than I did. I, Donna Bush, will my love to Don Lounsberry. I. Mary Jean Case, leave pan of my height to Kay Dunn. I, Ronald Cline, endow Catherine Ryan with my horsemanship ability. I, Jerry Codispoti, give my booming voice to Harold Stives on the condition that he take my place in choir. I. Phyllis Cowles, bestow my love of sports upon Jean Flicker. I. Neil Dempsey, bequeath by Spanish accent to Gaylord Newell I. Jackie Dunn, endow Sally Ann Brunell with my alto voice. I, Biil Earl, present my artistic touch to Bill Tower. I. Jean Faulkner, give my flirtatious disposition to Joan Ryan. I, Gordon George, leave my dreaminess to Gerald Lineman and Merle Crandall (clouds). I, Reggie Goodnoe, will my skipping ability to Elouise Baldwin (as if she needed it). I, Zola Goodridge. give my place in the band to Bill Ingalls. I, Eleanor Hall, present my sophisticated air to Mickey Cotter in the hope that it will calm her down. I. Jim Herrick, bequeath my dark wavy hair to Jim Champlin. I, Mary Hughes, bestow my sunny disposition upon Barb Campbell. (What will she do with more?) I, Celia Hurd, leave my option on engagement rings to Beverly Moyer. I. Jim Jordan, transfer my wolfing ability to Ed Wallace (You 11 really need to beware now, giris.) I La Verne Jordan, donate my ability to spell to anyone who can decipher my writing. I, Jesse June, present Fred Benjamin with my hatred of missing classes. I, Rachel Kocher, give my position on the “Sentinel to some worthy journalist. I, Donna Kuhn, leave my quiet ways to Jean Millard. (Not that she needs them.) I. Marlene Loucks, bequeath my artistic ability to the entire Junior Class. I. Dutch Lundy, unwillingly do submit my place as class clown (which became evident at Little’ Rock City) to Dick Albert. -♦ I, Joan McKay, will my secretarial ability to Kay Carrier and Thelma Smith. 26