Canastota High School - Toot Yearbook (Canastota, NY)

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THE TOOT 9 ding March echo thru the auditorium and I see, walking slowly from the altar of matrimony, Katherine Greinei and Curtis Cronk— the well-known ten- nis star. And then, as I walk along the high- way that was the Seneca turnpike, a shining limousine passes. I recogniz- ed the chauffeur of this great vehicle as Blaine Hazen and realize that he has the responsible position of driving Mrs. Smith to school daily. And it came to pass that the lights from a great billboard hanging high above Broadway bear the glittering statement A second Caruso--The World’s Greatest Tenor George Haz- en.” And then, as I slowly traversed the streets of the great city of Canastota and shouts of Extra! Extra! greeted my ears. I pushed to buy a paper and in the headlines I read that there had been a great battle and that the brave general, Colton Tibbits had led the American forces to victory. Then I am borne by the Spirit to a large theatre where Carl Dentler is playing Uncle Tom in a revival of that famous play “Uncle Tom’s Cabin.” And it came to pass that while I pondered these wondrous things in my heart that the door of a home swung open and I found therein a household made happy by a wife and mother, Ruth Greiner, a former basketball star. And while I watched the home lights die away I was borne on the wings of my dream to a large football stadium and there the team of C. H. S. rushed on to victory under the leadership of their coach, Herbert Norton, acclaimed by many as a second Knute Rockne. And while my mind was still dream- ing of great athletes I saw Donald Fritz playing with the Davis Cup team in the place occupied by George Lott in 1931. And a change took place in my dreams and I found myself attending the commencement exercises of a great university where Helen Guss- willer and William Hamlin who had added to that vast store of knowledge which they acquired in C. H. S. receiv- ed degrees of Doctor of Philosophy. Then I found myself within the walls of the Louvre where people thronged to see the paintings of that famous artist, Mary Newberry. And now I glimpsed the professional circles and moving to and fro therein were Joseph DeMauro and Milton Clarke, WaJl Street Brokers. And with- in the quiet of a neighboring hospital Olive Relyea and Nancy Pugliano soothe the fevered brows and other- wise live up to the names they have earned—“The Ladies of the Lamp . And lo, I find myself at a great scientific convention. I hear that fam- ous chemist Raymond Caldwell who is by this time happily married to Jen- nie D’Amico, discuss the atomic the- ory in great detail. I also hear that great physicist, Gerald Shaffer, explain the Einstein Theory in such a man- ner that Einstein himself would not recognize his own brain-child. Then I was led to the desk of the Dean of Women at Cornell Universi- ty. The woman I found at the desk was none other than Gladys Baldwin. I was then conducted to the Munici- pal Airport where I found Alice Os- trander about to take off in her now rocket plane on a flight to the moon. And then I felt a great longing to be present at an assembly in that dear old institution of learning, Can- astota High School and I dreamed that I was there again singing “Mistress Shady’’ and all the tunes of so long ago. In the place of Miss Gaudern stood Veronica Capparelli who had no trouble at all in persuading the occu- pants of the front rows to sing Love’s Old Sweet Song.” And it came to pass that while my soul was held enraptured by the har- mony which came forth from the thioats of that student body, that I was filled with the desire to tread once again the homeward path which took me across the tracks. When I reached the crossing I was stopped by the great blue bulk of John Dineen who had taken Mr. Clocks responsi- bility of seeing that all the pedestrians

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THE TOOT 8 John Devine -The big man from New Boston. John Dineen Sixty miles an hour. Lattimer Lake Our Athlete. Helen Gusswiller The bright spot in the elass of ’31. Reba Phillips A good piano play- er. Sally Yarnell Did you hear the one about ???. George and Blaine Hazen Always willing to oblige. Curtiss Cronk—Days of leisure. Herbert Norton The life of any party. Thomas Spadafora A great athlete and what a grin. Florence Ackerman—A girl every- one likes. Veronica Capparelli A hard worker. Chas. VanZandt Gives advice free of charge. Joseph Chapman—A boy who loves to argue Joy TeWinkel The joy of the Sen- ior Class. Mabel Church If she doesn’t com- plain, something's wrong. Virginia Peach, Ruth Clarke, Alta Hiebert, Nancy Campbell and Helen Hough—Who think they are C H. S.’s four hundred. Lucie Tibbits-—A popular girl with a future. Grace Reed Our Little Jack Lit- tle . William Hamlin A popular fellow, good in sports. Fredric Dew A “General nuisance but popular. Raymond Caldwell A “not so stup- id” all around good fellow. Kenneth Clarke They can’t get by third when he’s on the base. Jennie D'Amico—A vain creature. Ruth Greiner An icicle. Lawrence Waldo—99 out of 100 can’t resist. Chick and Sam Tornatore Popular basketball players. Margery Cady—A man hater but a great scout (girl scout). Meredith Hough Popular with ev- eryone. Margaret Cronk -Popular for her entertaining. Howard Bemiss The teacher’s pro- blem. Dorice Olcott Another red head. CLASS PROPHECY Listen, oh ye men and women, youths and maidens to the words of wisdom from the lips of your prophet who now speaketh unto you what hath been revealed unto her even as it hath been decreed by the powers that be. For it has come to pass that the veil of the future hath been rent in twain and the Spirit of Prophecy hath descended from the spheres to envelope me as the chosen one of this great and good people the Class of 1931, to dream strange dreams and to see strange visions of the glories of the years yet to be. As I look into the land of the future I can discern moving among the dim shadows of the peoples yet to be, the familiar shapes of those fair and rad- iant beings who were once my class- mates now changed and transformed into citizens of the world outside, even as they had long hoped so to be. I can see our president, Emerson Welch as the owner of the Welch Con- fectionery Stores Inc. I see Charles VanZandt as the President of the First National Bank. I see Mabel Church a spinster, lecturing on the Redpath Chautauqua Circuit on the strong sub- ject of “Woman’s Independence of Man”. I see Charles Tornatore and Thomas Spadafora as prominent law- yers of the day. And behold, I look again and I can see moving among the society circles of that far-distant time, and among those who were most fair to look upon lone Robertson. Next I am led by the Spirit into a large cathedral. Strains of the “Wed-

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10 THE TOOT were conducted safely across that dangerous zone. And once again the door of a home swung wide and I saw Ruth Clarke as the matron thereof. I wished that I might see the inside of the old theatre again and immed- iately I found myself therein. At the entrance stood Tony Sgroi in the ca- pacity of ticket seller. And behold, another change came over the Spirit of my dream and I felt a strange desire to see my old chums Grace Reed and Elizabeth Fer- geson. And the Spirit of Prophecy, responding to my unspoken wish con- ducted me to a bachelor girl apart- ment in a large foreign city where the two were seated before a log fire. And as I looked in on them Grace, now a famous pianist opened her in- strument and called forth sweet strains of music while Betty rose to her feet and danced a joyous measure, her figure swaying from side to side at the appeal of the fantastic air. I was held in rapt silence by the beauty of the scene and the Spirit lead me home and we stopped by a stretch of fertile land where 'Richard Betsinger carried on the work of his father in the cultivation of the rich soil. And then, as the light faded from my dream I was carried across the continent to a dude ranch run by Florence Ackerman who spent a great deal of her time galloping madly a- cross the plains. And in the dim light of my dream I was conducted to the House of Rep- resentatives where the speaker was emphatically orating on some import- ant subject. I knew him to be Joseph Chapman, called by nearly all who heard him a second Patrick Henry. And verily, as I beheld this scene and marvelled thereat thinking “Aye, even as many hoped it will be the veil was drawn over mine eyes shut- ting out from my vision the “Things to Be” and I turned mine eyes back to the “Things that Are”, sure that as “coming events cast their shadows before”, only goodness and mercy, truth and prosperity shall follow all the days that are to come to the fair and beloved members of the Class of 1931. —Margaret Joy TeWinkel CLASS WILL vVe, the members of the class of 1931, of the high school of the village of Canastota, in the County of Madison and the State of New York, being in the last stage of high school activities but nevertheless of sound mind and body, possessing a feeling of generos- ity and acknowledging our superiority to the juniors and realizing the ur- gent need of our heirs, do, make, pub- ’ish and declare null and void any otner document which may be drawn by this stupid body. To our advisors Miss Clines and Mrs. Jones we leave memories of this bccile body. To the most honorable D. R. Mc- Lean we leave the study hall in peace and tranquillity. To Mr. Bogardus we leave a carton of “Old Golds providing he doesn’t cough more than once. To Mrs. Barott we leave a pair of earmuffs. Katherine Greiner leaves her love for Curtis Cronk to Alta Hiebert. To Mrs. Fudesco the Senior Class leaves a cook book and a ten cent can opener purchased at Shaffer’s store. Blaine Hazen leaves the care of Jen- nie D’Amico to her brother Charles. To “Pinky” Schmidt the Senior Class sincerely hope that the next physiog- raphy class will be supplied with cars for their field trip. To Joseph D’Amico, William Ham- lin leaves his school-boy blush.