Canastota High School - Toot Yearbook (Canastota, NY)

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The Class of 1941

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1941 THE TOOT 1941 EDITORIAL Four years are a long time when one is young. It is often long enough to make or break men. Therefore, when we entered C. H. S. four years ago, we were entrusting much of the development of our characters to the men and women with whom we came in daily contact. By their word and examples they became, unconsciously the criterion by which we judged ourselves. And they have not failed in this duty. We know that we are leaving high school to become better citizens because of their in- fluence. Standing as we do on the brink of manhood and womanhood, we have seen daily the lype of men and women that we wish to become. Some of us will leave high school to go on to more advanced education; for many of us, formal education will end with graduation day. But, where-ever we go, what-ever our walk of life may be, we will have had the best preparation that men can have, association with considerate, under- standing men and women whose own charac- ters have so often been fountains of strength, when youth needed help and encouragement. It is natural that we should not be with- out regrets on leaving this “foster mother,” our school. Here for four years we have work- ed and played, rejoiced and lamented. It has been a training ground for life, and the les- sons that we carry away are more than Latin or history or mathematics. We carry away a knowledge we owe to all those to whom we are now bidding farewell. —CHARLES BORGOGNONI BOARD OF EDUCATION Albert E. Campbell I)r. David M. Hoyt Mrs. May C. Phillips Joseph Waldo Claude B. Ellis Glen F. Bogardus. clerk During the four years which we have spent in high school, the class of ’41 has realized more and more the value of the Board of Education. We have come to look to them for guidance and help, and their ability and untiring patience have earned them our un- dying gratitude. The success of our present school system has also been made possible thru the aid of these sames ones who represent the various industries and professions and have been very willing to advise us in preparation for our life’s work. They deserve our praise in re- turn for this favor and our special thanks for their interest. In every great organization there exist behind the scenes those who toil ceaselessly, yet seek no reward. They are the bases of all results and success. They are the ones who deserve the laurels. It is thus in our school system and there- fore we wish to express our sincere apprecia- tion to you, the Board of Education for our past, present and future educational oppor- tunities. —DORIS DURFEE

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THE TOOT 7 CLASS HISTORY For the first time this year we realize that another semester is coming to an end. Does it seem possible that four years have elapsed since we first met in Mrs. Smith’s room on that rainy afternoon in Septembei-, 1937 ? Do you remember how new everything was in the line of electing officers? But we were triumphant and succeeded in selecting as president, Charles Borgognoni; vice pre- sident, Albert Deppoliti; secretary, LaVema Fox and treasurer, Doris Durfee. Perhaps you don’t remember that, but you couldn’t forget our initiation which was anything but ordinary. Our pi’esident lost his newly ac- quired dignity when donning an apron and carrying a doll thru our halls of learning. However, we survived, (didn’t we?) as we made our social debut later at a party on Hallowe’en. I’ve almost forgotten myself, but not quite, the dishes we broke then. However, we have fonder memories of our next event, a picnic held at Scot Noose Park which ter- minated our freshman year. Now that I think of it, our sophomore year started out with a bang, in fact, a back fire. For after we had elected Charles Boi-- gognoni as president, Holden Shumard as vice president, Betty Maine as treasurer and LaVerna Fox as secretary, we all attended a party in the high school, and don’t forget the upper classmen who crashed the gates. Well, all this was done during the process of tam- ing our preeminence, for you probably re- member how superior we felt to the fresh- men. We initiated the latter with much en- thusiasm and then we settled down again. I guess the proudest moment of that year was when we saw our class window, green and orange on the south side of the building. Well, another year ended, and we were rather sorry, weren’t we? I think maybe we had saved most of our vim and vigor (or should I be frank and say ambition?) for our junior year, when we attained great heights. Then in September we elected our officers as follows: president Charles Borgognoni; (this was by then get- ting to be a habit, wasn’t it?) vice president, Annie Morecroft; secretary, Doris Durfee and treasurer, Phyllis Woolsey. Somewhere along those two previous years we had procured, or perhaps grown, that necessary piece of equipment—a backbone. So—we were off. Our most daring attempt was the Junior Prom. Phyllis Woolsey was with us then, you know, and she was our chairman. We toiled on May 10, 1940 over the decorations which represented a ship. Yes, it was a great suc- cess and you looked lovely. Many of our Juniors made us proud that year for they were active in athletics, drama- tics and music. Finally came the junior-senior picnic, and we juniors acted as the pocketbook. Of course, we were heckled by our upper class- mates about the quality of the food, and you and I never could figure out why they ate so fast and so furiously, could we? However, it could never be said that we didn’t enjoy it, even though you did spend the day on the roller coaster and in the hot dog stand. It was indeed a great climax to a gi'eat year. Of course, we don’t have to think very hard to remember the first meeting of our senior year. You were there when we elect- ed as president, Charles Borgognoni again (you can’t really blame him—all the presi- dents were running overtime that year) vice president, Doris Durfee, secretary-treas- urer, Annie Morecroft. What a whirlwind of activities we’ve had since then! Our treasury prospered and then we made plans for the publication of the Toot, and our final fling, the Senior Ball. Yes, everything this year has gone well, and now for the first time we realize an- other semester is coming to an end. It doesn’t seem possible, does it? —DORIS DURFEE