Canastota High School - Toot Yearbook (Canastota, NY)

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THE TOOT 9 History of the Senior Class Contrary to the rule, the weather on our first day in that magnificent institution call- ed Canastota High School was delightful. After a few awe-stricken days, we, the class of 1943 decided to have a meeting. With Mrs. Samuel Fudesco as our advisor, we elected: Richard Perretta, President; Michael DiNun- zio, vice president; Marie Lambo, treasurer; and Ruth Evans, secretary On October 29, 1939, we held a Hallowe’en party in the gym. In January 1940, we had a sleigh ride which ended up in a ditch on some country road. The class (somewhat angry) made its way back to the school where the re- maining portion of the evening was spent in playing silly games like “wink-um” and “cof- fee-pot”. Meetings and parties came and went as we freshmen began to make a name for our- selves. We returned in September 1940 as sopho- mores, faced with a new and exciting year a- head of us. This year, to lead us on our merry way, we chose: David Hoyt, President; Frank Mariano, vice president; Mary Waldo, secre- tary and Carmela Aquino, treasurer. As sophomores, the freshman initiation was our pride and joy. At last we had those freshmen where we wanted them, and did not hesitate to spread it on a little heavier to make up for our freshman year (and then some). We entertained at a Christmas dance and also at another party on April 19. The latter was a surprise birthday party in honor of our advisor, Mrs. Fudesco. In April of the same year, our class window was installed and unveiled; and even now, in our Senior year, there comes a sense of de- served pride when we seniors gaze at the crimson and silver window which so proudly is exhibited, along with the other windows, to all the students who will ever enter the portals of C. H. S. Perhaps our most uneventful year was our Junior year. We were now accustomed to high school, and most of our thoughts were on the next year when we would be Seniors (and sit in the study hall). That year we e- kcted: Robert Gleason, President; Richard Perretta, vice-president; Carmela Aquino, secretary and Ruth Evans, treasurer. The act of taking money into the treasury and saving it gave way to our former habit of getting rid of it—fast. The only important social event of the year was the annual Junior Prom. Carmela Aqui- no was elected chairman of the affair. It turned out to be a huge success. September 1, 1943 marked a big day in our lives, for it was then that we entered C. H. S. as Seniors, with only 190 school days be- fore graduation. As our leaders we chose; Michael DiNunzio, President; Carmela Aqui- no, vice-president; Evelyn Fobare, secretary; and Nancy Panebianco, treasurer. We started out with a bang. Robert Glea- son and Nancy Panebianco were chosen as editor and assistant editor, respectively, of the “Toot” Canastota High School’s annual yearbook. Freddie Penna and “Eve” Fobare were chosen co-chairmen of the Senior Ball. Concentrating on class dues was the main work of the officers—of course, not to men- tion that we had any anxiety at all about re- ceiving our little piece of paper on the day of Commencement. The success of Class Night, Baccalaureate and Commencement remains now to be seen. Our active history will have ended, but the spirit of CHS will always remain a most pleasant memory in our minds. —NANCY PANEBIANCO

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8 THE TOOT Madeline Fratini. Her private secretary was Natalie Logudice. Freddie and Evie are married, but while Freddie is riding around in his Buick intent on being a typical New York playboy, Evie is hard at work as private secretary to Lewis James, New York’s ablest criminal lawyer. Finding that so many of our classmates were in New York, Connie and I decided to take the half hour trip to New York to see if we might contact some of them. We went to Syracuse to catch a plane and there we found that Angelo Malvaso was man- ager of the aii lines while Millie Albanese was his secretary. Josephine Musso and Betty Graham also worked there as secretaries.. We went out to the Airport and there we found Louis Haight and Ernie DiGaspari, the best aviation mechanics in the business. The stewardess greeting passengers at the door looked familiar, and upon closer examin- ation it turned out to be Martha Maxwell, looking very stunning indeed in her uniform. After the plane had taken off, she came back to our seat and talked with us for a few minutes. She told us that Richard Debrucque was piloting our plane and Deno Dolci was the co-pilot. We also learned that Pai. Hatch and Michael DiNunzio had designed the plane and Donald Devine was their crack test pilot. We arrived in New York a few minutes la- ter and decided to check in at a hotel. Imag- ine our surprise when we were greeted by the manager himself, David Hoyt. David had made quite a name for himself—his hotel be- ing the swankiest in New York. It was de- signed by John Smith, who was also quite famous, Shirley Cardner was working with David as his secretary. Later in the day we went for a stroll and . soon we came to a beautiful Baptist Church. The sign outside said Rev. Robert Hamlin, minister. We decided to go in and see if by chance he were there. On entering the door we heard beautiful organ music issuing from inside and upon further investigation it prov- ed to be our own Jean Ray. That same night we saw a radio program featuring the talented Shirley Sorci. On the same program was Virginia Foley, a vocalist. At dinner David told us that his closest friend, Robert Gleason, was now a world- famous chemical engineer. He had his own laboratory and working with him was Har- mon Matteson, a famous dehydrator. Two days later, after having visited most of our old friends, we decided to see Carmie Aquino a renowned lawyer. We took a plane again and this time found that our pilot was Vinny Lomonaco and our hostess, Barbara Loguidice. After some time, feverishly spent hunting Carmie, we found her and persuaded her to have lunch with us. She told us that Cliff and Dot Cramp, two of her closest friends, lived in the same apartment house with her. Cliff was working as an interpreter in the Pentagon. She told us that their oldest son was going to a school in which Jean Barrett and Carmen Tornatore were physical edu- cation instructors. Jane Farnam was the head nurse in the adjoining hospital, and Isabella Relyea was her assistant. Fern Rob- erts worked there as a dietician and Richard Gallagher was the superintendent. We traveled back to New York and just before we left for home we remembered our sailor Bill Mott. After inquiring, we found that he was still serving proudly in Uncle Sam’s Navy. That’s about where I woke up. I wonder if any of it will ever come true9???? —NANCY GREINER The party had reached its peak when Con- nie was asked sing. Miss Moses asked the lady next to her if she had ever heard her sing. The lady said: “No.” Miss M.: “You have something to look backward to.”

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10 THE TOOT Class Will We, the class of 1943 of Canastota High School, being of sound mind and body (once in a while) have decided that we should part with some of our fond possessions. We be- queath the following: To the Army and Navy—We leave the fel- lows. To the Freshmen of Room 16—The banner (they have it anyway). To Roger Barott—Five traps to be set in C. H. S. for wolves (instead of skunks). To Eugene Simpson—A pass on the New York Central between Canastota and Syracuse. To Mr. McLean—Our deepest gratitude for his patience during third and fifth per- iod study halls. To Peggie’s capable hands—Nancy Panebi- anco leaves her achievements in K. E. To Miss Penna—Chains to fasten the Amer- ican History books to the library shelves. To Some group of bus pupils—We gratefully leave the “cheese-box” and Poke. To Joanne Fusillo—Hospital insurance. To the Faculty—More gum chewers. To Jack Petrie—David Hoyt leaves his danc- ing technique. To The pupils—A secret underground to Wampsville ( in case of another trial). To Jessie Moore—Gertrude Seitz leaves some of her quiet characteristics. To Ruth Barrett—Some of Connie’s carefree ways. To Buster Schmidt—John B., leaves his way with the women. To The Glee Club—Grand times like the ones we’ve had preparing for operettas. To Any class which can qualify—A valedic- torian and salutatorian like ours. To Antone—A girl to calm him down (like Ann Y.) To The Juniors—More driver’s licenses. To History C Students—Someone like Car- mie to crack jokes when a “little test” (also the ball) is just around the corner. To Miss Powers—Fewer 100’s in her Latin classes. To Marjorie Cordell—Jean Ray gladly leaves a few inches of her height. To Katie Buda—Ginny leaves her way of luring unsuspecting males. To Norman Johnson—Bob Gleason leaves his ability in tickling the ivories. To Miss Moses—A place in our hearts as another grand music teacher. To Shirley Tuttle—Nancy Greiner leaves her ability to hear the latest moron jokes. To Larry Waldo—Seven study halls a day, five days a week. To Harold Spencer—Floyd Fisher leaves one (and only one) of his pretty girls who have made his desk one of the most in- teresting in the study hall. To Everyone—Decent school hours (say from 2:30 - 3:30. To Mrs. Fudesco—A box of Aspirin tablets for the headaches that the class of ’43 have given her for the last four years. To The Juniors—We leave our seats in study hall and also our books. We, the undersigned on this twenty-second day of June, in the year one thousand nine hundred and forty-three, duly proclaim this to be our Last Will and Testament. SENIOR CLASS OF ’43 —M. MAXWELL Mary Waldo was driving along a country road when she spied a couple of repairmen climbing telephone poles. “Fools,” she ex- claimed to her companion, “they must think I never drove a car before.” DiGaspari: “Did he call you a blockhead?” Carmen: “No, he said, ‘pull your cap down the woodpeckers are coming’.”