Canastota High School - Toot Yearbook (Canastota, NY)

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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’.”

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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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THE TOOT 11 Class Alphabet A is for Carmie and Millie Albanese too. Members of the Senior Class, good and true. Bis for Jean Barrett, Johnnie and Paul, Good stout fellows, one and all. Cis for Cardner, Cary and Cramp, Whose spirits, we know, will never be damp. Dis for Debrucque, Richard and Jeanette, They 11 get along—on that you can bet. And for Deno, Sarah and Donny, Failures in life they never will be, Eis for Ruth Evans, quiet and trim. She’ll never be left hanging out on a limb. fis for Jane, Floyd, Ginny and Fobare; Also for Madeline—our best wishes go there. Gis for Dick. Betty, Nancy and Bob G., For them a bright future we surely can see. His for Louie, Hamlin. David, and surely Hatch, In any of them you’d have a good catch. I is for initiative which our class possesses For getting its members out of tight messes. Jis for Lewis James an actor of talent, To achieve success his road is bent. Kis for or-KIDS, to our class they go, Our heads nor our spirits will never be low. Lis for Audrey, Vinny and Lizzio, Good sports they are—that I know and you know, Also for Natalie, Bob and Rose Lumbrazo, too, Their gains are many, their losses are few. Mis for Angelo, Harmon and Martha so fair, They sailed through their four years with never a care. Also for J. Musso and our sailor boy Bill, I doubt if there’s any one his shoes he could fill. Nis for nothing of which we know much, I’m afraid I’ll admit we’re not a bright bunch. is for the owl wise and large-eyed— (J A trait which the faculty claims we’ve all been denied. Pis for Nancy, Barbara and Freddie, Successful one day we know they will De. Also for Peters and Guy Ponticello They said they’d graduate—we know they will do so. Qis for quizzes in each and every class, We tried and tried but never did pass. Ris for Jean, Fern, Richard and Relyea’s four, They’re all lots of fun-never a bore. Sis for Seabrook, Seitz and Johnny Smith Whose lives shall be of happiness, the very pith; Also for short Santa and shorter Shirley, Some day we hope they’ll be 5 foot 3”. Tis for Tornabene and also Carmen Tornatore For whom troubles of school life soon will be present no more. Uis for the unity every class should possess After several long years in old C. H. S. Vis for Victory in which we had strength, Our football team knew that and won games no length. Wis for Waldo and Wilkinson too, Their success shall be great, their troubles, few. Xis for the x-ams at the end of the year That the Senior class passes with many a tear. Yis for the years so laboriously spent Poring over books with our heads low bent. Zis for Connie, last but not least, On the food of her thought we’d surely have a feast. —NANCY GREINER