Canastota High School - Toot Yearbook (Canastota, NY)

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THE TOOT CLASS ALPHABET is for Aquino, he’ll reach his ambition And the motto of his orchestra will be “precision”. is for Barott and Burke, tried and true, Burns, Buttino, Barres and the Bargaboses two. is for Chadick, two Cerios, Caldwell and Clark About their virtues we are not in the dark. is for Dawley, DeAngelis, DeBrucque and Devine, DePasquale and DeVito, they’ll get along fine. is for Everyone and all they have done To make our high school life a pleasant one. is for Fisher and Furfaro, too, Their deeds shall be many, their troubles few. is for Grilli, one of the best, We know that she will meet any test. is for Haines, known as Jerry, His anecdotes have made us merry. is for Intelligence, in which we excel, But our dread of exams it does not expel. is for June, the end of the school year, Regents come then, of which we have fear. is for Kincaid, with the pretty blonde curls, Her’s are envied by all the girls. is for Logudice, Lahah, Loomis and Lisi, They’re always good folks, never dizzy. is for Malvaso, and Maula, both true, Musacchio and Miller, success to them too.

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THE TOOT 13 CLASS HISTORY We, the Class of 1946, started our High school career off with great anticipation of future good times. After a few awe-stricken days in C. H. S., we decided to have a class meeting. (Remember; we were bashful then.) Under the guidance of Miss Powers and Miss Heller we elected officers, Richard Clark, president; Harvey Stocker, vice president; Charlotte Parks, secretary; and Margaret Fisher, treasurer. Navy blue and white are our chosen colors, and our flower is the daf- fodil. Our motto is “Amor patriae est nostra lex” (Love of country is our Law). The next big issue, or at least the Soph- omores thought so, was OUR initiation. (Hail Sophomore! was ringing through the halls for a few days.) We had just as good a time as the Sophomores did any way. Our class began its social activities in high school by taking part in the annual Hal- lowe’en Party. We showed movies, sold ice cream, and told fortunes to earn some money to help pay expenses for the coming year. Later in the year we held two dances for everyone in the school and had one party for ourselves. We returned to C. H. S. in September 1943 as prominent Sophomores with another exciting year ahead. As we reorganized our class this year all realized that we needed to cooperate to succeed in being a good class. At once one of Benjamin Franklin’s favorite quotations came to us “We must all hang to- gether or assuredly we shall hang separate- ly”. We found this to be very true. For this important year to lead us, we chose Joe Cerio, president; Helen Vreeland, vice president; Charlotte Parks, secretary; and Margaret Fisher, treasurer. Our first important duty was the Fresh- men Initiation to which we gave our complete attention. We at least enjoyed our share in the annual event and we are sure the Fresh- man escaped without much suffering. We raised our money by holding two dances during the year. We had enough mon- ey in our Freshman year to purchase our window but it wasn’t put up with the rest until this year. Although ’46 seemed quite a long time away to us then, it seemed good to see our year and window up there. We started off an eventful Junior year by electing the following officers: Thomas Randle, president; Sam Tornatore, vice pres- ident; Joan Taylor, secretary; Jean Dawley, treasurer. In September we held a class party which was so successful that we had another in March. This time we invited the Seniors. (Remember the three-legged race?) What fun! ! In November we chose our class rings which finally arrived in March. (Our third finger, right hand was very conspicuous for some time.) We sponsored a Jeep Drive during our Junior year which was a great success. Our goal was one jeep and we sold over $10,000 worth of bonds and stamps, the equivalent of seven jeeps. Our most important event of that year was the Junior Prom held on April 27th. We are sure that it was a real success. At last we now occupied seats in Study Hall as “Seniors”. As our leaders this year, we chose, William Caldwell, president; Rich- ard Clark, vice president; Jean Dawley, sec- retary; Phyllis Wuilliez, treasurer. This year we lost one of our advisors who had been a great help to our class, Miss Heller, but taking her place was Miss Bick- ford, who has already endeared herself to us. With Graduation as our aim we were now ready for business. We had parties for ourselves and dances for everyone in school. Before we realized it we were making plans for the publication of the “Toot” and for the Senior Ball. We would like to thank Miss Powers es- pecially, for her intellectual guidance and Miss Bickford for her cooperation in our ac- tivities during this past year. To everyone, this class history may not seem important among so many others but to us it is the record of the most important days of our lives. And although we leave C. H. S. its memories will always be close to our hearts. —CHARLOTTE PARKS

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 THE TOOT 15 CLASS ALPHABET N is for Nastasi, our student of art, A loss to the school when from her we part. 0 is for Oneida, our rival town, It shall never get our team down. P is for the two Pextons, the school clowns, Also Parks, and Patterelli, who never wear frowns. Q is for Quizzes, a teacher’s ideal, We never begin them with any great zeal. R is for the two Randles, Romagnoli, too And for Robotham, she’ll never be blue. S is for Salamino, and the Smiths, Barb and Dot, Also for Scanlan, happy will be their lot. And Sicilia, Spara and Shuler, good classmates three, Spencer, Stocker, and Stevens, successes they’ll be. T is for Taylor, Tomarchio, Turner and Tornatore, When they leave C. H. S. we’re sure to hear more and more. U is for Union, which makes us strong, With it our class can never go wrong. V is for Vreeland, Helen by name, Few her setbacks, great her fame. W is for Watson, Wilde, Wilson and Wollaber, And Wuilliez too, all of the very first caliber. X is for X-tra men for which we’ve a need, May fate send us some with the greatest speed. Y is for the Years spent here in school, Even now the teachers we can never fool. Z is for Zombies, of which we have many, But can you imagine a school without any. —BEVERLY SHULER