Canastota High School - Toot Yearbook (Canastota, NY)

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THE TOOT 32 AIN’T THEY HAD FUN Foreword Recorded herein is the fun and frolic of the class of 1946. If by reading this chronol- ogy of the class, any explanation of the mod- ern generation is obtained, it is purely co- incidental and absolutely absurd. Chapter I The first clear memory that remains with me is a potato on a stick as a symbol of subserviance to the sophomores. I wonder how many ex-freshmen can still recite the Chinese prayer. In the spring, the verdant freshmen co- vetously watched the upper classmen stealth- ily depart from the sacred portals of learning to the famous Wampsville courthouse. It’s a shame that the trial wasn’t postponed for three years until they were bold seniors. Would someone like to have an operation like the one that was performed on Eugene Simpson during assembly when numerous strange and varied articles were withdrawn from the delicate incision made by a rusty hack-saw. Chapter II Phew! The strongest memory of the sophomore year is the all-pervading essence of a Mephitis nigra. What a pantomime the Latin II class put on! The courageous Marcus Tullius, alias Sam Tomarchio, bravely leaped into a hole in the Roman forum, exemplified by an old flat tire. President Joe Cerio, after a great deal of pressure was forced into permitting several class parties to be held. I realize that Joe, a serious, thrifty, industrious boy still regrets the expenditures, but I am sure that the class does not. Chapter III In their junior year, they were the first of the privileged classes who were permitted to study eleventh year social studies. All the scholars went into raptures when the won- derful news was announced. Say, Tommy Randle was quite an auc- tioneer; especially when he disposed of cream from Burke’s contented cows! And remember Amilita’s big bond that helped buy seven jeeps. I understand that certain members of the departing class (initials B. B. and R. C.) wish to extend their humble apologies to Miss Dominy for the most tragic affair dur- ing this year. On the night of our own Junior Pi'om, many of the 16 year old junior boys first pi- loted the family chariot through the mists of night while they anxiously watched the rear- view mirror for an approaching spotlight. There were numerous drips present at the junior-senior picnic, or rather drops—I mean rain drops. Green Lake has some of the finest textured mud in this section of God’s earth. Chapter IV As plenipotentiary seniors, in our small way, we tided to impress our personalities up- on the school. Our achievements include: a Student Council constitution, a Dramatic Club constitution, a revitalization of the Thespians, and publication of the (quote) Biggest and (unquote) Best “Toot” in C. H. S. history. The football season really came to a tri- umphal close right after “Scat” Caldwell scored the winning touchdown in the Oneida game. I thought the team was going to have cat-fits right out on the field, mud covered and wet though they were. Before the “Gay Nineties Revue”, there was a flood of dark-faced boys with big red lips lurking in the corners, ready to plant a rosy symbol on any unwary girl’s cheek. Remember the classic phrase “I gotta go home and milk my caow?” Did you ever see such a crowd as that which filled the auditorium on the night of the “Gay Nineties Revue”? I thought sure the floor would collapse by the time they got the ears of corn unloaded upon the suffering humanity. The whirl of graduation activities was a great success with the happy victors over the malignant regents board triumphantly set- ting sail upon the sea of life. Author’s Note This book was designed to stir the em- bers of cooling memories. If it gives one per- son one moment of happiness in fond recol- lection, its purpose has been accomplished. (Signed) FATHER TIME