Canastota High School - Toot Yearbook (Canastota, NY)

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THE TOOT 21 CLASS WILL We, the members of the senior class of Canastota High school, being of sound mind (?) and body, hereby declare this our last will and testament on this twenty-ninth day of June in the year 1948. Before leaving we have decided that we should part with some of our fond possessions. We bequeath the following: To any three girls: the trio leaves a place for a continuous exhibit of harmonious talent. To Lucie McConnell—another male to fill the 6th seat, 1st row in study hall. To all the Juniors—the seniors leave a li- brary supply of books on Russia. To Mr. Wright—11 fine musicians to fill the vacant chairs in band. To Virgina Burton—Angeline Bonaventwa leaves her boisterous ways. To Marilyn Vreeland—Helen Jaquin leaves her place as the class midget. To Barbara Orr—Patsy Cox leaves her place as glamour girl in the art department. To Johnny Lucarelli—Richard Johnson leav- es a place on the varsity basketball team. To Phyllis Aquino—Barbara Simpson leaves a part as the sophisticated actress. To Phillip Harney—Ralph Balducci leaves his ability to make a squeeze-box wheeze. To some unlucky person—Helen Moore leav- es her lengthy conflict with geometry. To Eddie Fisher—Ziff leaves some of his vim and vigor. To Rome, New York—Another visit by the Freedom Train. To Alfred Dunn—a bowl of “Pep.” To Jack Dawley—Fred Stokes’ gift of gab. To Little Joe—All rights to the name. To Maxine Haynes—another brother to chauffeur her to school every morning. To Shibley Pixley—Dick Brewer’s way with girls. To Theresa LeBlanc—a pet puppy to walk her home from school. To Marilyn Marsh—an alarm clock. To Miss Ryan—a bigger and better chance for a quiet library. To Miss Daniels—a gas mask for her chem- try classes. To Johnny Hallagan—Mary Lucarelli leaves her B. A. degree (Bachelor of Alibis). To Audrey Jones—her sister Shirley’s male sense. To Americo Tianello—Frank Lomonaco’s dunce cap in the art room. To Mr. Tornatore—a life insurance policy covering him during driving classes. To Freida Strano—Lou Bellinger leaves her quiet and easy going ways. To Charles O’Hara—Larry Toole leaves the O in front of his name. To Mr. Sharpe—some one to clean the Ag. room regularly. To Mike Milmoe—Robert Capperelli’s ability to beg to differ with Miss Mackey. To Red Keville—exclusive rights to leftovers at lunch time in the cafeteria. To any capable boy—Johnny Relyea leaves his place as the only student fireman. To another beautiful maid—a seat in front of the library door. To Cole Bloss—some fair damsel to chauf- feur to school from the south side. To Mr. Carmen—an invitation to be an hon- ary member of K. E. To Joan Runfola—Marilyn Conklin’s good disposition. To Donny Clark—Ruth Capparelli’s theme song “Cuddle Up a Little Closer.” To David Gardinier—Frank Lomonaco’s pin- up girls to make his study hall days hap- py. To Miss Parks—a school with no senior girls. To the class of ’52—we leave our fine advis- ors, Mrs. Laurson and Miss Mackey. We, the undersigned on this twenty- ninth day of June, in the year one thousand nine hundred and forty-eight, duly proclaim this to be our last will and testament. —(Signed) CLASS OF 1948 BARBARA BROWN ROBERT BROMFIELD Executors

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20 THE TOOT CLASS PROPHECY The circus has come to town and we all have to go. The band is playing. “Step right up and get your tickets. See Jogo—half man and half snake.” Ah, here is Mimi, the beautiful lady, who looks into her crystal ball and tells us all we want to know about our future. We just can’t pass her by. Inside the little tent Mimi presses our hand and gazes soulfully into the magic ball. She tells us she sees a handsome man thumbing the pages of Dah-ymen’s League News. He’s in a school for farmers, but part- ly concealed on his desk is a well-thumbed Cornell catalogue. It is none other than Ron- nie Lamb. On the table beside him lies a let- ter ready to be mailed and is addressed to a fellow classmate, Fred Stokes. And now a beautiful lady with long eye- lashes we see passing out books to tall mid- shipmen—Shirley Farnam, as I live! Now, quickly, as Mimi rattled her brace- lets, the whole Class of 1948 passes before our eyes— Ziff Farfaglia blowing a trumpet with one hand and pulling a lady’s tooth with the other— Marilyn Conklin seated cosily in the White House— Bob Bromfield just stepping into his Cadillac to attend the first night of his pro- duction of “Arms and the Woman.” Lucille Bellinger taking the pulse of a pale but handsome boy definitely resembling J. P. Morgan, Jr.— Mary Lucarelli at the microphone, stir- ring her unseen audiences to tears with hill- billy songs on Grand Ole Oprey— Rachel Greiner, giving forth sweet vocal sounds as the brave cadets of West Point stand at attention— Pat Cox, seated in her studio in the Em- pire State Building, designing an atomic gown for Harper’s Bazaar — Neal Haynes, with cape about his shoul- ders and carrying a cane, crossing the camp- us at Vassar College— Muriel Kimpton, as manager, driving swiftly in an armored car from Canastota Hospital and unloading the sacks of money in the bank— Jeanne Timerman, in charming techni- color, just stepping off the gangplank of the Queen Mary; she has been studying feminine attire in Europe for the interests of Saks Fifth Avenue— Helen Moore, reading over her article for the New York Times, about to go to press. She has just crossed off what she has written about the Russian men being hand- some, and Shirley Jones, her secretary, plead- ing with her to leave it in. We hear sweet music from a little coun- try church. Helen Jaquin’s little fingers press the keys of the organ And now a pleasant homey scene—a lighted fire burning on the hearth and Mary Davis enters the room bringing her good husband’s pipe and slippers. Johnny Relyea, at a board meeting speaking for closer cooperation with labor, also, discharge of all but female employes. It is the General Motors Corporation of which he is president. George Allen seated in a tent wrapped in an oriental rug—beside him a beautiful Arabian girl—“No love, no oil”, she says. As you have guessed, he is advertising man- ager for Standard Oil Company. A lovely blue-eyed girl passes thru a dimly lighted hall. About her are frightening shapes. Dinosaurs and the like. But she moves steadily on. She is curator for the Mu- seum of Natural History. By George, it’s Joyce Taylor. Robert Capparelli, speaking to New York Times reporter: “Let’s try to keep our articles so uninteresting that people aren’t going to read them”. He is editor-in-chief. “Call in Sam Sicilia and have him draw some good advertisements showing men dozing over their copies of the Times and the little wife sitting by knitting. That ought to cut down our circulation. We’ve got to stop mak- ing money some way. Three beautiful girls we see in a mag- azine. Ruth Capparelli leading a Dalmatian dog, advertising Teen Togs. Nellie Paone is (Continued on Page 44)

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22 THE TOOT TUNES THAT FEATURE THE TEACHER Brooks, Miss Ruth ......... Burgett, Miss Phyllis...... Carman, Mr. Claude ........ Clifford, Mr. Walter ...... Clines, Miss Anna B........ Courtney, Mrs. Gerald ... Coutant, Mr. Carlton ...... Daniels, Miss Gertrude . .. Dominy, Miss Elizabeth . Dunn, Miss Bernice ........ Furfaro, Miss Florence . .. Laurson, Mrs. William ... Love, Mrs. Frank .......... Mackey, Miss Rita.......... McLean, Mr. D. Robert ... Milmoe, Mrs. Wheeler ... Parks, Miss Frances ....... Powers, Miss Louise ....... Ryan, Miss Katherine ... Rynders, Mr. George........ Schmidt, Mr. William....... Schroth, Miss Mabel ....... Sharpe, Mr. Wallace ....... Tornatore, Mr. Michael B. Wright, Mr. Leland......... Faculty ................... REMEMBER WHEN — there were men in chorus, men dancing noons,—men ? there were no “Observers?” (neither do we), the Kaydets from Potsdam were here? we didn’t have a winning football team? we didn’t have school for a week in Feb. of ’47 because of the snow? we didn’t read Shakespeare? “Those Things Money Can’t Buy” “I’ll Dance at Your Wedding” “That Old Rockin’ Chair Gets Me” “There’ll Be Some Changes Made” “When Irish Eyes Are Smiling” “Rose Marie” “Pass That Peace Pipe” “Too Marvelous For Words” “Holiday For Strings” “Apple Pan Dowdy” “True” “Je Vous Aime” “Hurray for ‘Love’ ” “We’ll Give You Something to Remember Us By” “Just One More Chance” “The Secretary Song” “There, I Said It Again” “You Don’t Have To Know The Language” “In A Little Book Shop” “It’s Easy To Remember” “Can it Ever Be the Same” (Football ’47) “Fine and Dandy” “My Future (Farmer) Just Passed” “Bicycle Built For Two” (dual control, that is) “Papa Won’t You Dance With Me” “The Best Things In Life Are Free” —RACHEL GREINER Psi Phi held meetings? the chemistry class sent lovely aromas into the ozones? we thought graduation was an eternity a- way ? the History regents were so hard they had to have a special rating? we used to have peanut butter, prune and carrot sandwiches? the sleepy seven returned from K. E. conven-