Canastota High School - Toot Yearbook (Canastota, NY)

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Cla££ UJill We, the Senior Class of 1949 of the vil- lage of Canastota, County of Madison, State of Hopelessness, being of soundless and dis- posing mind and memory, and not acting un- der the influence of the Junior Class do make public and, declare this written mess to be our last Will and Testament in mannerless and formless following. We hereby expressly revoke all Wills and Codicils heretofore made by us. To Don Pexton—Carmen Barres leaves his bashful ways. To Ann Fisher—Betty Lannis leaves her ex- tended list of college boys. To Nickie Capparelli—Marydee Pankhurst leaves her bass and empty seat in band. To Any Junior—Gordon Wilkinson leaves his position as class Professor. To A Desirous Boy—Don Clark leaves his uncontrolled dimples. To Red Middleditch—Gerry Cox leaves his arguments of politics. To Farrell Miller—Myron Smith leaves some points on farming. To Jiggs Aquino—Johnny Luke leaves his endless gift of gab of senseless talk. To Phyllis Aquino—Helen Holdridge leaves her ability of always being on time. To Little Joe Spadter—Nancy Burke leaves her vitality and pep. To Charles O’Hara—John Hallagan leaves a job at the Canastota Garbage Company, after he graduates. To Charles Lomber—Fred Tucci leaves his lady-killing ways. To Miss Powers—A box of Senior pencils to award her Latin students. To Betty Mason—Carol Scherrer leaves gladly a few inches of her height. To Freida Strano—Pip Rinaldo leaves her place as cheer master. To Betty LeBlanc—Theresa leaves her way with the teachers. To Miss Mackey—The Seniors leave “a nice sunny day in November.” To Red Keville—Doug Chapman leaves his sweet disposition. To Joe Rinaldo—Mike Masucci leaves his po- sition as the football giant. To Barbara Orr— Susia Vella leaves her a- bility to write excuses and get away with it (?). To Shirley Reed—Beverly Costanzo leaves her position as “goalee” on the hockey team. To Joyce Keville—Virginia Burton leaves her knack to eat and not show it. To Anna Tianello—Joan Runfola leaves some of her “wake up and live medicine.” To Dolores Basilio—Virginia Fratini leaves her charge account in Chappy’s for chew- ing gum. (Snap! Snap!) To the Future Freshman Class—One won- derful advisor like Miss Daniels. To Peggy Loguidice—Gloria Wright leaves her talent of “catching on” quickly in cheering. To Darrell Conley—Cole Bloss leaves his job as C. H. S. chauffeur. To Mr. Wright—We leave a brand new Pon- tiac to replace the one he never did win. To some Junior—Eddie Fisher leaves the draw in the study hall closet for their left over books. To Gene Knox—We leave a Reader’s Digest, with the vocabulary “all done.” To Norma Jean Torrey—We leave a steam c‘ iron for the next operetta. To Bill Bargabus—Louis Ezzo leaves his ap- pointment at the barber’s for a “crew cut”. To Nancy Caldwell—Betty Pavone leaves her water paints, so as to color the futu fe. To Pat Laguzza—Sara leaves her favorite saying “Smile for the birdie.” To Peter Russitano—Mike Buttino leaves a telephone book full of girls names. To Verna Wilkinson—Joe Verro leaves his “jeep” so she can get to all the square dances . To Shirley Bennett—Marie Simmons leaves her typewriter 5th period. To Janet Bushnell—Dolores Cerio leaves her opinions of things (such as men). We the undersigned on this 28th day of June, in the year one thous- and nine hundred and forty-nine, duly proclaim this to be our Last Will and Testament. THE FORTY-NINERS. —MARILYN VREELAND —JOSEPHINE TORNABENE page nineteen

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TJ re ClaM . ... of 1949 SUSIE VELLA “SUE” Chorus 1-4, Trio 4, Art Club 4. TOOT Staff 4, Basketball 1, Jr. Prom Comm., K. E. Ball Comm. 4, K. E. 4, Select Chorus 1-4, “Gay Nineties Revue”, 1, Dodecca 1-2, Dramatic Club 1-4. JOSEPH VERRO “JOE” Football 1-2, 4. Basketball 1-3, Baseball 3-4, Vol- leyball 3. MARILYN VREELANI) “CORKY” Band 3-4, Dramatic Club 1-4, Press Club 3, Chairman Jr. Prom. Dodecca 1-2, K. E. 2-4, Pres. K. E. 4, W. A. A. 3. Treas. W. A. A. 3. Minstrel Show 1. TOOT Staff 4, Trio 4. Dear Stcwdenz Column 4, Basketball 1-2, Chorus 1-4, Student Council 1. JUDITH WALES “JIJDY” Basketball 1-2, Jr. Prom Comm. Hockey 2, Archery 2, Soccer 2. EVELYN WUILLIEZ “SHORTIE” Chorus 2-4, Select Chorus 2-3, Dodecca 2, Art Club 4, “Pirates of Penzance” 4, Usher at Com- mencement 3, F. H. A. 4. CLASS COLORS—Green and White CLASS FLOWER— Red Rose CLASS MOTTO------ Many Receive Advice But Only The Wise Profit By It” page eighteen

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ClaM Prophecy, In past years, the “Toot” has contained a class prophecy which portrays the seniors in their roles as future citizens. This year we’d like to turn the clock back to those rip roarin’ gold mining days of 1849, and listen to Doug Chapman, that weather beaten old. prospector relate some of his experiences in “Dead Horse Gulch”, California. “I had traveled West along with the thousands of other gol-durned fools in search of thet yellow stuff, but I soon discovered thar warn’t no gold fer me in them thar hills. I almost went back East, but them pur- ty gals of thet minin’ town were too much fer me so I stayed right war I wuz. “Joe Galavotti’s stage brung me into town, and I didn’t hev much trouble findin’ a place to stay, since Eugene Fratini and his sister Virginia hed opened a hotel in “Dead Horse” quite some time back. They give me the best room in the place, overlopkin’ John Hallagan’s saloon across the street. “The fust night I didn’t get much shut- eye, the noises cornin’ from them swingin’ doors wuz enough t’wake the dead. I got used to no sleep though, and spent most of my nights thar jawin’ with Lois Palmer, the barmaid. One mornin’, when I was hoofin’ it down Main Street, I met three of the most charmin’ ladies I ever see’d. My old eyeballs lit up like candles on a Christmas tree, and I follered them until Augie Loguidice in- formed me thet Carol Scherrer, Mary Lou Farnam and Sara Laguzza wuz already hitched. “The day I met Mike Masucci, the town blacksmith, he wuz busy shoein’ Eddie Fish- er’s hoss, the meanest creetur in ten coun- ties. It wuz Mike thet interdooced me ta Mis’ Theresa LeBlanc, thet good lookin’ spinster. I courted her fer nigh on to a year, but she wouldn’t give me a tumble. “I’ll never fergit the fust time I started pannin’ gold. I took off fer the hills one mor- nin’ and wuz all sot and busy workin’ when I wuz interupted by two gents who inter- dooced themselves as Joe Verro and Fred Tucci. Seems like I’d made a leetle mistake stakin’ my claim, and whuppin’ out thar shootin’ arns, they p’litely told me to leave. Bein’ quick on the trigger myself, I grazed ’em with one clean shot. They apologized hasty-like, about-faced, and dashed fer old Doc. Pixley’s office. “You should a been here the day Par- son John Pafka married Don Clark and Mary- dee Pankhurst. Why, the whole durn town wuz thar from Widder Beverly Costanzo and her ten young’uns, to Carmen Barres, the lo- cal bachelor who sat smirkin’ in the back pew and thankin’ his lucky stars he hed sense enough to stay single. “Since Jay Tornabene hed been takin’ singin’ lessons from Mme. Susie Vella fer nigh on to a year, she and Mike Buttino (with his boomin’ bass) were unanimously elected to sing “0 Promise Me”. “Marie Simmons, the town dressmaker, outdid herself on thet weddin’ dress, and Marydee’s coiffure was set in the latest style by Betty Lannis and Evelyn Wuilliez. “Helen Holdridge wuz Maid of Honor and when thet tear rolled down her lily- white cheek, you could jist see she wuz dreamin’ of her own weddin’ not fur in the futui-e. “The two ushers, Roger Relyea and My- ron Smith were feelin’ good from the bach- elor’s party the night before, and when Ma- rilyn Vreeland rushed in late, they tripped her. Gordon Wilkinson immediately rushed to her rescue, and yanked her up. “Dolores Cerio and Esther Relyea, as head cooks, put their heads together and came up with a bunch of eats the likes of which ain’t never been see’d since. After the knot-tyin’ we shoveled in thet food like we hadn’t et fer three weeks. “We always looked forward to readin’ Mike Milmoe’s newspaper, ‘The Gulch Ga- zette’, when it come out every Friday. You could find anything in thet durn paper, from gossip to a love-lorn column, writ by thet em’nent authority, Joan Runfola. One week, a big notice appeared in the paper ‘John Lucarelli and Co. of entertainers will appear at the Golden Nugget.’ Never one to miss any form of the theatre, I went to the fust night’s performance. After thet feller John fin’lly quit singin’, he interdooced them fam- ous ‘Flora Dora Girls’, Nancy Burke, Pip Rinaldo, Gloria Wright and Jane Phipps. Before we knowed it, Joe Bonaventura was up on stage with those gorgeous gals! Louis Ezzo tried to haul Joe down but got punched in the nose fer his trouble. “Me and some of the intellectual citi- zens decided the town needed some book- larnin’, so Virginia Burton and Jean Stone page twenty