Canastota High School - Toot Yearbook (Canastota, NY)

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MEMORIES Dear Diary, Do you remember the first day that we ventured through the halls of CHS as proud Freshmen? It seemed too good to be true, but as the days passed, we realized that it wasn’t merely a dream. Under the supervis- ion of Miss Daniels, we elected George O'- Hara., president; Jack LeBlanc, vice-presi- dent; Bev Waldo, secretary; and Frances Cuthbert, treasurer. Then we were off to a great start with “We fly with our own wings” as our motto and the American beau- ty rose as our flower. In October, many of us were chosen to take part in a radio program which the re- vengeful sophomores had plotted for us. It turned out to be an informal initiation in disguise. We survived, however, and strug- gled for ear-to-ear smiles. We had to show our upperclassmen that we were good sports. In December, we took great pride in ad- miring the fine Christmas tree in the au- ditorium that we had the honor of decorat- ing. As the year drew to a close, we were all overjoyed in planning our freshmen picnic. This was the first class picnic that we had ever attended so everything had to be per- fect. We reveled in feasting our eyes on the rich delicacies that covered the picnic tables throughout the park area at Verona Beach. Soon enough, however, we realized that all we could take joy in was watching other people eat, for we were reminded that it wasn’t time for us to eat yet. On hearing this, most of the girls donned their bathing suits and splashed through the warm waters of Oneida Lake. The boys on the other hand preferred sports that weren’t quite so stren- uous. Sitting on the park bench and watch- ing the birds (?) go by was just their speed. Then it was time to eat. “Food” was the magic formula for our freshmen boys. They made a bee-line for the food baskets and ate to their heart’s content—that is—until the girls came. Then, they all clumped together in one corner of the grounds so that all the girls could sit together. The girls who had been swimming had worked up quite an ap- petite. They ran to the food baskets and scraped up the crumbs that the boys had left. After filling up the corners of their stomachs, they convinced themselves that they were full. As we boarded the busses, we realized that two students were missing. We searched the ball field and then went back to the picnic area and sure enough there were Cork and Virg still munching on the leftovers. We may not have been the richest, nor the smartest class, but we were surely the hungriest. Without a doubt, one of our proudest moments came when we unveiled our class window. To us, of course, its green and gold hues were the most attractive. Up to this time,the freshmen boys had no use for girls (except Pete). Then one day a strange thing happened—. A delightfully good-looking senior girl crossed their path, and they followed her. At a glance, they blushed—at a smile, their eyes spun in their sockets and at a dance they were walking up and down walls and even on the ceiling. On class day we had an initiation flcat. We even persuaded Miss Daniels to ride on it as a cowboy. Our two class clowns, Chick Spadter and Eddie Porkorney led the float to success. We won the prize for the fun- niest float. At the beginning of our sophomore year, we elected Dennie Smith, president; Joseph Stagnitti, vice-president; Beverly Waldo, secretary; and Frances Cuthbert, treasurer. Accustomed to our surroundings, we now pursued the freshmen. After we had our fun quizzing them and giving them their unconquerable tasks, we seemed to enter into a loving truce between the mighty sopho- mores and the meek freshmen. To boost our treasury we set up a con- cession at the Halloween Dance, sold basket- ball pencils and held two class dances. The dances were well attended. The girls danced with each other and the boys sat on the mats playing pinochle. Toward the end of the year, a few of the boys asked the girls to teach them how to dance. The girls respond- ed eagerly, for it was the first time that the boys had ever left their cozy clique. Do you remember Mr. Weinstein, the Biology cadet? All of the girls do. In Jan- uary he took us to Syracuse University on a tour of the medical building. It was most interesting as well as enjoyable. Before Mr. Weinstein left, the biology class had a sur- prise party in his honor and presented him with a cigarette lighter. During the same year Mr. Burnius came to teach English. Classes were held in Room 4, fourth period. Then between the tempt- ing odor of the food from the cafeteria and the noisy people at table 2, we never did find out what happened to Silas Marner. In June we went on our picnic to Verona Beach. Again the girls went in to swim and the boys pranced up and down the shores page twenty-six

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TRADE MARKS Name Fondest Memory Biggest Headache Favorite Amusement Future Ambition J. LeBLANC.. N. LIZZIO.«... K. LUCAKELLI C. MAULA..«.. A. MEN GUCCI.. K. METCALF.. V. MITCHELL K. MYERS.... G. O’HARA... J. ORR...... II. PHILLIPS. E. POKORNY ... T. POLIDORI K. PYNN..... N. RELYEA L. RUSSELL P. SCHAFER. K. F. SCHEPP.. K. SHULER.... I). SMITH... G. SMITH.«.. T. SNYDER -. I). SPADTER. J. STAGNITTI. S. SULLIVAN.. B. WALDO—..- S. WALDO.—.. L. WHITMEYER K. WICKHAM.™ Old Forge »52.................Draft Board .................. ..Football ’51-’52...............Old Father Time............. ..New Jersey ’52.................Brother Jonathan...«...... Giving the kids grey hair...Formal»........................— -....Senior Year..„.......... .....Lack of time.......-....... Band..........................Getting to school on time ... ...Mom and KE Conv.—.............Pleasing Hank............... ...Bus rides to night games------Martha...................... ...Old Forge ’52................ Jack and Denny........... ...Those days when—..............Making decisions.............. ......New Year’s Day ’52........ Nancy and Dick........... ...All II. S. baseball games.....Ronnie................-..... .Winter of ’47..............—.“To”........................... .....Senior Ball ’52.........—Money..............-........... ..New Year’s Day ’52............ Dotty and Harry—.......... Summer of ’52........«.........Thinking of one........... ...Majorctting......-...«........Certain “Frosh” boys..... ...Dramatics...................—.‘CORK”.....—................ Oneida KE Ball ’52..... .Old Forge ’52.......... Summer of ’51........... Boy’s State 52 .....Football............... Football ’51-’52...-.... .....Senior Year............ ....«Miss Clines............ Paradise Hill......-... .Marilyn Lake.......... .....KE Ball 1950....«...... ...«.Mickey.............«........ ...«..Homework.............-....— ......Biology Project............ .....Marilyn........-.....«...... 31, 38 and 28...........«... ......38 and 17.................. ......Missing formats........«... .....Having to say NO to Pete .....Keeping my car running... ....«.Writing letters............ —...Noon hr. rotation...................See the world .....Painting..-........................Have more ambition ....Twirling and movies.................Trip to California ....Spending my father’s money....To spend someone else’s money ....Listening to Mario...................To visit Italy .... Keeping ahead of the teachers......To be successful ....Fishing....................- President .Billiards..........................See the world ..«.«Weekends.........................Raise fullbacks .....Dancing to Eddie Fisher’s music....Graduate from Crouse Irving Hospital .....Flirting.........................College .... Baseball .........................Major league baseball .....Writing letters...................Ike’s private Sec’y. .....Dancing....................... ...Teacher .....Cheering and sports.............«.Squeaky’s Private Sec’y. -----Music........................... Band leader ....Listening to records...............G.vm teacher at Milwaukee .....Finding new things to do ..........Have six little boys to call me Mommy ..—Dancing.............................Teach Arthur Murray dancing lessons ....-Going to Oneida...................Travel the world .....Day dreaming.....................A teacher ----.Talking......................—...«Mech. Technician ....Fating ...........................Teach little kiddies ...«.Sports......................... Mickey Mantle’s understudy - Basketball p!ayers...............Joni James the II ----Talks with Ginger .............A bachelor’s wife ....N.f W. P.........................Future Mrs. CPTSAAWB - »oggin’ it.......................Taking life easy ...-..Records especially Eddie’s.....A nurse

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MEMORIES stopping occasionally for a card game. It was during one of these card games that their attention was centered on two hysteri- cal girls running out of the water as fast as they could. Then they noticed that one of these girls had a towel around her. The boys tried to investigate more thoroughly but they were up against a barrier—the beach house door labeled, WOMEN ONLY. Our sophomore float was the center of attraction Class Day. The float committee toiled hours on end in manufacturing a gi- gantic Easter egg. It took 64 pounds of plaster of Paris to do it, but it finally won a prize. And then Diary, came our Junior year. We elected Lloyd Johnson, president; Philip Connell, vice president; Carrie Maula sec- retary; and Barbara Fratini, treasurer. One of our most exciting moments of the year was the arrival of our class rings shortly before Thanksgiving. For several weeks after you could still see entranced jun- iors gazing at their rings while roaming a- bout the halls of CHS. The Junior Prom was by far our most spectacular event. With the aid of Shirley Waldo and Barbara Fratini, preparations were made. “Stairway to the Stars” was the selected theme. Then, the incredible hap- pened. On arriving at the Prom, we found that we had TWO bands. Many took it as a joke, but few realized the jam that we were in. Finally, after a serious discussion, Bob- by Carroll and his orchestra remained and provided us with very entertaining music un- till the early hours in the morning. It was truly a success. During the same year, our Red Raiders were awarded the Tri-Valley League Trophy. They had won all but one game, and that was a memorable one held at Hamilton. It was a frigid evening and after most of the snow was cleared from the field, the game got underway, with some of our players wearing gloves to keep their hands from freezing. Meanwhile the cheerleaders were using ice banks as seats and cold, wet blan- kets as wraps. One of our last big objectives for the year was the Junior-Senior picnic at Green Lake. Some of us were so absorbed with everything that we nearly missed the bus to return homeward. This year the spot- light was focused on Johanna as she tumbled down a lofty slope. With all her cuts and and bruises, she boarded the bus with tears in her eyes from laughing so hard. Our float, on Class Day, again won a prize. “The Wheel of Fortune” was the theme. You may remember that, Diary, but do you recall how we anxiously awaited the arrival of the truck the night before? It didn’t come until 10:00 P. M. We worked laboriously until midnight, and then with eyes half shut we groped our way home. We were so tired that we could have walked into someone else’s house and not even have known the difference. As we drove down Cha- pel Street in the parade the next day, we felt a few heaven-sent drops of water. Then before we knew it, we were nearly drowned in the sudden downpour. Costumed students were running everywhere to get themselves under cover. After the floats were ripped apart by the wind and rain, and everyone looked like skinned rats, the sun began to shine. That is something that we shall never forget. And then we were seniors. We elected Phillip Connell, president; Nunzio Lizzio, vice president; Beverly Waldo, secretary; and Shirley Jones, treasurer. Our activities began to soar like a Sabre-jet. We sponsored the first dance of the year which proved very successful. Next we sponsored the annual Hallow- een Dance. The floor show was held after the first hour of dancing. Didn’t you think that our boys did exceptionally well on “Where Did You Get That Girl?” It took hours of practice, but they finally learned to tell their left foot from their right. Mickey made a good-looking Mabel, didn’t he? These memories would be incomplete if we failed to mention the genius of our class. If you ever want to know how to explain atomic energy to your children, just ask Nunz. In order to raise money for our “Toot” and for the Senior Ball, we sold stationery and magazine subscriptions. Shirley Jones won a Parker pen for selling the largest a- mount. Then the Toot Staff was organized and began making plans for the publication of the yearbook under the leadership of Kay Frances Schepp, editor, and Margaret Gal- avotti, co-editor. And of course, Diary, you must remem- ber our special chemistry class, for there was never a dull moment. If anything could be done wrong, table 4 was sure to find the way. Do you remember the day when the rooster crowed and sent everyone flying to (continued on page 47) page twenty-seven