Canton Williams High School - Algonquin Yearbook (Canton, NY)

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Leona Norton leaves her deep interest in 4-H work to Betty Cornell. Now Betty will have another topic for conversation. Her present one-boys-is almost worn out from over-use. Grace Peters leaves her persuasive voice to M-ary Alice Martyn. Jerry Stover leaves his history book to the on-coming Seniors, It's pretty well mutilated, but maybe it can survive another session with gentle handling. Anna Radway leaves her friendly disposition and talent for telling tall tales to Myrtle Wilson. James Todd leaves his position on the Wash staff to Mary Segar. Marie Rodee leaves her scholastic ability to her sister, Elaine. Don't spoil the family record, Elaine. Otis Van Horne leaves his seat on the school bus to anyone who wishes to occupy it with a girl. This idea of sharing can be carried too far! Corrine Rose leaves her love for Crary's Mills and Langdon's Corners to the first high school student to succeed her from that dis- trict. John Wells leaves his stature to Stonie. Now watch Sitonie go to to-wn in basketball! Marilyn Tracy leaves her place in Al Meade's orchestra to Barbara Norton. Joyce Thomas leaves her studious methods in Study Hall to Jerry Pike. Now Jerry won't even think about maintaining his daily quota of candy consumed. Lloyd Thomas can not leave his dates with the Marines to anyone. Jean Wade leaves her good humor and her love of laughter to Jean Todd. Don White leaves his special Wash as- signments to anyone who can convince the editor that what he thinks is right. Wayne Whittemore leaves his vocabulary to anyone who wishes to make good use of it. Betty White leaves that cheerful smile and merry greeting to Bea Hunt although Bea is doing pretty well on her own. Eleanor Aldous leaves her letter writing to Dot Hobbs. We hope you have as much luck as Eleanor in not getting caught. Donald Burnham leaves his athletic ability to Jimmy Taylor. Now Jim will have some- thing to do besides running errands. Don Estabrook leaves his visits in the Latin room to Zola Shipman. He agrees to throw his oratorical powers also. Don Forsythe leaves his fear of the oppos- ite sex to Roger Meade. Ray Woodley leaves a package of cigarettes, the Plymouth, and his pair of guaranteed un- breakable glasses to any student who needs these accessories as badly as Ray thought he did. Gllaaa ill-Iiatnrg--1944 When we entered Canton High in the fall of 1940, we never thought it would be possible to graduate-the time would just never come! But it has, and here we sit on the stage of our auditorium for the final incident-graduation. If it would not be considered improper, we would tear off these gray robes and run, in spite of the salutatorian's hearty welcome. Still, we would feel odd if we finished a four- year course without celebration or ceremony. Maybe people don't realize or remember how trying graduation is, but possibly it's alright after it's over. Why, though, is graduation night always the hottest of the year? Looking in retrospect over our four years we feel regret upon leaving. Our minds scan the curious and unimportant things that make high school what it is. We recall our first week as freshmen and how we counted the squares in the ceiling of the Latin room Qthere are 278, not counting the partial onesj . . . and that same week how we were told that we were the greenest bunch of freshmen that had ever en- tered . . . how Mrs. 0'Hara-Bovee taught us the three types of governments-complete with intricate diagrams-but darned if I can re- member one of them now , . . how we made our first timid ibut soon to grow bolderj attempts at social life . . . We also remember the none- too-appetizingqbefore-lunch alcoholrpreserved specimans in the biology room . . . and the piano without any ivories in the lower hall fsomehow it can still give out with good jive, thoughj . . , and the long-empty candy machine beside it fit won't work on slugsl . . . and Mr. Williams' other office that always seemed so empty . . , and the clattery noises that came out of typing class . . . boys sitting on the courthouse curb in May and October with their pantlegs up-rolled, exposing resplendant sox, and girls crunching down the aisle in huar- achos and those pictures on the study hall walls -we can't remember the details of them after 1200 hours of gazing . . . and how we romanti- cally recited Elaine the fair, Elaine the love- able and Tomorrow, and tomorrow and to- morrow with rolled r's and proper pathos . . . and how we returned triumphantly in the fall of '41 as curled, seasoned, smoked, and par- boiled sophomores, singing Hey Daddy and Time Was. We've made the Eskimo blue after basketball games for more than one season, and we've lingered around there on warm June nights whistling The Wise Old Owl, Skylark, Brazil, and When They Ask About You. The aggregate amount of time spent there by our class would be enough to build a. battleship, or at least, a destroyer. We've eaten late meals in Billy's, listening to A'Frenesi, t'Chat- tenooga Choo-Choo, Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition, and the sweet whine of 'Blue Rain, while putting away French fries, hamburgers and milk shakes. Some of us put in four years attempting to learn how to get by without doing assignments and how to mask, rather than mend, our aca- demic deficiencies. Someone put this situation

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To Mrs. Taylor we leave a messenger boy to run errands for her. To Miss Irion we leave a book containing new jokes. To Miss Barber we leave six hundred copies of the word lists on Silas Marner and The Lady of the Lake. This will save the fresh- men and sophomores a lot of headaches! Larry Ames doesn't leave the dark-haired twin to anyone. Marian Barber leaves her curls to Elizabeth Desmond. Now you don't have to spend your valuable time in doing up your hair, Des! Nelson Bessette leaves his quiet nature to the very reserved Johnny Oliver, Jr. Louise Bascom leaves her weak voice to Jim Murphy. If Jim's gets much weaker, it won't be there at all! Denzil Bowman isn't leaving his girl in Gouverneur to anyone. Margaret Bates leaves her mathematical ability to next year's freshmen. That will please next year's math teacher, too. Jack Cornell has decided to take his title of Captain into the Army with him. Then it won't take so long for a promotion! Barbara Bennett leaves her broad shoulders to Arnold Saunders. That ought to help out a little, Arnold! Clara Briggs leaves her quiet, peaceful manner to Wild Bill Oliver. Earl Dunkleburg leaves his stature to Paul Santimaw, in hopes he'll keep up the Dunkle- burg tradition. Mary Brown leaves her interest in the Rus- sell boys to Shirley Bice. Mary Burwell leaves her artistic ability to Jean Lumley. Carmella Capalario leaves her dark hair to Doris McCormick. It's nice for a change, Doris! Helen Cardinal leaves her interesting letters to anyone who enjoys reading them as much as we do. Betty Carraher leaves her dramatic ability to Pat Desmond, You had a good start, Patg this additional gift ought to put you right in electric lights. Winnie Connor leaves everything to the un- dergraduates, except her ring. She thinks that's every girl's own responsibility. John Haney leaves his red locks to anyone who would like to be called Red all his life. Ruby Dandy leaves her expressive brown eyes to Barbara Saunders. Artemis Duskas leaves her great interest in school life to David Burwell. Paul Hayden leaves his faculty for getting hurt on the football team to anyone else who wishes to visit the nurses of the north country. Margaret Fitzge1'ald leaves her means of transportation to school to Shirley Thompson. Mary Grant leaves her continuous business on the boy's side of the study hall to Eva McDonald, Lois Gray leaves her title as Carnival Queen to Dora Kenyon. Now Dora won't be disappointed. James Locy leaves the ability to get any girl he wishes to Jerry Pike. Shirley Jones leaves her slang expressions bo Winnie Perry. 'Colin McLean leaves the saying I believe to anyone who does believe. Helen Kenyon leaves her sense of humor to anyone who can find the humor in Oral English. Bertha Lawrence leaves her poise in Oral English to Vada Winters. Ed Martin leaves his ability to think of answers on the spur of the moment to Gabby LaClairg perhaps he should also leave a good farm as a plausible excuse for absence. It's easier on Nurse DeLong. Helen Leonard leaves her abilities at extem- poraneous and impromptu speaking to anyone caught without preparing his Oral English as- signment before class. Doug Mayhew leaves his vacant seat in history class to Vere Woods. Muggie Longshore leaves her great popular- ity to Shirley Grandaw. Now Shirley can hold her own with the best of them. Bob Moore leaves his ability to be seen and not heard to Johnny Reynolds. Mary Longshore leaves her ever-increasing vocabulary to Mr. Meng. We don't know where he'd put it. Janet Manley leaves her desire to wear slacks in school to Mary Segar. Bob Murphy leaves his ability to get in trouble to brother Pete. Frank Norton leaves his shyness to Dick Michaels-this may come in handy some time, Dick. Jane Maroney leaves her love for chemistry to next year's seniors. Roy Paro leaves his admirers to Herbie Haven. Make better use of them than Roy did, Herbie. Emma Mastrocola leaves her Brooklyn ac- cent to her sister, Helen-just in case Helen's begins to disappear, here in Yankee up-state. Helen Maybee leaves her graceful walk to any girl who can imitate it, withou-t first going to a school for models. Richard Powers leaves his increasing popu- larity as a high school Thespian to Eva Mc- Donald. Betty Merrill leaves her speedy walk to Mary Jo Whalen, It's good for getting places in a hurry. Dean Phalen doesn't have to leave Leona to anyone-that gal gets around without a trans- fer! . Penny Reynolds can't leave his V-12 training to anyone. Good-luck Penny. . Lois Miller doesn't leave her interest ln homemaking to anyone because she may need it in the future. Bill Rocco leaves his seat in study hall to brother Pete. Beverly Mousaw leaves her athletic ability to Norine Forsythe. Howard Roushey isn't leavin his get-your- gal ability to anyone. He's done well with it so far, and he expects to do better as his technique improves through practice. Lois Newman leaves her trumpet to anyone who wants long hours of practice. She also agrees to throw in her Pig tails with this special offer. Bill Smith leaves his car to any on-coming senior who wishes to run a free taxi service for the fellows at noon. Keith Paro leaves her quiet nature to Dor- othy McDonald. Dorothy needs something to quiet her nerves.

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rather aptly when he said The freshman's answer is merely 'I don't know'g the sopho- mores, 'I'm not prepared'g the junior's, 'I don't understand the assignment'g and the senior's, 'I don't believe I can add anything to what has already been said.' Gee, but we were misbe- haved the day of the dog races, for instance. Many of our freshman class seemed to think that a dog-sled race was sufficient to warrant the suspension of school. They enjoyed the races, but lost their faces. Experience mak- eth a man no wiser. Mr. Williams can readily testify to that, as each spring the boys must be reminded several times that trodden grass won't grow. It was in the spring of the sopho- more year we had our sleeping tablet mania. Tablets for the asking . . . they put you out of your scholastic misery almost instantly- students dozed longer than usual and teachers worried and wondered. The most exasperating experience of the high school career for Latin students came when you were translating in class, after a hastily prepared assignment. Your predecessor had written in the meaning of an unknown word too faintly to be disting- uished. The final choice usually betrayed you. Ch yes, we remember reading book reports at the last minute for else not reading theml. We won't forget Miss Bovee's saying, Oh, my godfrey! I never in my life saw such people! , nor Jack Cornell as the number one late-comer of Canton high. Remember how Class Poem Across from the court house And up the street a way, We, the class of forty-four, Stood one autumn day, Armed with fun and pranksg 1We were far from bluel We began our march Through the years- To find ourselves in forty-two Among the upper class peers. In forty-three we proved ourselvesg We were Seniors, mighty and strong, We scorned the frosh, looked down on the sophs, And with the juniors-just got along! Forty-four finds us, diploma in handy We're still carefree and gayg But through one week of growing up, We have found ourselves And we say: There's a war to fight- A place to win, By the children of Uncle Samg We'1l furnish the meng We'1l see that it's doneg We are ready and firmly we stand. -Betty Carraher Jack came into study hall just after the bell rang, swearing softly with his hand over his face? fP'robably hoping none would recognize himlj And Ray Woodley's taking Miss Bovee home in his royal Plymouth after play prac- tice? We distinctly remember when the chem class made hydrogen sulphide three days in a row! Unfortunately, the delightful aroma per- meated the entire building, and on the third day, Mr. Meng remarked glumly to his English class, They're making that 'stuff' again. Ho-hum . . , no time for things to get dull. Fifteen new teacers have come since we en- tered. Good thing there are at least a few of the old standbys left. Teachers aren't the only ones who have left-Jim Corey, Buck Reynolds, and Dutchie Mulvaugh have switched bosses-it's now Uncle Sam! Our chief executives have been Muggie Long- shore '40-41, Butch McMasters '41-42, Jim Corey '42-43, and Larry Ames '43-44. Assist- ing them as vice presidents have been Phil McMasters '40-41, '41-42, Marion Barber '42-43, and Helen Maybee '43- 44. Class secretaries -have been Louis Gray, Betty White and Bob Moore. Our three treas- urers have been Helen Maybee, Betty White and Bob Moore. And so, We fold our tents like the Arabs and silently steal away -but maybe not so silently, Class Song We are ready, Strong and true, Armed with memories Of our country, home, and school, And our liberties. We are ready, One and all, We have heard the call. 'Til the war is done, And the peace is won, America, we'll fight for you! -Donald White