Cohocton Central School - Chieftain Yearbook (Cohocton, NY)

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Dedication

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Remember When Our class has as colorful and exciting history as any class could hope to have. It all started thirteen years ago. We don’t have too many recollections of those days but the ones we have are corkers. We can all look back now with great mirth on our antics. Who can ever forget the day that some dingaling dropped one of the wooden blocks on what’s his name head? The next few years passed as expected. Nothing of great interest happened un- til the 6th grade when we took everyone by surprise by winning the Winter Carni- val snow sculpturing competition. Our “Moby Dick’’ was the best snow whale there. A few short years later we were in high school. Now we were big hot shot Freshmen. We received a big shock when we found out we still had to do home- work. That eventful first year we had two dances. They were both very successful and we were already thinking about the thrills of our Senior Trip. That was the year of our first Legion party. This one was a Christmas party. The mistletoe was the life of the party. In the spring we won a P.T.A. trip to Roseland park. This was when the boys found out they couldn’t operate the paddleboats and smoke at the same time. During our next year, we had two more dances. They, also, were great financial successes. The boys of the class decided that the soccer goal posts should be painted. This was on Halloween and the State Police didn’t agree. Our Junior year was unbelievable. “Five by Night” performed. The excitement all started on Halloween (again). The boys and girls, instead of ravaging the town turned on each other. Our Junior play was “Father Knows Best”. It was a performance to be re- membered. Hours of work ended in an inspiring comedy. Then we started having class meetings to discuss the Prom, etc. We argued about important things, trivial things and nothing. We yelled, screamed and had an awful time. We couldn’t agree on a thing. But, the closer we got to the Prom, the better we got along. We toiled for hours making flowers, trees and the ceiling. Our “Hawaiian Sunset” was a success. Lorraine and Doug were chosen to be our Queen and King. They were a handsome couple and we were all glad that they were chosen. Our year ended in merriment at our picnic at Stony Brook. We managed to forget all our differences when it came time to slice our spirited watermelon. Our Senior year started out smoothly. We broke all records with our magazine and candy sales. The magazine man rewarded us with a pizza party. Now we are all waiting for our Senior trip. Everybody is getting excited about graduating but yet we miss ole’ CCS already.

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A Master Teacher Friend Ever listen to an old master story- teller as he weaved his delightful magic out of a youngster’s eager imagination. How rare a talent—and remember how important were his face and hands in the storytelling. A squint here. A frown there. A pointing finger. Weath- ered hands caressing an imaginary stal- lion. All through High School we have listened to his words sometimes we laughed while others we sat spell- bound. As a result of this person’s great zest and enthusiasm, we have be- come a closely knit family of class- mates. We cannot find words to express our deepest gratitude for the help that this man has freely given us. Not only in our class projects, but in our indi- vidual problems, he has shown great interest and offered wise counsel. His encouragement and sincere in- terest have often instilled confidence in us when we felt least capable. Therefore, to you, Mr. George Tripp, we dedicate the 1970 Chieftain. 7