Cohocton Central School - Chieftain Yearbook (Cohocton, NY)

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Table of Contents Class History.......................5 Dedication..........................6 Appreciation........................8 Faculty.............................9 Seniors ...........................17 Sports.............................31 Activities..........................39 C.C.S. Organizations................45 Underclassmen.......................59 Advertisements......................75 Editor’s Note.......................97 Farewell ...........................98 Yearbook Staff Editor-in-Chief........T. Dockstader Ass’t Editor...........D. Schwingel Business Manager.......... J. Saxton Typing ................... S. Snyder Ass’t Typing....... R. Mehlenbacher Ass’t Typing...............J. Conrad Photography...................L. Fox Ass’t Photography.............V. Sick Advertising........................B. Harter Advertising...................E. Klug Literary...........................J. Wilcox Art ..........................S. Sick Social.................C. Fairbrother 4

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By SAUL PETT AP Special Correspondent SPACE CENTER. Houston (AP) — They took their first steps onto the moon cautiously, like prudent boys testing the first ice of winter on a country pond. When first they walked, they walked carefully and slowly, leaning forward, plodding heavi- ly like tired old cops on a beat in Staten Island. As they acquired confidence, they walked faster, now with a slow bounce in the one-sixth gravity of the moon. And then they ran and their stride was longer than on earth and their shoes seemed suspended off the strange lunar surface, with something of the floating quality of figures on slow motion film. When they were still, they seemed very still, as if frozen, and they leaned forward like puppets to be at a lunar form of attention when the president spoke to them from earth. All the while, the earth was “bright and beautiful” above them. In this first incredible day of an incredible new era one needs to repeat that: the earth was above them. In the distance, the lunar sur- face looked pocked and leathery like the back of a dead alligator. Goser up. it looked like rubble, like earth levelled roughly after a disaster, dead. They looked ghostlike on the soundless, airless, mostly color- less moon. Over the curving horizon, only one and a half miles away on a planet smaller than earth, there was the black- ness of space and infinity. The foreground was starkly lighted by the sun and the men and their vehicle cast long shadows. It was dawn on the moon and a dawn in the history of man. Neil Alden Armstrong, for- merly of 601 West Benton St., Wapakoneta, a town in Ohio, a state in the United States, a country on the planet earth, ex- tended his left foot onto the moon. “That’s one small step for man, one giant leap for man- kind,” he said. The first words were fine. History would be con- ten 3

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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.