Colton Pierrepont High School - Coltonian Yearbook (Colton, NY)

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CLASS WILL The Senior Class of the Colton Pierrepont Central School, profess- ing to be of a sound mind, hereby indites this last will and testament, which must be strictly carried out upon pain of disinheritance. TO: The Junior class, we bequeath our ability for raising money. The Sophomore class, we bequeath our ability to maintain honor marks. The Freshman class, we bequeath Mr. Butler as an excellent class advisor. Ur. Corbitt, we bequeath a Senior class as successful as we. As individuals: I, Joyce Hogle, bequeath the editorship of the Raquetteer to Edward Thompson. I, Shirley Leary, bequeath my ability to be most reliable to Esther Corcoran. I, Paul Sanford, bequeath my ability to get Dad's car to A1 Thomas. I, Anne Hayes, bequeath my title of nicest personality to Sadie Smith. I, Emogene Sylvester, bequeath my ability to remain small to Weezy Perkins. I, Janice Gotham, bequeath my ability in cheerleading to Dusty Hawley. I, Robert Sullivan, bequeath my ability of upholding my own opinion to Joe Seaver. I, Leota Moore, bequeath my intelligence in mathematics to my sister, Virginia. I, Bernice Gorman, bequeath my ability in Commercial subjects to my sister, Kathleen. I, Clyde Severance, bequeath my ability to play the part of a small town doctor in plays to Lloyd Daniels. I, Pauline Chase, bequeath my ability of taking seven subjects in my Senior year and yet maintaining good marks to anyone who is as ambitious as 1. I, Ellen Tucker, bequeath my quietness to Francis Vanderburg. I, George Swift, bequeath my ability to find a girl in New York City to the Senior boys of 'U8. I, Neil Swift, bequeath my Physics book to Paul Olmstead. I, Peg McCarthy, bequeath my large baton to Harriet Kennedy. I, Donald Austin, bequeath my talent in English, especially in using satire to Clifford Savoid. Signed, published and declared by the Senior Class as and for our last will and testament in the presence of us and each of us, who, in the presence of one another, have hereunto set our hands this twenty-third day of June, in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and forty-seven. Emogene Silvester, Class Lawyer

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CLASS PROPHECY As we all know, our future is written in the stars. A few clever astrologers with their powerful telescopes seek the inevitable. One stormy night, our Senior Class, prompted by a de- sire to know where they would be and what they would be do- ing ten years from now, visited one of these astrologers. It was an old man who hobbled out to meet us and invited us to ascend his Tower. There he focused his telescope to see just ten years ahead, and after searching the sky with his .telescope for a moment he exclaimed 'I see it - your class - but what a change! What is this? McCarthy Dancing Academy and Margaret is the chief instructor in charge.' ' Now I'll turn the telescope to Hollywood, to see what I can among the movie stars. There's Paul Sandford, playing Clark Gable roles, and his favorite leading lady is Bernice Gorman. • But What of Leota Moore? Oh, she's a dean in a girl's College, and does she lecture those poor girls ' ' What can this be? Why it's a schoolhouse, and here ft one of the members of the class, Anne Hayes, head of the Social Studies Department.' ' Shirley Leary is head band instructor at the new Col- ton Pierrepont Central School.' ' I see Clyde Severance as foreman of a very nrosperoue milk route in a nearby town.' ' Janice Gotham still has the habit of giggling,though she controls herself as she teaches her Clarinet lessons to the young people of Colton.' ' Oh, boy! a basketball game! One of the players is hurt. Why it's George Swift, the coach, who comes to the rescue.' ' Ellen Tucker.is a private secretary of a big iron and steel executive.' ' I see Donald Austin as a traveling salesman of a large firm. He is selling mudguards for soup-spoons and blisterless hoe-handles,' ' I see Neil Swift as a properous farmer and banker in the much enlarged village of South Colton.' ' Emogene Sylvester is now engaged as a hair-dresser and a lecturer on beauty methods. ' Robert Sullivan is a very successful medical doctor in Potsdam.' ' Joyce Hogle is now a very capable female politician and is in the State Assembly. She is going to campaign for a seat in the National House of Representatives. ' Pauline Chase is a governess, teaching a couple of idle rich children.' ' Bernice Gorman, in her scare time, is busy writing to her old class mates, giving them the News on Hollywood.I Well, that seems to be all. The astrologer tuhned away from the telescope and said, Goodbye, and good luck and congratulations on your successful futures. There was a chorus of Goodbyes and Thank yous, as we hurried away to our various tasks. MARGARET MCCARTHY

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(Tune of Plow Gently Sweet Afton ) Be hapny and joyful, each of you. Yet thoughtful of oast years that were too few; The days that are ended have flown all too aoon And High School is over In this month of June, We know not what's before us, life becons us all Careers and professions will, on some of us fall; A new day is dawning, and new ways appear. So valient and hopeful we'll be of good cheer. Pond memories of classmates and friends come to mind And linger to cheer us, though they're left behind And when we leave each other to toil as we may. We'll all be prepared to join the fray, JOYCE HOGLE CLASS POEM These years have swiftly ended The goal is safely won. Behind us lies a pathway One jouimey that is done. A Journey through our studies With guidance strong and true. The guidance of our teachers Who showed us what to do. More pathways lie before us. To lead us on through life; Our choice we'll fearlessly tread. Though it be filled with strife. With deep regret we're leaving A school that proved to be A help, a faith, a Heaven For the class of Forty-Seven. JOYCE HOGLE ALMA MATER High above the Racquette waters. High upon a hill; Stands our dear Old Colton High School And it always will. Wave your banner ever onward Purple and the Gold; For our Dear Old Colton High School; Go ye ever bold.