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

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As individualst Norva Beckstead- I bequeath my ability to maintain a per feet attendance record in school to Buzzie Hawley. Sonny” Campbell- I bequeath my ability to get to school on time to brother Bob. Joan Crossman- I bequeath my heighth to Barbara Seymour, so that she will be as tall as Joe. Kermlt Ford- I bequeath my ability to be out of school more than in to my sister, Connie . Julia Leary- I bequeath my ability as a cheerleader to my sister Colleen. Virginia Moore- I bequeath my ability to study to Ray- mond Colvin. Peggy O'Donnell- I bequeath my ability to distinguish colors in Science class to my sister, Patsy . Patricia Regan- I bequeath my ability to get my choice candy bar, from the machine, to Mr. Butler. Maureen Sanford- X bequeath my ability as The Whistler to Kathryn Hayes. Eileen Seaver- I bequeath my ability to get along with Mr. Saruso, to any one who can; Robert Salleck- I bequeath my ability to play basket- ball to Roveletta. Bernard Sullivan- I bequeath my heighth to Orin Thomas, in order that he may be our next center. Philip Moore- I bequeath my ability at billiards to Ed- ward Creighton . Signed and witnessed in the year of our Lord one thou- sand nine hundred and fifty one. Maureen Sanford, class lawyer

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With the coming of fall, we found ourselves entering the new school building which had oeen completed during the summer. After attending classes in the olu uuildlng we thank our parents for providing us with such wonderful accommod- ations. To lead us for the final year we chose Bernard Sull- ivan for our President, Philip Moore-Vice President, Julia Leary-Secretary and Kermit Ford-Treasurer. Joan Crossman and Floyd Campbell were our Student Council representatives once more and Mr. Caruso our Class Advisor. We kept very busy selling subscriptions to magazines, filling our candy machines daily and presenting our Senior Play, Miss Smarty . We also did much planning and looking forward to our Easter vacation trip to New York City. But alast We are now nearing the end of our Senior year, sorrowful, and yet thankful, we now prepare to face Comm- encements. For we shall soon leave our fellow classmates, and we'll go out into tne world to follow the careers which we have chosen and so earefully planned throughout our WE, THE CLASS OF 1951 OF COLTON PIERREPONT CENTRAL SCHOOL, BEING OF SOUND MIND AND MEMORY, DO DECLARE THIS, OUR LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT. We bequeath the following: To: Mr. Corbltt-the ability to keep the school in an up- right condition, especially the gym floor. Mr. Caruso-our many thanks and deep appreciation for his guidance through our Sophomore, Junior and Senior years. The Junior Class-the ability to make money. The Sophomore Class-we just leave, but with our best wishes. The Freshman Class-Mr. Caruso, as class advisor, to guide you through your years, so that he will be able to maintain his famous quotation, Let's forget the whole thing .

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A PROPHECY A MOUSE TALE It was night time at the Hotel Plymouth and all through the house, not a creature was stirring except for a mousefor rather two mice). As our heroes appeared, we saw them sliding down the laundry chute to their home in the basement under the flour bin. In their hurry to reach their beds unseen, one of them. Squeaky by name, stepped on a long white object lying on the floor. Oh cheesesticks I Now you've done it . Whiskers. You've stepped on Grandpa's beard and he'll be mad enough when he finds out that we didn't get in at ten o'clock without adding insult to injury? Who pulled my beard? , grumbled Grandpa. Why Squeaky, Whiskers why aren't you in bed? Well, Grandpa, we meant to be home on time but there was a big banquet for some efficiency expert named Bernard Sullivan He figured out a system that takes all the work out of sleeping and we didn't want to miss the fun , said Squeaky. Yes, yes, that sounds like Bun or Speedy as his class- mates called him , said Grandpa. Why Grandpa, did you know him? , shouted whiskers. Of course I did. He came here with his class on their Easter trip. Why it must be all of fifteen years, 1951 to be exact . I'll bet you knew some of the other guests then. I heard some one say that all of his class mates were there, and that they were all famous. Philip Moore, who owns the 'NO CHANCE' nite club in the resort town of South Colton, was there with his wife, the former Joan Crossman. Joan directs the all-girl band at the club when she is not taking care of the twins . And who was it that started screaming and giggling when I started to run up her leg? , asked Squeaky. Oh, that was Eileen Seaver. She finally manged to start her own business, The Petite Dress Shoppe. Remember, she was discussing the latest fashions with Peggy O'Donnell. You know her. Squeaky, we saw her television show, 'Slumberland Symphony' sponsored by The Campbell Lazyland Mattress Company, the other nite when