Gowanda Central School - Valley Bugle Yearbook (Gowanda, NY)

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I6 THE VALLEY BUGLE ANNUAL Name Ernest Palcic Walt Chmiel Rudy Kosmala Howard Ross Dorothy Townsend Bunnie Murphy jerry Hayes Nell-Gray Willcox Louise Pliss Doris Bu ry Katie Trapp Charles Davies Eloise Witherell Creola Farrell Lloyd Sherman ' johnny Mentley Raymond Baldwin Gordon Glair Lester Andres Florence Allen Frankie Beauvais Gerald Bartow Louis Bentley Edith Benton Alex Cheplo George Crouse Alice Doxtator Arlene Doxtator Doris Falk Carola Flogaus Helen Frenzel Vera Getselman Dennison john Gerald Kewley Grace Law jack MacGuire Aline Miller Eleanor Miller Helen Pollen , Margaret Tillotson Frances Zuzek Mary Zuzek Frances Witherell janet Keyes Vera Bowers :Sen Favorite Expression May I? Whaa- at? Who's got his History done? Hello, Teacher .- Oooh, goodness! Phooie, phooie Sez WHO-OO? N-n-no, no-oo! Oh IIIGLTSIIIPZH I tho't I'd croak Teeheehee Hello, Baby, how do you do? tand other popular songsj Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh Gladys! I'll take the other half of the dozen Oh, shut up- Tek, tck, tok! Yeah P How do you do this? Shucks---might as well-- Oh, oh, monkeys ..Oh.. Does my hair look all right? Hey, ho, everybody Aw, I can do that too-- Saa---ay! .- Where are the boys? Keep Quiet! Oh, dear! ..Oh.. Shall I make this up? Oh WOW! HuhP Oh, stop! Do you still love me, Hon? And I said-- Uwe '.-- Hn Sure Got your Solid done? Hello, kids Come on noh' oh.. This isn't even funnyl' Oh gosh! iors Future Desire To be President of the U.S. To make love to CH To buy out the Larkin Stores ' To win one of his argu- ments with Rudy To teach kindergarten To invent a telephone To poison all the men To attend High School in Falconer Hollywood To be Annette KelIerman's SUCCQSSOI' To live in Porto Rico To be a Song and Dance Man in a Night Club To be a Nurse at West Point To conquer MEN To own a CAR Katherine To rest To be a family man THAT'S OUT OF SORTSV' To be Angelo's shadow To be a scientist To surpass Caruso To be famous To sleep To vie with Nina as Miss America To be a salesman like ' Brother Frank To find a Boswell To teach youngsters in Sunday School To be a Senator To be a manufacturer of chewing gum To be Queen of the Mardi Gras at Paris To Be a French dancer To be an artist's model To be a second gallant Romeo ' To be THE Notre Dame football hero To be the hostess in HJ Night Club To be the air Hero of all fair damsels To be a famous radio artist To be a cartoonist To win a typist's Speed Record To be a second Greta Garbo To own a delicatessen shop To be a chauifeur to the First Lady To be a chef in a Chinese restaurant To become a Professor at Lima To be Old Bill Shakes- peare's successor Usual Occupation Presiding over the Senior Meetings Writing love letters Snatching Rossy's books Appeasing the faculty Keeping a certain note- book Reclining on a certain window-seat Teasing Chester Doin' nothin' Geometry Presiding over the New Chateau Corresponding with a cert- ain Spaniard Serving ginger ale to john- son, Boswell and their friends Acting Tiny Dancing Studying the dictionary Attempting the Impossible Rolling pencils on the desk Cooin' and Cuddlin' Studying Looking puzzled Eating pie lmbibing in Spiritus frumentaen Sleeping Taking Shorthand notes 'for Mrs. Longley Taking hospital girls out Tootin' his own horn Studying the Bible joy-riding with Tom Greene Being informed Giggling Imitating a French doil Keeping that schoolgirl complexion Squirming under the radi- ator in English class Guarding the Nation Flirting Writing letters Entertaining the Faculty Studying f'Waiting Doin' Solid Changing seats in History class l Driving Broadway Taxi Bossing the school Coming home for week ends Chewing gum X ,Q ,gases ' ' .3 .ifJif,H'f-,J A

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THE VALLEY BUGLE ANNUAL I5 ANDRes, I.EsTER Wlzerc the stream runneth smoothest, the wo-ter is deepest.--Lyly POLLY-iN, HELEN Nothing is impossible to the willing heart. -Heywood TILLOTSON, MARGARET Your heart's desire be with you. -Shakespeare CHEPLO, ALEX Yet have I something in me dangerous. -Shakespeare BARTOXV, CQERALD A bold bad man.-Spencer - G.H.s. - A A Fireplace A fireplace is a lovely thing. That is, some fireplaces are. VVhen the wood is piled high and the flames leap eagerly through it slowly revealing the mysteries of darkness, then a fireplace is lovely. Wlhen the hearth is sprinkled with chips and stray coal presses its hot cheek against the cold hearthg when an old kettle, long since blackened with the smoke, hangs faithfully in one corner and a bellow lies carelessly across the hearth- then a fireplace is lovely. The room is fragrant with the incense of the burning wood, the s-moke curls lazily in the farthest nooks and corners. There are ragged much-used books nesting peacefully on their shelves, a much-worn rug made beautiful by the dancing flames with a shiny, black cat stretched out upon it - in my room. And there are people in my room. A comfy rocking chair creaks softly as Mother gently rocks the baby -alluring her to dreamland. Father is reading aloud, his dear, tired feet propped up on his favorite foot-stool. His strong, low voice rings softly through the room. A tall, handsome boy, the pride of their two hearts, is stretched full length beside the cat. In a semi-circle a girl is curled up, another is leaning dreamily against i'Mother's chair and still another is perched on Father's stool. Contentment and happiness have spread their spell over this family. The story is finished, baby is asleep and the Hre is low. All are dreaming- some of the future, some of the pas-t-the glowing fire, the stage for their dreams. Nothing can break the spell enveloping this family for love holds sway there. A fireplace is a lovely thing. N ELL-GRAY WILLCOX

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THE VALLEY BUGLE ANNUAL I7 So Says Shakespeare In that terrible exam you forgot to study for- Fair is foul and foul is fair. As the Seniors part- When shall we three meet again P ' As we go through the dark mysterious tunnel at the I-Iollowe'n party- Present fears are less than horrible imaginingsf' Pzfhe day before English IV and History C regents-HO, never shall sun that morrow see. Doris as Lloyd pursues her- The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love. . john Lewis as he faces his uncrankable Ford- The attempt and not the deed con- founds us. Prof when he finds two unruly eighth graders attempting to remove parts of each other's anatomy- Resolve yourselves apart. The optimist as he sees not his name on the list of those who passed the fatal exam- Things without all remedy should be without regard: whtat's done is done. Miss Stenger when she discovers several culprites typing after four- Stand not upon the order of your going, but go at once. As the party breaks up- What is the night? Almost at odds with morning, which is which? An innocent bystander as G. H. S. marches out at fire drill- What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom ? Clyde johengen, caught in mischief- I have done no harm. Any typist, eraser in hand-'fOut, damned spot! Out, I say ! Any student when vacation seems ages away- Tomorrow, and tomorrow and tomor- row. ' Mrs. Chojnacki as she reviews this-- It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. D. T. TOWNSEND 1 c.H.s. -- To 11 Dear Friend-'-- Since you left me, loneliness has spread dark and shady wings and hovers over my sim- ple abode. Since you have gone out of my life, world and men have changed toward me. Spring has lost its lovelinessg the song of birds is meaningless, Howers 'hide their fragrance and the sunshine has lost its smile. With you, exhuberant joy and happiness have left me. I still exist but I do not live. I go through the bare motions of external living, but my soul is hungry and cold. Woe and bliss are found at night when my soul has gone out to find you, when my empty arms have stretched out into space to bring you back to me. Who can fathom the depth of sorrow, the pangs of despised love and friendship, the pains of a torn and lonely heart? We were inseparable friends but necessity decreed that we be parted. Fate set its stern face against our being together although no power on earth can harm or destroy our mutual affection. But since you went, everything has changed and the only thing you left me is the memory of indescribable, happy days. You were the most understanding friend. In hours of grief and disappointment, I could come to you and confide in you. You were responding to my caresses when I held you in my arms. The tone of your sweet voice was enchanting and when I was especially good to you, you would sing to me and carry me away into dreamland where beauty reigned supreme. From the rush of the cold outside world, I could Hee to you, take off my mask which society commanded me to wear and be myself. We were both friends of freedom and only in seclusion is freedom. I could sit with you for hours and listen to you. You taught me the mysteries of life and opened my eyes to the real values and beauties in this world. Whatever was little and small in me, you made me feel ashamed of it 5 whatever was noble and genuine in me, you brought to the surface. I was proud of you and I called you my dearest possession in life. As long as I had you, I was sure of myself but deprived of your guiding hand, I began to vascillate. You are out of my arms but not out of my heart. I long for you and still love you, my dear-violin. FRED PARCIANY