Hadley Luzerne High School - Hi Lights Yearbook (Lake Luzerne, NY)

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 CTt ?E, the Class of 1951 VV in the Counties of Saratoga and Warren being of unsound mind and memory, do make, publish and manner following that is to say: of the school of Hadley-Luzerne Central and the State of New York declare this our last Will and Testament, in FIRST: To Miss Doyle, we leave a chance of never having the trouble of another class like ours. SECOND: To Miss Woodin, we leave the hopes of finding the ideal school and class. And to Mrs. McLenithen, we leave the hopes of having a class with capable actors and actresses. THIRD: To the Class of ’52, realizing that the Class of ’52 can hope never to achieve the fame, scholastic honors, and peculiar characteristics, we wish to bequeath our eternal memory as an in- spiration to carry on excellent work throughout the coming year. To the entire Class of ’53, we relinquish our multitude of ingenious excuses for not do- ing homework. FOURTH: To the faculty, we leave our deepest sorrow for having to withdraw such brilliant students as ourselves from this cherished institution of learning. FIFTH: To a few honored individuals we leave the following most treasured valuables: To Bill Duell, Scrub Forster wills his flourishing undertaking business. Junior Clute will receive Bill Liebl’s gift of oratory. Dick Waterhouse graciously donates 1,287 illegal absence slips to Mike Smead. To Bill Palmer, Don Parker leaves the trials and tribulations of unfinished homework. Emerson’s wolfish ways are bequeathed to Ed Skerrett. Bob Ziegler wills his private Trig lessons with Miss Caughran to Tom Cheyer, who will take his place as envy of the school. Dick MUlward wills his scientific knowledge to Einstein (he might need it.) To Dorothy Adams, Margaret Bullis wills her jinxed clarinet; To Cecile Rogers her stature, and to Mrs. Dejnozka her love of peace and quiet. To her sister Donna, Norma Butler wills four years of neglected homework, and to Joan Johnson she bequeaths her harem of young admirers. To Tommy Cheyer, Jackie Cranston is leaving an amazing inability as a typist, and to next years mellophone player, she wills all the oomp-pah-oohs. To Joan Jockers, Irene wills her charming personality and that fascinating New York accent will be given to the highest bidder. To baby (?) sister Josie, Clara Le Barron gives her mathematical and scientific abilities, and anyone who can decipher “It” can have “It.” To John W. Synder, Secretary of Treasury, Gladys Loveland gladly bestows all her financial problems. To “The Thing”,Barbara Me Cullough wills her brilliance in Home Ec., and Loreen Woodward will receive her alarm clock, guaranteed to ring every morning at 4:30 A.M. To Virginia Waite, Celia McCullough bequeaths her lisp, a well-chewed cuticle, and her natural shyness. To Harry Truman, Shirley Mudge wills her ability as president-just in case he needs it. To Jose Iturbi, Deniece White bequeaths her musical genius. To Myra Brannon, Jean Woodward wills her slightly used bottle of peroxide. ORLIN TREMAINE JUST LEAVES. Lastly we hereby appoint Mr. Abraham Dawes, Esq. Executor of this, our last WiU and Testament: hereby revoking all former wills by us made. IN WITNESS WHEREOF. We have hereunto subscribed our names the 25th of June in the year Nine- teen Hundred and Fifty One. 13

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Maggie She cannot be belittled when she stretches out her neck. You can see she’s not so little, or your eyesight’s a wreck. But when it’s doing school work and helping out her class. There’s no mistaking Maggie, for she’s quite a lass. Celia She’s quite a brain, With a book or a boy; At a hundred and six. She’s quite cute and coy Norma She goes on like a record in the last study hall, The way she keeps on talking, you’d think it was a stall. Now Norma you know, can, at times, quiet down, During those times she can’t help but to frown. Scrub When he’s absent from school, He’s not got the gout. He’s up at Rozell’s, Just laying them out. Dick He tickles the ivories With most any piece he picks. But you oughta hear his Chopin Played with Chinese Chopsticks. Bob Never a surl from Robert Earl, He’s as jolly as they come. He’d give you the shirt right off his back, It’s hot out---He isn’t dumb. Orlin A well-liked fellow With his skip and remark. He likes his drinks mellow And his gals with a spark. Jackie When doing clothes the Chinaman Makes sure there’s nothing lackee. An iron tub, some good strong suds, And to wring them out there’s Jackie. Irene Irene’s very pretty And has dozens of friends. With her accent from the city The men she really sends. Jean I dream of Jeannie with the light blond hair Born like an actress on the high school stage. I see her tripping and she should take care, I hear her lines, but she’s on the wrong page. Emerson Emer had a little cow, It’s hide as brown as soil; The question, now, is why and how The cow made Emer toil? Clara She seems to know her work, allright, In fact, no doubt about it; But if you ask her to explain, She’ll whisper and not shout it. Gladys She’s been loaded down with money, All throughout this year. Oh, to see the way it went, With Easter so darned dear. Don Now I lay me down to sleep, So weary and forlorn. The alarm is broken, so’s not a peep Will rouse me in the morn. Deniece Good Old Deniece With the honor grades, Let’s hope she lives in peace, Like other old maids. Shirley When it comes to clowning, There need not be a circus; For Shirley’s always astounding With her own free acts and fracas. Bill On the Baseball team Bill’s not a full disgrace. But with his bow-legs and levis, It’s a job to make first base. Bucket As a driver, he’s fast. With his homework, he’s last. But for a number one guy, For him our votes cast. Bobby A Home Economic teacher, Bobby wants to be, But there’s just one catch there seems to me. “Experience is the best teacher” will turn out right, She’ll probably get married to solve her plight. C o caN 12

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We arrived in I iverpool, England, on May 33, 1999, and were surprised to discover that an old classmate of ours, Richard Millward, PhD., by name, was in the jug there for attempting to remove the Liver from Liverpool. We generously bailed him out and departed for London, where we heard that Margaret Bullis had recently become the world’s champion matador. This wasn’t too amazing because even back in high school she was very good at throwing the bull. While crossing the English Channel, we ran into Dick Forster, who was also in the brig. The offense? Embalming a seaman who had said that he was dead on his feet. Our next stop was Paris. Ah 1 Glorious Paris 1 We were just in time to see Shirley Mudge (better known today as Imogene La Rue) off on the train after taking the city by storm with her exclusive style of burlesque dancing. It’s too bad she couldn’t take the remains of Paris with her. In Spain, we found that Gladys Loveland, after an extensive search, had nabbed another million- aire, but she was living up to her reputation as president of F.H.A. (Future Homewreckers of Amer- ica), since she and her husband were maintaining their household in a junk-yard. Incidentally, this same junk is all that’s left today of the once world renowned “Don Parker’s Hudson Palace”. Park, by the way, has the enviable position of mascot for the Spanish Galleon Baseball Team. During our brief stop in Germany, we met Bob Ziegler, who informed us that he had just com- pleted an eight-year course in engineering. Although he was in a hurry, he was gracious enough to offer us a ride back to Berlin in the cab of his steam locomotive. The next old acquaintance we met was in the Belgian Congo. We oiled Celia Mac’s brain and blew out a few of its cobwebs, since it was rather rusty from the damp air and the leisurely life she had been leading. In return, she gave us a sure formula for touring Turkey on $.65. In that country we came across Irene Jockers, who was teaching modern Chinese with a New York accent (formerly shorthand) in a Turkish University. We were just strolling through one of the new Iranian Hospitals when we met Deniece White, tear- ful because she had been fired for beginning her nurse’s career by ending her patient’s career. Emerson Howe was the old friend we stumbled onto in Arabia. He’s famous in those parts for crossing the camel with the cow. A recent survey has shown that nearly every nomadic tribe now has a herd of camows. When we entered India, we were adopted into one of the native tribes there upon the recommenda- tion of Clara Le Barron. Clara, after a mere four years is a witch doctor. She now has four capable assistants, namely, Jacky Cranston, who has a passion for the cleaner, Jean Woodward, who’s highly skilled with the meat saw and Barbara McCullough, who can make some mighty fancy stitches with her patented bamboo needle and human-hide thread. Oh, yes, quiet, meek, little Norma Butler calmly sweeps up the remains of the victims of their $5,000,000 hospital in southern India. Clara had a rather dangerous glint in her eye when she saw one of Bill’s old wounds from an over-friendly lion, so we left hurriedly for Bucket Waterhouse’s palace near Rangoon. However, his harem was having a civil war, so, rather than become involved, we hastily departed. We had an uneventful trip back to good old Luzerne, where, incidentally, the tourist trade has be- come stupendous of late, undoubtedly because it possesses the oldest high school building in the world. We are now retiring from animal training and traveling, primarily because Orlin has never been the same since he lost one of his heads to a Bengal tiger.