Katonah High School - John Jay Yearbook (Katonah, NY)

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Money grafting, so prominent in our high school years, n'est-ce pas ?, began in the third grade when we joined the Audubon Club and lost half the money on the way to school. Two people, directly opposite in personality but both good kids, greeted us when school opened in September. One Anna Morabito, quiet always, the other Bob Johnson. Our noon hours were spent running up and down those narrow, rocky paths in the woods. Bruised knees and bumped noses were our souvenirs, but it was fun. The good singers in our class started two-part work in the fifth grade, but at least we did two-part work theng now we don't do any work. We were glad to welcome three new members who soon proved to be worthy members of the class of 1940-the Bar- teaux-quiet Ernest, vivacious Bunny , and Ethel Taggart, who has proved to be a whiz in sports. The following year brought Robert Mandia who has been with us off and on- mostly off-ever since. Remember the sixth grade poet, Rudyard Kipling--how we did appreciate him! Ah me! When at last we reached the seventh grade, we ran into some real trouble in the form of geography regents. Miraculously most of us passed and that was that. That hectic year was made more so by the arrival of an all-round good fellow, Sam Levyg our boy scout, Pompei Bernardo, and Dick Twidy, of Senior Play fame. Those perplexing phenonoma, dates, started in a small way in the eighth grade. How grown up we felt, more so than we do now. Remember our picturesque boy friends learning the graceful art of dancing-oops, excuse it, they never did learn, did they? Although we acquired only one new member that year, this one was more than enoughg for this member was none other than our naive and sweet-Jackie-an unforgettable day -wasn't it boys? High school-thrills, feeling important, going out for sports, looking up to the seniors, having fun passing to classes, getting taken down a peg by teachers who had us all figured out-we'll never forget it! From the four corners of the earth migrated the quiet members of our present class. Why they all chose to join us in our freshman year, we don't know-certainly they had no calming influence on us, Dorothy Waite, Gilbert Oberle, Dorothy Bouton, Robert Reynolds, our gifted poet Eleanor Beers, George Davis, Edith Gundolfi, William Martin, and the naturalist Stanley Grierson. Three live-wires Bradford Horton, Edward Lucas and William Taylor provided a good contrast. In our junior year we really assimilated a choice group of kids -outsanding, loads of personality. First of all Roy O'Mara, who arose to such heights that he became class president in his first year at Katonahg cheer-leader Rachael Bolmer, who has a per- sonality if ever any girl did, Dick Barrett, who danced his way into our affections, Philip Green, Florence Wattsg Walker Phinneyg Victoria Gerardig and Josephine Gun- clolfi. We felt that we did ourselves proud at our Junior Prom, which judging from the

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Glass fieers President -- Bruce Helmes Vice-President - Roy O'Mara Secretary-Treasurer - Margaret Busch Faculty Adviser - Erwin K. Hasseltine Class Hietory n r A V 'VZ Q5-45 fmfivbi ,V ,QL 'Ax 'ie T was the best of classesg it was the Worst of classes. It was the brightest classg it was the dumbest class. They were the best of kids g they were the worst of ' teac ers. s 4 kids What a class-this class of '40, We'll never forget you-neither will the Our public life started with a bang when our first grade orchestra pulled the cur- tain on a crashing performance. Our illustrious and popular president, Bruce Helmes, for- got his instrument, but it worked out all right because his knees took the place of the drums. Remember how timid he was in those days ? The rest of the proud group con- sisted of our future drum-major, Bob Fowlerg blond enticing Marilyn Noeg musical Ber- til Kallbackg sports-loving Betty Pronayg speed demon James Scallong ambitious Betty Malayg Ichabod, alias Daryl Ganung: demure Ruth Santore and scholarly Margaret Busch. The talkative members of our class met their doom in the second grade. Our one and only memory is adhesive and more adhesive tape on our mouths. William Blackley, our sports her0, joined our ranks at this time.

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compliments we got on orchestra and decorations was really an A1 affair. Of course we don't like to brag but --. And at last-Seniors, not so important a feeling as we had expected. We worked a little harder than before, got more school spirit, made more friends, and had more fun. George Roman, Claudia Stone, Walter Amey, and Jettie Allee joined us on the last home stretch-the senior year. We've done a lot of new things-Victory Football Dance, Senior Play Early to Bed-Early to Rise , going to a Broadway Play Life With Father , and last but not least starting The John Jay first Katonah High yearbook which we hope future classes will make a tradition. It's been fun-Katonah High. It's strange that as we look back, only the pleasant memories remain with us making us think that it's just about as perfect a place as we could find. Be that as it may, we'll never forget our Alma Mater and some day when we become old and gray, the warmest corner in our hearts will be reserved for our class because it is-just the class of 1940. MARGARET BUSCH C 5 ' C4