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

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CLASS POEM We, the Class of forty-nine, In preparing to terminate Our twelve full years of school, Would like to recall with you Memorable events at Katonah. To remember the athletics, The closeness of scores, the thrill of A touchdown or the winning basket. To feel the elation in a paper well written Or a high mark on a test. To recall the Junior Prom and Senior Ball, The many days of work on The Little Minister Our choice forthe Senior play. To look back on the Yearbook with lts spirit of cooperation and the Sensation of a iob well done. And before we leave, To remember once again the gladness In working for our school. Then for a moment let us look Into the future, knowing that all will be well Ancl hoping some day, the Class of '49 May assemble once more To review our happy days at Katonah. -By Caroline Herz.

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CLASS HISTORY ln 1936 the doors of the old school on Bedford Road stood open to a group of wide-eyed youngsters. They entered the halls of learning aglow with anticipation. But it was something new and strange and it had to be absorbed slowly. lt was. ln the front row of the first grade was found little Billy Fowler dunking shy Norma Ritch's pigtails into his inkwell. Next was seen John Greenfieldt making eyes at blonde Peggy Curran. ln the back row resided Dick Corlett who was to become one of the finest filibusters Katonah High has ever known. Next to him sat demure Una Wilson, overcome with amazement. Thus the future class of '49 invaded K.H.S. and started their education under the patient guidance of Miss Wiles. The next year found us in the second grade with Mrs. Hasseltine. There we were joined by a strangely silent Tommy Ganung, laughing Jane Fer- guson from Bedford Hills, and Tommy Broderick, the boy wonder who was born with a silver basketball in his hand. Then came Miss Bingham's third grade and along with it came one lonely but valuable addition from Pleasantville-Bill Weist. Dark haired Dolores Leal ioined us in the fourth grade. That was the year we moved lock, stock and barrel to the beautiful new school on Huntville Road. Mrs. Virtuoso had a hard time calming us down. The fifth grade found us trying the sanity of the newly-wed Mrs. Ganung. Handsome Donnie Joyce, quiet Barbara Elsesser and cute Janet Zarges ioined our ranks. The sixth year of our education was under the supervision of Mrs. Schuler. Her attendance record included industrious Carmen Gerardi and petite Bobbie Lynn from Golden's Bridge, and shy Shirley Morgan from Sanford, Florida. Donnie Joyce left us for Poughkeepsie. At last! We were upstairs! Mrs. Woodcock, our advisor, helped us start the famous seventh grade proiect of selling pencils. A golden-locked Joyce Hall quietly made her entrance. Shirley Morgan left our class and returned to Florida. Mr. Myers was our eighth grade teacher. Finding K.H.S. irresistible, Shirley came back to us. 9