Kenmore High School - Kenitorial Yearbook (Kenmore, NY)

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is EW Lap ,sl Z-mm' fait., CLASS POEM What have we given of ourselves To contribute to the Plan, What have we done to help ourselves By helping our fellow man, Where is our place in the world today Where does a task await, How big a part plays fate? CTO life opening up before us Oh! Has life just begun And do we feel so very old Because we are so young?D Is the world just made for people Or the people for the earth, Can you discover in the mind or soul A person's value and true worth, If the world is not made for dreamers What is it made for then, Are not the greatest accomplishments Born in the souls of men? Cls life opening up before us Oh! Has life just begun And do we feel so very old Because we are so young?j So, suddenly before us The road is opening now, And before we first step forward, We must look back somehow. Then realizing all we owe To those who helped and help us yet We thank you, though we can't repay What in our hearts we'll ne'er forget. JANE DONNER 15

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Ah the Seniorsmfthose self-sutlicient, sedate and serene demigods who patronizingly pass their closing days among us, bestowing on all the benefits of their tutored minds. They are the unwitting embodiment of a paradox, how to remain self-assured in a world where they shall again be neophytes. For three long years they have struggled and aspired for one of those blue or white robes and that magic key to success--the diploma. We wish them vvellfbut gosh, we'll miss them! OFFICERS SHIRLEY LARSON Treafurer MR. PAWLING Clam Advifer ANN MASTERSCHN Vice- Prefidezzf Louis PAAR President XVILLIAM DOERR .Yecrefafjv CLASS OF FORTY-EIGHT 14

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-6-- CLASS ,A .ZW J .5 2 Papers, lady?lGot any old books or magazines for the paper drive? Why, come to think of it, sonny, I must have lots of old papers if you want to come up into the attic with me and sort them out, Here now, help me up these stairs. I don't get around quite as well as I used to! That's it, now hand me my cane and we'll see what we can find. Ah yes-here they are over in the corner. My, oh my, just look at that dust! I guess it's a good thing you came along today, sonny, no one's been up here for years. I 'spect I'd better brush them off for you a mite before you take them, though. Don't want you getting your clothes all dirty! My stars but those old books bring back memories. 'Tom Sawyer,' 'Robinson Crusoe,' 'The Bobbsey Twins,' 'Forever Am . . .' 'Ah yes! Well, sakes alive, here's a book I'd completely forgotten I hadf'The Memoirs of the Class of 1948.' Say, now, there's a book that's really worth reading, sonny. Those were the daysewhen you could buy a pound of butter for ninety-three cents, and eggs were only sixty-five cents a dozen. But I guess that's a thing of the past, Why, Ican still remember that night, june 25, 1945. That was rhe night we graduated from Junior High, sonny, all 427 of us. We were a good looking lot, we wereethe girls all dressed in their retty formals and the boysfwhy, we hardly recognized the boys. You see in those days, sonny, the boys didn't wear suits to school. They all had some kind of blue trousers with lots of pockets. I think they called them dungarees! Oh, I remember how scared we were up there on the platform, and how when it was all over, and the door of our junior High days had closed behind the last one of us, we all felt just a little sad that we had to leave. But no one felt sad very long, because within a few days everyone was launched into a well- earned vacation, and all thoughts of school were dismissed until the following September, when we all trudged happily back to school. l'll never forget that first day at the Senior High, sonny. I-low utterly lost we felt in an immense school where everyone was going somewhere and no one knew exactly where ! The green blackboards and the P. A. fascinated us no end, and after about a week we finally got used to getting up fifteen minutes earlier, to be at school at 8:30 instead of the usual 8:45. To start the year off right, we elected jack O'Neil president of our class, Shirley Larson vice- president, Peggy Cole secretary, and Bud Knisley-well, to be perfectly frank, sonny, we really didn't even need a treasurer at all that year, because fate wasn't too kind to us, and I can remember at the end of the year we couldn't afford to buy even a red pencil to enter our debts in the book. But we didn't discourage easily, and on May tenth we presented our So homore Show, the very first display of our acting ability, which was shown to great advantage ecause of the fact that we had made the setting an insane asylum. Exactly one week later, this great event was followed by our Sophomore Hop, the climax of the y ' ' A of exams and another vacation had begun. After two glorious months in the summer sun, bronzed and happy we made our way back once again to the familiar portals of our alma mater. We were Juniors now, or in simpler words 'wheels, which entitled us to strut about the halls with that certain air of importance and with our noses held just a wee bit higher. Within a short time we had elected Ann Masterson president of our class, ear, and then before we knew it we were in the midst lllllll ll' ll 0, Q., -f 2 fr N ll l J O 16