Kenmore High School - Kenitorial Yearbook (Kenmore, NY)

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PAT Once we were the untouchables-the low caste south-morons, lowest of creatures as viewed by the select upperclassmen. Gone was our sacred position of yesteryear. Our new lot in the Senior High School was comparable to the rank of protozoan in the animal kingdom. Characteristic of sophomores, we displayed the usual abominable traits such as dumbness, ignorance, and general obnoxiousness. Our lingo was even obsolete, for we were still associated with child- ish expressions such as freeze,' when there were priceless gems in circulation such as Kilroy was here and Drop dead. But somehow we survived . . . WVe managed to put on a Sophomore Show, which feat had not been attempted previously for quite a number of years. VVe also chose leaders to further our grievances in the Student Council. Our ringleaders were Allison Matthews, Joan Schroeder, Ron Tracey, and Chuck Mackett. We also chose a ringmaster-Mike, the Major , Stark. Some of us went out for sports, many others became interested in extra-curr . . ., well, outside-of-school activi- ties. We attended the football games and got a big kick out of new and diH'erent school affairs. Our prestige somewhat wavered after bucking the January exams. We settled down to work, passed, and looked enthusiastically forward to elevation in all respects of school life. We are the Juniors, or spokes No longer are we detestable children, but adults. Yes, even connoisseurs Cof studyhall diction- aries and cafeteria spoonsj. We began to vary our activities and, soon we had infiltrated all walks of school life. Ringleaders for this year were again Allison Matthews, Joan Schroeder, Ron Tracey, and a newcomer, Bob Martindale. We managed to summon a wealth of talent together as we put on the Junior Show-and it went over big Canyway it was a long show.J We collaborated with the sophomores to produce a semi-formal dance which was actually a combination of the Junior Prom and Sophomore Hop. Many of us participated in athletics with some making varsity squads. We accepted our social position with dignity and at the termination of the junior year looked ahead with enthusiasm to September, 1950. 22

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B LLETI It is with sad hearts that the roustabouts fold up the last remnants of the circus tents. As the wagons move slowly away, the star performers look back sadly at the site which represents three of the best years of their lives. However, the troupers discovered several precious items which they were unable to take except in memory, and these they leave to the performances of '52 and '58. WE LEAVE . . . The counsel and advice of the manager, Mr. Stark, which might prove helpful to the manager of 1952. Since the barn is not available to the forthcom- ing seasons because of its recent removal, we would like to leave a last word of reverence . . . Holy Smoke! The driver training car with its warn clutch and stripped gears to the future hot rod fans of Kenmore. A contract for Johnson and Johnson, the well known medical supply corporation, for the next football season. A year,s supply of Kleenex tissues and Ponds Lips Cwhich stay on and on and onl for the cor- ridor casanovas! Those delightful CPD odors which have served as an appetizer to the delicious home-cooked meals of Kenmore High School. Last, but certainly not least, and with regret, our teachers who have capably guided us. S K A M P 21 D 5 'Q 1 3? 1 'RN fgfgf-??f'I'Ii'I- ' - .-,-.-.' I .....4.A . fl AA' Oo gl ': F . uv QB, Oo

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PERFORlVlA CE We are sedate seniors. Awe-inspiring is our grandeur in the eyes of our fervent admirers. We are a paragon of beauty, poise, and sophistication-the essence of self-confidence and the quintessence of virtue-the knowledge of ages, the wisdom of Solomon-no longer do pedagogic words of wisdomn inspire us to dazzling heights. To us, no one has lived before us, and no one will live after us. We represent the Joe College and Betty Co-ed of tomorrow land maybe even the G.I. Joe.D To summarize us in a few simple words-we are the wheels But an end to laud and glorification . . . Looming up from behind the fighting spirit of Ernie Hamble- ton came Herman Markell, who was elected Student Council President on promises of keeping things at school the way Ernie had left them. Senior officers were Joan Schroeder, Bob hlartindale, Ralph Case, and Barb Simpson. CThis class is in a rutlj VVe took time out from trig and English to put on another in a great line of hlondo Productions, the Senior Carnival. Not only did we see Indians, watch the Charleston, and hear ultra-modern melodies, but also we became acquainted with effervescent per- sonalities such as Gullible Cand our lovely queen, too, Joan Schroeder.j Soon rave notices were published by our critical pedagogues and we discovered we had potential scholarsn in our midst-Ruth Rittenhouse and Dave Arnold, who came in Hrst and second respectively. For some of our big top players, college boards and scholarship exams threatened the futureg for others, business interviews loomed ahead. Still others left Nightmare Alleyn to join Uncle Sam's fraternityf' Then came class day with its consequent awarding of letters, honors, and scholarships. The Senior Ball came and went as only a glorious reminder of our still more glorious past. June exams were quickly hurled and graduation day arrived. Misty-eyed Qheck, bawlingb were we all as we realized the termina- tion of our presence in the grand old hallowed halls of K.H.S. The circus was breaking up and ending its season with a grand finale- but such was life, with its ups and downs. Few of us will forget our alma mater as it remains an example of our American way of life. It will help to serve as a source of inspiration as we tread along life's highway. Bob Sumner Q3