Knox School - Rose Leaves Yearbook (Nissequogue, NY)

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last will anh We, the Anniversary Class, of The Knox School of Cooperstown, New York, in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and fifty-four, leave as solemnly as possible. We also grudgingly bequeath the following articles to those persons designated, or to those courageous enough to follow in our footsteps. To the Senior Class of next year we wish the best of luck in finding a new browsing room with only one door and a plentiful supply of ash trays. Anne Wilcox leaves with hopes her Hidden Treasure to Jeanne Allen . . . Good luck Jeannel Joanne Braatz leaves New York City night life to Annie Sanders and Margo Hooker. Bobby-Lou Babcock wills Numide to Melba Colt with the hope that she can win musical chairs in the next Carnival horse show. Mary Jo Eastman leaves her electric blanket to Frannie Pierce while she departs quickly to Florida. ' Ruth Ketay wills to any adventurous Long Islanders next year the convenience of her home for a change in atmosphere. Lynn Prior and Beth Hubbell bequeath to Raquel Antuna their hockey stick in the hope that her game may improve. I, Pudgie Stevenson, leave my name Pud- gie to the weight-gaining girls. Anabelle Loeffler deliriousl bequeaths her history weakness to Sandy Schultze trusting that she will improve upon it. Judy Gillson leaves in confusion as usual. Linda Larrison grievingly bequeaths Cornell MEN to Carolyn Babcock in the hope that she can drag one to the altar. Gail Laube leaves to Dixie Dean her daily wanderings and her trips in search of ad- venture. Sylvia Smith leaves her complete set of facial expressions to a fellow contortionist, Jean Leavenworth, in the hope that they will come in useful. Ranita Eastman leaves her tumbling ability to Molly Jean Shuttleworth. Ellen White leaves her two-weeks trip to Nassau to anyone who wants to complete two weeks' work in four days. Terry Stevens leaves her French book to Mona Coury with these parting words, Au revoir. Nancy Swift leaves her pink pajamas to any warm-blooded junior who wants them. Roxanne Hensle leaves a permanent home in Cooperstown for anyone who wants to come back to the old school site. Wendy Kalman sadly wills all lost and home- less dogs with a strong pair of legs to Johnnie with the hope that she will provide enter- tainment for them every afternoon. Nancy Leavenworth hereby wills to Connie Wilber her Sunday afternoon escapades, and Valentino, in the hope that Connie will have as much fun as she did. With warmest aifection Bette Vogt be- queaths the good name of CHUCK to Barbara Blair, hoping that she will take good care of it. At Miss Gordon's uest, Louise Brown, Ann Polak, and Salllyecillhambers reluctantly part with their collective dramatic abilities, in the hope that Ann Belford may nobly carry on the tradition. Linda Wachsman leaves her love for peanut- butter cups to any fanatical junior who has the stomach for them. With memories ofiMiss Gordon's fond recol- lections of Belgium, Frances Hecht hereby wills her Belgian citizenship to her. Corky Gonzales wills her sheets and blankets to Olga Berrizbeitia for those Saturday nights.

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HAPPE THE covered, I found it to be Bette Vogt, who had just recently been given the position because of her outstanding training. During my stay in Washing- ton several awards and trophies were awarded. The First Lady President of the Grange, Nancy Leavenworth, was presented with a trophy f'or her work in the field of Husbandry. Up to date she has an impressive collection of farmer friends whom, she says, she has been accumulating since school days. The newly chosen Mother of the Year, Linda Larrison, was also in Washington. She is the proud parent of new triplets, which, when added to her family of nine, give her the right to the slo an Cheaper by the Dozen. Before leaving Washington for a new assignment, I ran into Wendy Kalman. She told me that be- cause of her athletic ability and her love for ani- mals she has been assigned by the Republican Party to train the elephant for his role in the coming campaign. At the request of Miss Kalman, a rare white elephant was imported from India. Next, I had to investigate an invention newly arrived from South America, so I jetted down to New Orleans. Once there, I went to interview Irene Berrizbeitia who is sales promoter for Sissy George, a thriving banana plantation owner in Brazil. Sissy has revolutionized the helicopter industry with her ingenious Flying Banana, in which she makes daily excursions over her pros- perous banana lands. Irene had been successfully promoting the sale of this amazing invention in the U. S. A. From New Orleans I went to Hollywood to the premiere of Nancy Swift and her partner in their new dance show at the Inter-Solar Hotel. Every- one en'oyed the show-even the stately Pluto- nians. From a fellow associate I received the news that the new woman tennis champion of the world is Gail Laube. The match was held in Australia, and although Australia is only ten hours away from Los Angeles, I just couldn't make it in time to catch the Super Duper, an express airliner to the East. Also from a fellow reporter I learned that Pudgie Stevenson is the head of the Synchronized Swimming Team. He said she was headed for the Samoan Islands to give an exhibition for the natives. She brought with her an exclusive bath- ing suit designed by the highly accredited fashion designer Ranita Eastman, to keep the swimmer above water at all times. Today I finally satisfied my curiosity as to whose smile it was which I continually saw around the planet on billboards, on subterranean vehicles, and in interplanetary magazines advertising ladies' chlorophyll agar. I found the smile to be none other than that of Bobby Lou Babcock. The Super Duper had to make an emergency landing in Wyoming because of a blasted jet. The plane landed on a private field owned by a rancher who bred horses for all purposes. I was quite sur- prised to meet Alix Belford, the owner. She told me of a new species of horse she had recently de- veloped. This new type of horse is black with red polka dots. She said she called the horse Red Mask because the horse has a black face and red eyes. When the jet was repaired, I said goodbye to Alix and headed for Chicago. In Chicago, Linda Wachsman was making the headlines. For some obscure reason of her own she has just completed a ten year course in Mechanical Engineering and is receiving her well earned diploma. I had to return immediately to New York City because of the reconvening of the U. P., or the United Planetations. The glamorous Maria Ville- gas was gracing the U. P. Forum as a member of the Polar Bear delegation from the Antarctic. She was elected because of her unusual ability to adapt herself to foreign customs. Later, as I was driving down Fifth Avenue in my jetmobile, trying not to exceed the supersonic speed limit, I was stopped abruptly by a barrier across the street. A parade! And who should be the high stepping young woman leading the band? Terry Stevens, of course, and behind her a ten foot banner reading, Sup- port the Diamantis Benefit for Greek Sailors. After the parade I continued my speedy trip along the river until I reached West Point on the Hud- son, where I met Beth Hubbell. She was signing autographs after the enthusiastic reception given her and her troupe by the corps of cadets. Her traveling variety show has won nationwide ac- claim for its unique style of entertainment. I had to return to the City to report on the Teachers' Convention. They were electing the Teacher of the Year when I arrived. Now who do you suppose was chosen? Madamoiselle Gonzales. She was chosen because of her exceptional methods of teaching the French language to young and old a ike. I will have to close this pleasant chat because I must prepare my news column for the day. My assistant, Anabelle Loeffler, is diligently mixing the papers on my desk, trying not to disturb me, searching for an article. I also have an appoint- ment with the noted psychiatrist Dr. Marcia Hill. I must see her every month to remain on this straight and narrow path, otherwise, the mental strain of recounting such events as these might prove fatal to me. Signed-ADRIENNE LEE Bavrs of The World Bugle

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Testament Irene Berrizbeitia wills her bad temper and collection of Bob Wagner's pictures to Yoyo Guerrero. Maria A. Villegas wills Bate Arraiz her bril- liant mind in algebra, French, etc. Marcia Hill leaves to Carol Stobbe the bliss- ful melody Changing Partners. Adrienne Bevis leaves her propensity to hold clandestine meetings with her furry friend, and her patience regarding its welfare, to Gail Savage in the hope that she can con- tinue such amiable hospitality. Mary McKeever, now being of unusual mind, leaves to Frannie Colt her ability to make graceful landings, hoping that she will find a favorite patch in next year's ring. Nancy Imboden tensely leaves her calm nerves at SLIGHT accidents to Sissy Duffy ir1 the hope that her next Carnival date arrives bumpless. To Sandy Bryant, Coker George leaves a worn-out Turin ski tag and a pair of ski poles that can be converted into crutches. I, Sophie Diamantis, leave my strong nerves and perserverance to anyone who thinks she might want them. Alix Belford wills to Pat O'Connor her na- turally curly hair in the hope that when she goes out hut-ing on her lost weekends she will return in recognizable condition. To Mrs. Boehner we bequeath our most sincere gratitude and never-ending thanks for being a truly wonderful housemother and an understanding friend. And finally, to Robie, our wise and patient Form Adviser, we leave a little cottage beside a singing brook within an orange grove. In it will be the thousand best books, with which she can pass hours more peaceful than those she spent laboring with us, the Rebel- lious Class of 1954. In witness whereof we have hereunto set our hand and seal on this fourth day of June nineteen hundred and fifty-four. CS' Q mth w- Nwwvw Yami