Lackawanna High School - Lackawannan Yearbook (Lackawanna, NY)

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0115155 ill This being our last will and testament, we, the graduates of 1946, exultant in our accomplishments???, about to depart through these ancient portals fby the grace of heaven, the skin of our teeth, and our kind- hearted teachers, do hereby give, distribute, offer, devise, leave, dispose, fpause for breath, hand-down, con- vey submit, and bequeath these, our most cherished possessions. With the greatest reluctance, we leave - Combat fatigue pills to future intermediate students Mr. Milano's heavenly blue eyes for future swooners Bob Lakso's rosy cheeks to Boris Zilka Jeanne Curtinis infectious giggle to Laura Jean Mancuso Danny Cugalj's jokes to dispose with as you wish Ruth Jones' bashfulness to Shirley Greiner Alvin Hoyson's dimples to Theresa Tomaka and Irene Paciorek fone to a customer, you know, Joan Williams',poise to Carol Berryman Mitch . Matusick's antique plaid shirt to the Salvation Army A lock of Tommie Barrettls highly treasured hair flf you look hard enough, youlll find some, honestl, Bob Joyce's wit to john Cantwell A new batch'of pretty girls to wolf with Mr. Carney We do hereby appoint someone as olhcial ticket seller to follow in Bob Higgins' footsteps. Footsteps, that is So you will never forget the most well-behaved class of 1946, we leave carved masterpieces in the desks of Study Hall- 18 To Mr. Doherty fgood ole' Harry, we leave Tony Guadagno's refined limousine so he can ride to school peacefully in the morning instead of being mauled on the bus. Or would he be better off without the car, hmmmmm? Ahhh! ,We have a delightful surprise for you future Seniors. You know that enchanting parking lot in back reserved for teachers only? Well, it's still reserved for teachers only Ta-ta-ra-ra-ra-ta - Flash! ll We interrupt this will to bring you a news bulletin. Shorty Kaczor will proudly part with a muscle fimagine, a whole muscle, for the benefit of his many admirers We leave the seat in Study Hall, where Cutie,' Zadzillca had so many refreshing hours of sleep, to his successor We leave the last echo of Charles Fistolals wolf howl resounding through the halls And, oh yes, Mr. Emerling. We mustn't forget poor ole, Bill. He worked so hard on the yearbook that I found exactly 11 more gray hairs. Honestly, I think he deserves more than that, don't you? I think he should have an even dozen . U We will also give you' helpful hints on getting along more smoothly with your teachers.- To get on the better side of Mr. Coughlin, during lunch time, you should throw oranges at one another and yell Roo'-yas , Diligently, we leave Mr. Yoviene lFather John, and his everlasting One more minute to go And last, but not least, a hearty farewell to Mr. Cosgrove and his ever-progressing family DOLORES ZAJAC 18

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friends, we lose our reticence and settle back to enjoy our new life. The conclusion of our first year finds us no longer novices, but competent high school students, ready for whatever the future holds. With the opening of our sophomore year, the Class of 1946 bursts energetically upon the school and its faculty. Forgetful of the apprehension and anxiety which gripped us last year, we now go about with a definite air of importance. No longer are we the youngest class in schoolg therefore, having passed the most difficult year, we are anxious to secure for ourselves a definite spot in ex- tracurricular school life. Hidden ambitions and talents are revealed as we turn our attentions to the various clubs in the school. Literary inclinations find satisfaction in the Lackawannan Staff, while the musicians clamor to gain admittance to the orchestra and glee club. There is scarcely one event throughout this year that does not find in its midst an enthusiastic sophomore advocate. We have become a very definite part of school life this year, and although we welcome the summer and the endless sources of pleasure it brings with it, we look forward with fervent anticipa- tion to our junior year. After our belated return to our Alma Mater in this Fall of 1944, we accept cheerfully our new subjects and classes. The senior activities hold a great place of interest in the junior class, for we realize that at a time not so far distant we shall be seniors, faced with the same responsibilities and duties they now possess. We find ourselves more and more concerned with student activities. Our adaptability to the intricacies of student management is displayed by our skill and dexterity in the organization and handling of our junior Prom. After choosing our representatives and forming- the various commit- tees for the preparation of the dance, all our hopes are fulfilled when the prom is judged a huge success. As Class Day approaches, we take our places as ushers and archbearers. These exercises remind us once more of the new responsibilities we shall assume next year, and we resolve to accept them gravely and to honor the seniors of the preceding years. We are now at the beginning of our senior year-the last year of our 'high school career. Certain that the experiences of the past three years will furnish us with the skill and wisdom in organization, we set about first to elect our Senior Officers. Then, in the course of a few weeks, we find October is already upon us, and with it, the annual senior Halloween Party. Here, amid witches, ghosts, and black cats, we renew old acquaintances once more and discover new friends. With the management of class affairs in the capable hands of the officers and the senior commit- tee, we turn our thoughts for the moment to the forthcoming Spring Play. This year's production finds many willing and talented seniors available for roles and for the numerous backstage jobs. At the presentation, after weeks and weeks of conscientious rehearsals, the play, Pop Always Pays, is accorded the very best reception, and another success is added to that list of which Lackawanna High School is justly proud. The days are fast drawing to a close, bringing with them memories we shall always cherish: of Class Day, and a last review of our high school lifeg of the Senior Prom, our last high school dance, of the Senior banquet, and finally, of our graduation. The book now closes on these most treasured days, which will remain with us forever. Into whatever tomorrow holds for us we will carry these remembrances and trust that, with them, we may surmount all barriers to our success and may ever honor the school that equipped us for the future. 17

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rupherg In this year of our Lord, 1971, we are attempting to set down as conscientiously as possible, the details of our strange chronicle. The reader has our assurance that every bit of exaggeration has been painstakingly excluded. Because of a peculiar ingredient in our food, about 1946, we drifted off into a deep slumber, awakening to find ourselves attended by two Angels of Mercy, Irene Dynda and Helen Miklos. Immediately, they took us to confer with those brilliant consulting specialists-Roland Hammond, Herbert Smith and Joseph Kisselg who recommended a few days of peaceful solitude. Having nothing to do, we turned on the radio to hear the distinguished Bernard Murphy and his up-to-the- minute-news compiled from the latest bulletins. After that, we leisurely listened tp Stanley Gorsica's program, Swing and Swoon with Stan the goon, featuring that lovely, ravishing girl-vocalist, Roddie Rienass. Their moans and groans had a soothing effect on us and we recuperated rapidly. In the midst of Irene Guz's program, Calories Count, the loudspeaker blared out- Be on the lookout for Robert Haggerty and his accomplice, Thomas Weir. They just escaped from Helen Quinnan's Quaint Un- questionablesv flf one isn't crazy when one enters, it is unquestionable that one will be when one departsj . These characters are dangerous and are heavily armed with disintegrating pistols. fYoii put them in water and pfttt! they disintegratej Weir has already stolen his father's mustache and is furtively attempting to -steak his mother's. joe Moretti and Eugene Panfil, sauntering nonchalantly down the Platinum Boulevard, heard this report and disappeared suddenly only to reappear as-ah! our heroes, ATOM and sidekick, lVfOLECULE .5'Their grim appearance as they pulled in their ions and zipped away in their electron, augured no good for those hombres, Haggerty and Weir. X , ' You can imagine our impatience to be at the world premiere of The Road to Lackawannan starring that captivating, alluring actress, Glama Irene Bernadzinski La Vere and that dashing newcomehr, that suave Van Carlton Hohler johnson. Their performance was superbg magnificent. .A At the Ritzy Rendezvous, we perceived that nationally-known writer, Paul Fiore, engaged in a deep con- versation with those popular glamour girls, the enticing Lorraine Zajac, and the bewitching model, Chesterine Tyrpak. Startled by a familiar sound, we turned around to find it issuing from the lovely mouth of vivaciqus- Mary Violanti, employed in her old occupation. 1 Then, slowly, the lights dimmed softly and from the shadows emerged the celebrated Latin-:American dancers, romantic John Trotta Cavalyaro and Pepita ' Warwick, performing their famous Dance of the Fleas. For the Hnale, Thomas LeRoy and his Flying Vampiresf, the vampires being Peter' Vinolus, Al Evans, Arthur Damstetter, and john Covino, executed splendid acrobatic feats. - Feeling a bit drowsy, we knew that the food we consumed was affecting us again so we hurriedly rushed to Woodrow Christ's Beauty Salon. We wanted to get fixed up before we became completely unconscious and left this enchanting world to return to 1946. Woody waited on us personally, and saw that we had the best of everything. 1 must take advantage of this and thank Leo Baldelli personally. He did a marvelous job on my toenails. As we were departing, the Mademoiselles Yoviene and Gutowski, eminent Parisian artists, walked in. The last thing we remember was that two angels, Gloria Fernandez and jean Layman escorted us to a soft, snow-white, fluffy cloud upon which we rested our weary heads and fell asleep immediately. . Q A When we awoke, we found ourselves back in 1945 with this fond remembrance. of our own graduating class. 1 - DOLORES ZAJ AC MARGARET MILLER 19