Little Falls High School - Profile Yearbook (Little Falls, NY)

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........................................................................................-.-.I----------H----------------------H---------H-----------lm------fu----------------U LITTLE FALLS HIGH SCHOOL SENIOR CLASS BOOK intelligence to the Junior Class, or to such inf dividuals who feel the need of a little of it. We, Charles Fort and Steve Malek, do be' queath our wonderful understanding of French translation to Richard Rasch. I, Elizabeth Majtan, do bequeath my an' gelic behavior in American History class to Jane Clingen, Who would ever think that either of us would misbehave? We, Catherine Babjar, Michael Palamar, John Skandera and William Sivack, do be' queath our musical talent in producing saxof phone moans, clarinet wails and violin scratches to any hopeful future musicians. I, Herbert Upright, do bequeath to Mr. Archer my well known ability as a debator, so that he may be able to persuade Miss Mesick that there are other things of importance be' sides history. I, Orlando Diodati, do bequeath my great speed as a runner to Fred Teall, so that he may run away from the girls more easily. We, jane Norris, Beryl Watkins, and Catherine Opesky, do bequeath our notftofbef denied attractiveness and beauty to the girls of the Junior Class who are somewhat wanting in this respect. We, Bessie Paracka and Josephine Pawelek, do bequeath our supply of gum to Miss King- ston. We, Alfonso Frezza and john Spurza, do bequeath our ability to stick to the dear old Alma Mater to Dewitt Scott, so that he may become as attached to it as we were. I, John Ferguson, do bequeath to Fielding O'Kelley a book which has proven useful to me. It is entitled The Etiquette of Bumming a Cigarette. We, Albert Volpe and Warren Canarro, do bequeath to Mr. Archer our loud voices. With the three combined he should be the Hrst person to shout from here to Hawaii. E221 We, William Kllc and Joseph Donadio, do bequeath to Mr. Woolever our ability to bum rides. We think he will Soon be able to make use of it, since his car looks and sounds as if it is falling apart. I, Jennie Bober, do bequeath to Arlene Munk my spectacles so that she will cease to squint when she takes Shorthand dictation. I, Freda Weinheimer, do bequeath my shy nature and retiring manner by which I have Co well succeeded in life so far, to the one person whom I most admire, Miss Kingston. I, Pat Rizzi, do bequeath my dramatic abilf ity to Michael Mizerak, who does not need it. We, Maynard Tansley and Steve Viskup, do bequeath to all who use the library our quietness, so that Miss Rease will forget that the bell rang five minutes ago. I, Sophie Grelowski, do bequeath my corn' cob pipe to Mr. Thayer, since I think it will make a Hne companion for him on his fishing trips. I, Marion Bowen, do bequeath my pepsof dent smile to Mr. Woolever, so that he may beam more jovially on the trigonometry class. I, Marion Smith, do bequeath my collecf tion of Love Story Magazines to that shy and demure young lady, Marguerite Kane. I, Helen Smith, do bequeath my thin waistline to Betty Bennett, who, although she does not need it now, may be able to make use of it if she ever gets Stout. I, Alma Leahman, do bequeath my supply of bus tickets to Steve Feryance, so that he may get to school more easily. Witnesses Qsignedj FREDERICK RIEBESELL HERBERT UPRIOHT

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LITTLE FALLS HIGH SCHOOL SENIOR CLASS BOOK Hne sense of humor who will not mind being called by his last initial. I, Harold Myers, do bequeath my fine car to Johnny Pellerito, at the same time asking that he does not park it in front of Wally's Academy fformerly Walrath Es? Burnsj, since people might think I was getting into bad habits. I, Robert Stewart, do bequeath my surplus avoirdupois to James Gressler so that he may obtain that circus position which he has been trying so hard to qualify for. I, Ruth Nast, do bequeath my green linger nails to Ellen Simpson for variation from her bright cardinal ones. I, Kenneth Waldvogel, do bequeath my love of studying to John Whitcomb, who spends more time in Mr, Thayer's office than Mr. Thayer himself. I, Charles Ross, de bequeath to Mr, Archer my knowledge of auto mechanics, as he always seems to have something wrong with his car, but knows not how to fix it. We, Frank Gregorin, Steve Bielejec and Edward Deyo, do bequeath our interest in no woman to Fred House, who seems to have an interest in all. I, Frederick Riebesell, do bequeath my well known ability to get along with the faculty to Tom Kohler. I, Evelyn Topper, do hereby bequeath my supply of funny papers to Miss Jennings to add to her art collection. I, Martin Ochodnicky, do bequeath my right of walking out of seventh period to Charles Chadwick, who has not even waiteil for the privilege. I, George Schiemer, do bequeath my lei' sure time to Robert Klock, providing he does not shoot craps or drive his Model T Ford in it. I, Clga Woroby, do bequeath my ability to keep a quiet OJ study'hall to Miss King' ston so that she may be able to keep her French classes quiet. I, William Palkowski, do bequeath my shaving kit, which, by taking a glance at my beard, you may imagine has never been used, to Bill Rice. We, Pearl Rahm and Wilma Walach, do bequeath our mature and philosophical men' tality to Kathryn Goering so that she may someday be a sedate and decorous Senior. We, John Grabowski and Stanley Kolinski, I21l do bequeath our knowledge of sports to Mr. Crisp, although we are afraid that he already knows it all. We, Catherine Panik, Mildred Knapp and Jennie Glica, do bequeath and endow our abil' ity to bluff and kid the public to that eminent psychologist, Miss Mesick. I, John Kopek, do bequeath my collection of correspondence courses in History to John Adams, our future History teacher. We, Evelyn Champion and Ahlene Lang, do bequeath our supply of peroxide to Mar' jorie MacCammon, so that she will always keep that tint in her hair. I, Frank Malavasic, leave my book on How to Become a Speaker Overnight , to Mike Brin, so that he can talk back to the coach. We, Jennie Barczak and Nellie Delezek, do bequeath our excellent possibilities of win' ning a scholarship to Bernice Rahm, who will have to work hard if she hopes to obtain one. I, Walter Holcik, do bequeath my excellent chances of graduating with my class to Mary Jane O'ROurke. I, Doris Foote, do bequeath my interest in St. Johnsville, especially in a certain young man in that community, to anyone who would be satisfied to see their boy friend once a week. I, Jeanette Everson, do bequeath my buxom Hgure to Miss Hurlburt. I, Danny Milan, do bequeath my ability as a reporter to John Lake, who aspires to write articles for the Purple and White next year. We, Richard Barnes and Anthony Maj, do bequeath our flexibility which enables our wrestling opponents to tie us in knots, to Allen Feldmeier. We, William Knowles and John Kllc, do bequeath our ability to play basketball to Pat Fogarty, who needs it more than he thinks he does. I, Anna Gauder, do bequeath my beautiful red hair to Rita Sullivan, who, although she seems to have made use of several chemical compounds, has not yet obtained the proper tint. I, Donald Jones, do bequeath my bold and dashing manner I have so successfully used in American History class to John Adams, who will probably need it before he finishes with History. I, Mary Fogarty, do bequeath my surplus

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LITTLE FALLS HIGH SCHOOL SENIOR CLASS BOOK Class Prophecy PLACE - PURGATORY TIME -- 2034 With a blare of trumpets the mighty gates swing noiselessly open and Joseph Santry, most grand and opulent keeper of the Keys of Purgatory stepped forward to view my credentials and passport. Find' ing them all in order he loudly announced mv name and time of arrival. A man in a long white robe and skullcap entered these particulars in a record book and signing his name, Charles Fort, Clerk , turned the page and told the doorman that the Class of 1934 of Little Falls High School was all present. On hearing this Frederick Riebesell and John Kllc be' gan to sing Hail, Hail, the Gang's All Here but were soon sfenced by John Ferguson, Sargeantfat' arms, who seemed to be aroused at such frivolity in the sacred precincts of Purgatory. Purgatory. An evergreen light revealed groups of peoplevscurrying about in all directions. Some chanting softly to themselves in sonorous monotone while others glancing furtively about them, attempted to hide their earthly sins in leather brief cases. Kenneth Waldvogel came rushing madly out of a buidirg, darting here and there and peering about as if looking for something. He always does that, explained Steve Bielejcc. noticing my bewilderment, he needs one more good deed to get into Heaven where Anne Gauder is. Wishing Ken good luck I turned down the street, where Anna Buno had directed that I should find the outHtter's. Gathered before my destination was a crowd of excited, impatient, barefooted people. Robert Cliff ford, immaculate as usual, with a razorflike crease in his pure white tunic, was looking rather harrased. But, I've told you, he explained, we're all out of size eight sandals--they should be here any' time now. That's what you told us last week, snarled Steve Klimek. And the week before, added Marion Smith. Yes, and the week before that, shrilled Frieda Weinhiemer, Helen Sikorski, Wilma Walach, Patsy Rizzi and Steve Osley, who comprised the best of the mob. George Schiemer, who appeared to be Bob Cliff ford's partner in the Outfitter's Shop , skirted the edge of the gestulating crowd and approached me, holding out a pair of sandals. They're eights, he whispered excitedly, your size. You see, I don't want you around storming the place, too. We're used to them thoughfpointing a thumb over his shoulder-'so they don't bother us any more. Having been completely outfitted I went across the street where a sign announced that: Albert Volpe sells the best quality Halos at rock bottom prices, 51.98 to S3.49. The proprietor came rushing forward to greet me and as we talked over old times I noticed Jennie Glica at a dressing table, feverishly trying on halos of every size and description. She would paw pile of them on the table before one, would place it on her head and view the result in a mirror. off, she would reach for another. it for days, sighed Albert hope' through the great her, and selecting at a jaunty angle 'Ihen snatching it She's been at U31 lessly. Look, here comes the last of my stock and still she isn't pleased. As he spoke, Mildred Knapp came forward with a varied collection of brass halos and laid them be' fore Jennie, who worked herself up in a frenzy, at the thought of new ones to try on. Albert directed me next door where Olga Woroby sold fine harps reasonably. In Olga's store Doris Foote and Morris Kruger were plunking th: strirgs on the harps experimentally. You'll never learn without buying one, spoke up Nellie Delezek, who was trying to help them pick out their instruments. Haven't you anything I can blow on? pleaded Warren Canarro, with a distainful glance at the harps. You blow around enough as it is, replied Alma Leahman tartly. Here, try this Spangled one. Finally deciding on a green stripped one, I walked down the street with the others who had just acquired harps. We proceeded to Richard Barnes' School of Harpingf' Seeing us, Rich raised his hands high in the air and exclaimed: Another batch! And the others here only a week. Mass production, that's what it is. How can they expect good harpists when I only have a week to teach them? All right, he signaled to Ray Bloker, Lucille Allen, Catherine Babjar, John Grab' owski and Steve Malek who were waiting, you can go, your as good on the harp as anyone could be in a week. Come back tomorrow, he added to the newcomers. Going down the steps I glanced up' ward and beheld Bob Stewart sailing majestically by overhead on his own personal cloud. A tiny golden halo whirled briskly around about six inches above his head while a long purple robe fluttered grace' fully behind him. Bob raised his hand in salute and as he did so a great white Persian cast, which had been reclining lazily on one edge of the cloud, be' came dislodged and came tumbling downwarld. At this point I was knocked off my feet as some one brushed by. Vfhen I had recovered my balance I saw Ned Mulford flying down the street after the now terriorfstricken cat, his white robe waving giddily behind him. Someone save that cat, roared Bob Stewart, quickly landing his cloud. Donald Doxtader and Frank Gregorin, in bright green livery quickly aided his Most Honorable Overseer and Commissioner of Purgatory in alighting from his vehicle while Walter Holcik in the same livery, blew feverishly on a tin police whistle. A siren began to wail and Orlando Diodati, John Kopek, Danny Milan and Steve Viscup came rushing up to us bearing a stretcher crying, Where's the body, the body? It's the commissioner's cat, explained Virginia Mikus to them, and its Elizabeth Majtan, Sophie Grelowski who has just come up to see what all the excitement was about. Mulford's after it again. Oh, is that all, sighed Joe Donadio, who also had been attracted by the noise, I thought it was something unusual! Come on you! You're blocking traffic, snarled Policeman Arland Brazie, clipping Stanley Kofinski and William Kllc soundly on the head with his night