Fayetteville Manlius High School - Oak Leaves Yearbook (Fayetteville, NY)

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The Studenti!

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 Latin cramming is futile, hmmm, girls? A couple rest their weary feet at the junior prom. THE SENIORS exchange some fast notes before an English exam. Bet’cha couldn’t find it if you tried, Tom! Spring initiation into National Thespian took place at Ted Waugh’s house.

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Senior History T’was a shining day when seniors, we Left our dear school happily— Set out afar to lives advanced But oh, remember the Freshman Dance? Winter-Wonderland proved a splendid theme! Fifteen dollars profit was tremendous it seemed. We sold stationery to raise monetary funds To further frosh advancement, and t'was great fun. Butch Trivelpiece in meetings led us all, Practically unanimously elected in the fall. Fran Shawl was vice-president and Dick Stringer sec. While Bob Cook happily wrote all the checks. A partying class we seemed to be, The Bop” was the rage and Bill Haley. And being initiated was generally fine In spite of the seniors not being too kind. Butch was president anew for us When we became sophomores — t’was fabulous. Fran Shawl was sec. and Nancy Stringer veep While Joan Mason’s job was all money to keep. In late autumn when the leaves were all gold, We were all happy about the tickets we’d sold For our Sophomore Dance, fine Autumn Leaves. Ah! but then we were all so naive. The basketball team was a great success, And the J.V.’s shone, I must confess. We all sold stationery again and oh, Did we ever rake in the dough. Starting the junior year with familiar refrain, We all sold Hornet stationery again! And so many things crowded this year It’s difficult to mention them all here. We elected Merle Nash president then, And Fran Shawl was secretary again. Loie Dietrich helped Merle, veep was she, While Nancy Stringer kept the cash box company. As upper classmen it seemed so strange To see some frosh — we didn't know their names. And remember our beautiful Junior Prom— Where did all the atmosphere come from? Nancy Potter headed the decoration staff, And the Carousel theme will always last In the minds of those who attended the dance. Never has there been such an air of ’'romance.” Come spring, election posters covered the walls. Who would be president of Student Council next fall ? Loie Dietrich won and deservedly so. But Butch Trivelpiece, Tom Day, and N. Stringer below . . . Also gave a fight and as seniors became Officers — they didn’t quite lose their good names. Class-rings arrived with Mr. Wheeler’s aid, And what sparkling emblems they made. For the proud owners t’was a wonderful day Although the twenty dollars payment was often delayed. And then the climax! Seniors were we, And it wasn’t exactly a jubilee. Read and write and never stop— The cry was — this for college or else push the mop. With great enthusiasm our friend Tom Day Was elected to lead us through our somewhat gay But industrious senior plans. Guess who was secretary — why, of course, t’was Fran! Joan Mason, vice-president, lent a hand While Evelyn Konz kept accurate account As our monetary reserves began to mount. In early autumn a mixer was held As our fine school spirit was upheld. And the Senior Auction — remember the noise? How many cakes did you split — you boys ? And then the Ball”, the fabulous fling. How many memories does that bring? Some of us stayed up the whole night To celebrate and watch for straying satellites. Ah! T’was the year of all years in our lives. And when of youth we are all deprived, We’ll still have memories of everything And to these we’ll forever cling. We graduate, yes, and forward we look . . . Please, my friends, don’t get all shook. —A Nostalgic Senior