Mattituck High School - Reflector Yearbook (Mattituck, NY)

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e, the Class of 1945, having presumably turned our liabilities in- to assets during the past four years, and being of sound mind, memory and understanding, do hereby bequeath such assets to the following» To U.H.S. - our undying love and loyalty To Mr. Garelle - our deep appreciation and applause To Mr. Bornhauser - silent saws and jigsaws To Mr. Brown - continuous laurels and loving cups To Miss Burns - two pairs of hands and legs To Miss Davidge - more and more dictionaries To Mr. Heller - shock-and-shatter proof equipment To Miss Homan - a hush-hush cafeteria crew To Mr. McCaw - a 1950 deluxe Chevie To Miss Porthen - a have-it-all studio To Miss Sheff - a leaping Polish hop partner To Mrs. Stoops - a petite and persevering history class To Mr. Williams - a fine and full mucic file To Miss Wood - bigger and better itineraries Betty Jane Albin leaves her petiteness to Frances Kos Arlene Armbrust leaves her sedateness to Irene Truskolaski Florence Blasko leaves her baton to Rosetta Kreh Ann Bond leaves her stature to Ann MacMillan Edward Browne leaves his books to Harry Horton Regina Comiskey leaves her vivacity to Beverly Gaffney Henry Denchuk leaves his pitching arm to James Wickham Alice Doroski leaves her giggle to Eunice Aldrich Antone Doroski leaves his obliging manner to Stephne Kurkoski Ruth Fahy leaves her shorthand speed to Victor Williams Frank Ficner leaves his placidity to Jerry Bergen Jack Garelle leaves his trumpet to Edward Saunders Anne Hallock leaves her cello to Frank Erupski Edward Hannabury leaves his practical jokes to George Wolgo Caroline Haupt leaves her athletic ability to Clara Kander Marilyn Jones leaves her cartwheels to Virginia Tuthill Marion Jones leaves her conscientiousness to Louis Lessard Stanley Kujawski leaves his suave manner to Russell Rittle Dorothy Lenceski leaves her short skirts to Lois Wells Helen Macwieczyk leaves her brown eyes to Gay Hudson Mary McBride leaves her temperament to Emily Armbrust Alice Reed leaves her golden tresses to Gertrude Taylor John Sanotis leaves his acting ability to Edward Zuhoski Augustine Stovall leaves his jump shots to George Savage Dallas Tuthill leaves his violin to Mitchell Wilcenski Lois Tuthill leaves her cute smile to Stella Saviski Robert Woodward leaves his good grades to James Brown Jane Worthington leaves her shyness to Priscilla Reeve William Yetter leaves his drums to Jack VanRyswyk Bertha Zimnoski leaves her singing to Nora Walsh Helen Zuhoski leaves her vim to Helen Bergen John Zuhoski leaves his blow outs” to Harold Haupt Joseph Zuhoski leaves his physique to Robert Berdinka In witness whereof, we the Class of 1945, do set our hand, affix our seal hereto, and V. do appoint Walter Sabot as sole executor. 13

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June 1945 ear Diary, What memories are ooming back to us as we casually turn over the leaves of your bookl Take our freshman year as a starter. We were divided into two groups because there were so many of us, fifty-two to be exact. Of course, our best friends were in Mrs. Tabner's homeroom, while the rest of us were in Ur. Cunningham s, but we soon found means of communication with our pals—and what the teachers didn't do to try to stop us I Remember how we ended our freshman year with a picnic at Laurel Lake? Some of us paddled around and some of us played softball. Wo won't mention our enormous appetites, but those hot dogs and hamburgers disappeared in a jiffy. Even our sophomore year we were in two sectionsj Mr. Heller contended with one and Mrs. Tabner with the other. Perhaps wc had become accustomed to high school routine, for everything ran smoothly that year. At Christmas we didn't exchange gifts, for we thought it better to give that money to the Red Cross. Two years gone and now two more to gol We did become more sophisticated during our junior year. We were still separated, with Ur. Heller and Miss Killeen as homeroom teachers this time. This was the year we enjoyed those chemistry experiments so much, and the year we became enthusiastic about earning money for our senior trip. Remember what fun the Junior Prom was? We raced back and forth to the art room to color and draw pictures for A Dutch Garden”, our prom theme, and we all had different ideas on the best way to arrange the flowers for the affair. September 1944—our senior year was finally here. At long last we were together- yes, all together—in Mrs. Stoops' room. And at last came April 9 and our senior trip to New York City. We recall vividly the excitement of getting Perry Como's autograph after The Chesterfield Supper Club , the fine performance at the ice show, and Johnny Zuhoski's snores during the show at Radio City. Graduation with all its joys and sorrows did come—thirty-two of us getting that diploma in June. Antono Doroski got his in January and then entered the Merchant Ma- rines. But what had happened to all the others? We did start four years ago with fifty-twoI Oh, yes—Walter Bergen, Danny Fahy, Clarence Kander, Leon Hilowski,°Richard Olmsted, Clifford Saunders, and George Smith joined the Navy; eight of our ranks left school, and four moved at ay. But even if we were not able to make up for these twenty in other things, we certainly did make up for them in noise. They were great, those four years, dear Diary, and wo did so much enjoy turning over your pages for these glimpses of our studious, yet merry and gay high school years. Sincerely, Joe and Josey Mattituckian

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ashington, June 25, 1960-------—The phone rang and my latest as- signment for SNAP magazine was a visit to ny home town, Idatti- tuck, which had just been named a typical American city. Dur- ing the fifteen years since I graduated from M.K.S., Mattituck had grown from a friendly village to a fair and bustling metropolis. As I stepped from the plane, I was welcomed by Mayor Joseph Zuhoski, whose sweeping reforms had been mainly responsible for the cityfc unprecedented prosperity, and by Lois Tuthill, the leading socialite. On the way to the mayor's office in the new Municipal Building on Love Lane, we passed Field-Fair Girls College, so ably administered by President Anno Hallock and Dean Arlene Armbrust. We were waylaid just before the mayor s office by a crowd assembled outside the DAILY FLASH Building. The crowd was exoitedly reading on the bulletin board a state- ment by Editor Ruth Fahy concerning the To-be-or-not-to-be Bill proposed by Sena- tor Robert Woodward. Insido the Municipal Building, I met Jean Comiskey, secretary to the mayor, and Police Conzissioner Edward Hannabury. I learned from P. C. Hanna- bury how Mattituck had kept its good record of healthy, youthful activities through the efforts of Jane Worthington and her Minute-Women Welfare Committee and because of a stream-lined gymnasium, supervised by the former athletic stars, Henry Demchuk and Auggie Stovall. I had lunch at my old hang-out, the Paradise, now La Paridisio and very capa- bly managed by Dottie Lenceski. At the next table were those famous comediennes, Titter fc Tatter , Alice Doroski and Helen Macwieczyk. The itinerary for the afternoon included a visit to the Cure-All Hospital where I was greeted at the Visitors' Desk by Marilyn Jones who took me to Head Nurse Florence Blasko. Through Head Nurse Elasko, I gained admittance to the laboratories where Dr. Stanley Kujawski and his assistants, Betty Jane Albin and Ann Bond, were perfecting their latest discovery, The Flight of the Bumble-Bee . My next stop was at The Translucid and Transparent Engineering Corporation of Browne and Ficner. For the record, this noble corporation had rebuilt my home town. Marion Jones, the private secretary, informed me that the chief engineers were in a huddle—or rather a serious and somber conference—and under no circumstances could or would be disturbed. I left and wound my way to the docks to meet Antone Doroski, owner of the River-Valley Ferrying Company . I stopped to see John Zuhoski who was having his starred cattle scientifically tested by the local vet, Dallas Tuthill. In the evening X went with Colonel Jack Garelle of the Air Force to the Swank Club, owned by Alice Reed and decorated by Helen Zuhoski. We had a gay evening to the music of Duff Yetter's swing band and his stunning vocalist, Mary McBride. °The floor show was sensational wit): the chorus.led by Bert Zimnoski, in costumes designed by Caroline Haupt. It was hard to hop my plane for Washington, but it was also grand to witness the old and the new in my home town to which I shall return often.