Mayville Central High School - Pacemaker Yearbook (Mayville, NY)

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V! l-E, rg l947 THE PACEMAKER Article IV - The Freshman Class: Section A. We just leave! To the following members of the Junior Class, we hereby bequeath: To Richard Thomas, Dorothy Saxton leaves her position of editor-in-chief of the Pacemaker Ray Munson leaves his ability of using the camera to Jack Saxton. To Dann Rothra, Bill Hansen leaves a portion of his height. We think Dann can use it. To Charles Chapman and John Holmes, George Meadows and Bill Grey leave their example as good friends. To Marian Geertson, Sally McIntyre and Beverly Mount leave their fine art ability although we know Marian doesn't need it. To Rod Ross, Dick Galloway leaves his permission to flirt with Melissa Hartmann in all classes and in the halls. Take advantage, Rod! Bob Young leaves his athletic ability to Paul Kling. Elliott Long leaves his knowledge of farming to Don Williams. Fred Hartmann leaves his book entitled Life on the Sea to Howard Fink. To Alice Robbins, Mary Balcom wills her regular attendance. To Melissa Hartmann, Jeanne Chamberlain leaves her cheerleading ability. Make good use of it, Liss! . Betty Waterman leaves her quiet laugh to Barbara Marsh. To Marjorie Hamning, Louise Harrington wills her music ability. To John Carlson, Chandler Nelson leaves his desk in the Senior Room. To Doris Webber, Shirley Jacobson leaves her dramatic ability. Hovggrd Galloway leaves his quietness in study halls to Edwin Seaton. Better use it, ! To Nancy Litchfield, Helen Beck leaves her ability to catch and hold a boy-friend. Betty Evans leaves a list of her boy-friends to Iolyn Hotchkiss. Hope you find one you like! To Alan Stanford, Margaret Ann Fischer leaves her ambition and determination to go to college, To George Stroebel, Ellyn Miller leaves her sophisticated manners. Not that he needs them! To Richard Wood, Pauline Warner leaves her book, Advice to the Lovelorn on a Washington Trip. Make use of it next year! To Gordon J acobson, Roger Rothwell leaves his date book. Does he need it? Geraldine Turner leaves to Mildred Busch, her, desire to Win a scholarship. To Janet Faulkner, Helen Parker leaves her quotation, Oh, darn!', Bruce Renner, as president of the Senior Class this year, leaves his ability to guide and manage a Senior Class to whomever may be president next year, Theyill need it! Allan Ames leaves his quiet, soothing voice to Patricia Arnold. To the whole Junior Class, Delos Stage leaves a list of the places Where you can buy post cards and souvenirs in Washington. Hope you can use it! Marilyn Carpenter leaves to Bill Paddock the memories of seventh period study hall. Watch out for him, Phyllis! To John Matthews, Henry Harkness leaves what music ability he has. To Patty Arnold and Iolyn Hotchkiss, Esther Smith leaves her knowledge of home- making to help them through the coming year. We leave this will to anyone with the perseverance to read it to the end. We have hereunto set our hands and seals to this last will and testament, on the 23rd day of the fifth month in the year nineteen hundred and forty-seven. Signed: HOWARD GALLOWAY SHIRLEY JACOBSON

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THE-PACEMAKER 1947 In the fall we conducted a Save the Children campaign by collecting clothes, food and other supplies to send to the French school in Calais which we adopted. Everyone contributed as much money toward it as they could, with which more supplies were bought and sent. Our Hallowe'en social went over with a bangq With the help of Miss Brown, the gym was decorated with witches, cornstalks and lack-o' lanterns. The most enioyable event of the evening was the amateur show which went over big with the help of Father Spears as Mrs, X. ' Under the guidance of Mr. Steward we showed our ability for acting by putting on two very good performances of That Crazy Smith Family. Didn't Shirley make a good mother, though, and Bill and Bob's fight was .very realistic - almost too much so. Our next attempt at making money was a paper drive. lt wasn't much fun collect- ing it in that rain and slush, was it, kids? The most wonderful and outstanding event of the year was our long-awaited trip to Washington. We sure hated to have to leave four kids at home. We all had a won- derful time there and saw many points of interest such as the Capitol, Lincoln's and Jetlerson's Memorials, and the Bureau of Engraving and Printing, also many temporary buildings that had been up for years - right, kids? The evenings there were spent in many different ways. Some of the kids even did a little sight-seeing on their own - just ask Mary or Betty Evans. We all wished we had about twice as long there, especially Bev - after Monday. Upon reaching home we were informed that The Sentinel was ottering five dollars for the best account of the Washington trip by one of the seniors. We all competed but Jean, the lucky girl, outdid us all and won. And now here it is Class Night and soon it will be graduation and we will have to leave. It's been a long time and we've had lots of laughs and fun, though we've worked hard and had a few disappointments too. We'd like to thank you all for the help you've given us to make our class projects a success and we'd like to tell you how proud we are to be graduates of Mayville Central School. By: Margaret Ann Fischer and Fred Hartmann. O CLASS WILL K We, the Senior Class of Nineteen hundred and forty-seven of the Mayville Central School, in the Village of Mayville, Township of Chautauqua, State of New York, being of exceptionally sound mind and character, do hereby bequeath all of our valuable and cherished possessions to our under-classmates and successors. We declare this to be our last will and testament. Article I - To Our Loved and Devoted Faculty: Section A. We leave our thanks and appreciation for the help and guidance given us during the past four years. We also bequeath and will many memories and recollections of the happy associations with us, with a hope that you will soon forget those which were unpleasant and undesirable. Article II - Junior Class: Section A. To the Juniors, Class of Nineteen Hundred and Forty-eight, we will our tactfulness, and thoughtfulness for the teachers, and the distinction of being the most outstanding graduating class of Mayville Central School. Article III - To the Sophomore Class: Section A. We leave our courageous ability to go forward. Section B. Any cuds of gum or spitballs you may find in the cracks or crevices throughout the building you may divide among yourselves.

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-vw. , THE PACEMAKER 1947 CLASS PROPHECY It was the 23rd of May, 1967. I had just finished arrangements for checking out of the Astor Hotel in London when the signing of the date, May 23rd, brought back memories of a similar date some 20 years before. As I stood there in somewhat of a daze the names of Dorothy, Jeanne, Bob, Howie, Sally, and many others passed through my mind. Each name and many others brought back to me pleasant memories of Class Night activities at Mayville Central School. But I could not stand there in such bewilderment even though I would have liked to do so, for I was on my way back to the good old U. S. A. after a long sojourn of nearly three years. My employers, The American Dress Designers, Inc., had sent me abroad to tour European cities and to contact dealers in fine textiles in the hope of bringing back new ideas and samples of fine materials which would be suitable for the teen-age girls of America. I had but a few moments to spare so I cast aside those brief but happy memories in order that I might catch a plane which was to take me to an awaiting steamer. I called for a porter and soon I had my baggage with me and was in a taxi on the way to the airport. As I entered the beautiful, spacious waiting room I was greeted by this loud and rasping voice coming over the loud-speaker--quote: Calling Miss Betty Water- man, Plane No. 426-X, due to leave on Runway 3 in three minutes. Were my ears deceiving me? No, for at that moment from the balcony above, a droll voice said, Hello, Betty! As I looked up who should I see but Allan Ames dressed in his sleek business suit with a white carnation in his lapel. Time did not permit me to stop and visit but later, upon inquiring I found that Mr. Ames, the former bashful boy from Hartfield, had become a successful aero- nautical engineer. As I boarded the plane I was met by this tall, handsome pilot who was to take me on this part of my journey. May I help you, madam? he politely asked, and then suddenly broke out in a loud Ha-ha! It was then I recognized my old friend, Bill Hansen. I was both pleased and happy to see him for even tho' I had always been a little bit afraid of plane rides I now felt safe and secure. Bill had always been a careful and safe driver of automobiles and I knew that I need not worry anymore. This unexpected meeting started me reminiscing. As we sailed through the air I could not help but wonder what next was in store for me. As I Walked toward the gangplank of the awaiting steamer I was delayed by an athletic type of man directly in front of me. He was being stopped by a customs officer who asked him, Do you have a passport, Mister? The man replied with a direct but somewhat nervous Yes, sir! That was enough, for I knew that such an answer could come from no one but Bob Young. Bob was also enroute to the States. He informed me had just returned from Oslo, Norway, Where his American five had captured the Olympic basketball crown. I was happy and relieved for I now knew that there would be at least one person I knew on this huge, palatial liner. I bought a daily New York paper and found a comfortable chair where I could relax and read a bit. The editorial page had always intrigued me and I turned to that immediately. The first editorial with headlines of 'fThe Spendthrift Americans met my eye. As I read on, I gleaned that the editor was critical of the average American high school student for being such a spendthrift and urged a complete reversal of policy toward ultra-conservatism. The article went on to say the amount of money H. S. boys were spending on girl-friends and good times was both dangerous and detrimental to the future of America. The editorial was signed only with a capital UB. My curiosity was aroused and upon investigation I found the signature was none other than that of Bruce or Boop Renner, as I knew him. Bruce had benefited from his training on the Mayville Sentinel and was now on the editorial staff of the New York Times. I turned to the feature section and my eyes caught this title- How to Be the Life of the Party, by Helen Himes. Helen was the former Helen Beck, who had moved to New York shortly after her marriage and had taken up feature writing. Reading farther I discovered where Captain Fred Hartmann and Admiral Chandler' Nelson were about to test Capt. Hartmann's new jet-propellectboat, the Sea Otter, No. 3. I learned that Fred had made wonderful improvements on this typfeof boat which had proved to be a 51,000,000 failure during World War II. . -fum' i 4 1