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

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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

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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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'I947 THE PACEMAKER I tossed the newspaper aside and turned on the radio in the hope of getting some good American dance music. Immediately the announcer said, quote: And now may I present Miss Margaret Ann Fischer, who will talk on 'The Trials and Tribulations of a Librarian'. This was better than what I hoped for, for Margaret Ann formed another link in this chain of memories which was making my journey more pleasant than I had dreamed. My watch told me it was 12 oiclock and I waited for the news broadcast. One bit of news revealed a bright outlook for the farmers of America, due to the work of Stage 8a Grey Experimental Station. This was no other than Delos and Bill who had always been interested in better ways of farming. They had just developed a new variety of potato known as the 'tReno-Blend which far surpassed any potato of the past. The news broadcast ended and the beautiful strains of opera music came over the network. I was carried to the Metropolitan Opera House in New York City where the leading soloist was the ever-famous Howard John Galloway, singing in the role of Figaro. The master of ceremonies, the venerable Milton J. Cross, announced that Mr. Galloway had won fame as an opera singer and much credit was due to the fact he had sung the leading part in Chloe several years before. My memories went back to my junior year in high school and the Sadie Hawkins Dance. I further learned that through his manager, Mr. Richard Galloway, the famous opera star was about to start for a tour to the opera centers of Europe. It was now time for lunch and as I walked through the long corridors toward the dining salon whom should I meet but two charming and attractive ladies-I did not need an introduction for I recognized them as the former Ellyn Miller and Pauline Warner. They informed me that they were engaged as hair stylists in an elite Fifth Avenue shop in New York City. They were returning from Paris where they had been giving demonstrations of How the Woman of Tomorrow Will Wear Her Hair. The next few days were somewhat uneventful but the time passed quickly for I had met some of my old friends and classmates and there was so much to talk about. I was awakened early one morning to learn that we were nearing New York Harbor and I hurriedly dressed and made ready to get another glimpse of the familiar Statue of Liberty. I hurried down the gangplank and went directly to the customs office to see about my baggage. As I passed through the gate a tall, dark-haired man in uniform smiled at me but said nothing. I smiled back and passed on-I knew that was enough, for as I remember, George Meadows at old MCS never did talk very much. I hailed a taxi to take me to my hotel. In a few moments I was seated in one of the most modern and comfortable taxis I had ever ridden in. In front of me was a sign which read, The Essex Car Taxi Co.-Elliott Long, Proprietor. Again my curiosity was arousedg I made further inquiry of the driver and discovered that Elliott had improved and perfected the Essex automobile to such an extent that it was one of the leading cars on the market. Elliott owned and operated one of the largest taxi services in New York City. He likewise owned a large fleet of super Essex Taxicabs. As we passed up Fifth Avenue a brilliantly lighted sign gave me this information: Learn to Swim in Ten Easy Lessons-Reduced Rates-Inquire of Sally McIntyre, Instructor. I was extremely happy, for then I knew that Sally had realized a life- time ambition. I reached my hotel and went directly to my room. So far my journey had fur- nished me with many thoughts of recollecting the good old days at Mayville Central. I was very tired from the long trip and decided to go across the street to a drug store and enjoy a soda and then retire. I was waiting for someone to take my order when I overheard these words, This is our week-end special. It sells for only 98cg if youire not completely satisfied we will refund your moneyf' I thought I recognized the voice but was not sure. I then heard the clang of a cash register and the polite words of, Thank you, Madam. By this time I'd turned to look and sure enough there behind the counter, attired in a spotless white uniform, was Mary Balcom. I ordered my soda and Mary came over to talk with me. The next 30 minutes passed rapidly for Mary had lots to tell me and I was anxious to hear. She said she had just been promoted to assistant manager of this large drug store and could not make up her mind whether to accept it or return to Mayville and marry the man who was still waiting. She said she heard frequently from friends in Mayville and that Esther Smith was married and had a family of three nice children. They were residing on a farm near Hartfield. She also told me that Helen Parker was working as a nurse's aide in W. C. A. hospital. She said she had received a letter from Marilyn Carpenter. Marilyn was about to leave for her second trip as a missionary to China. Before I left we had made a date to go to the theatre the following night.