Minoa High School - Crossroads Yearbook (Minoa, NY)

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CUSTODIANS: left to right: Mr. Smith, Mr. Ebb, Mr. Gait CAFETERIASTAFF:1f ,lf :M.P:,M.D- A 2:.,:zm,.,z',: Fi':51e,,',a,s.'.:?:ing M I EN N M ln in L. M . TL I S BUS DRIVERS: left to right: Mr. Smith, Mr. Snyder, Mr. M. Costello, Mr. Arnold, Mr. G.Costello, Mr. White

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SENIOR CLASS OFFICERS: Seated: Arlie Billington fSecretaryl, Patricia Hill fPresidentl CLASS MOTTO: 'ln ourselves our future lies. CLASS FLOWERS: Red roses and I il ies-of-the-valley CLASS COLORS: Red and white HONOR ROLL fThe following students have main- tained an average of 857: or above during four years of high school.l Edward Benz Gail Breakey Nancy Butler Marilyn Dieterle Thomas Patricia Hill Donald Huller Leslie Kyser Mary Michaud Dixon Standing: Wallace Gayring flreasurerl, Donald Huller fVice Presidentl CLASS POEM Four years ago as Freshmen we came: We were new at high school, but we'd make a name Initiation is over - it really was fun, But we were a mess when t'was over and done. Waste paper we collected from far and wide, Mr. Maxwell's car was certainly tried. Sophomores we were, and at our best, We worked on projects with vigor and zest. We sold stationery, our treasury grew, The 'Wearing of the Green' was a big success, too. Forward and forward, juniors we became, Whatever the future, we still were game. Our Chicken Supper was a big success, And the News, Views and Clues of M. H. S.' A magazine drive, our class rings came, The 'Moonlight Masquerade' aided our fame. We were Seniors at last, and glad of it, too, Our dreams at last were coming true. The Senior Play we'll long remember, We put it on in early November. The plans for our yearbook, the Senior Ball, How would we ever accomplish it all? Then the Senior trip, New York, Washington, Now we know it was worthwhile, the work we had done. Next comes Class Night, and graduation, Then high school is done, except the final ovation. And we look ahead toward brightening skies, For IN OURSELVES OUR FUTURE LIES. M.L.D. 8a P. A. H.