Mohawk High School - Mohican Yearbook (Mohawk, NY)

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Class Prophet: Peanuts, popcorn, crackerjack - a prize in each and every pack, calls out a tall, thin imitation of a man. Who is this creature who's selling these delect- able dainties on the train to New York? With a lurch of the train we find him in our laps and as he clumsily struggles to his feet our question is answered! It is none other than our two-term president, Leon Shedd. He recognizes us, says hello and runs up the aisle. Close be- hind him follows the conductor who seems very interested in the farmlands which we pass. As he stops to punch our tickets we see that it's Harold Miller, and bex cause the train is stopping we don't have a chance to talk to him. We looked out of the window and found ourselves in the depot of a very small village: A team of horses stands in front of the station and a familiar dark-haired girl is driving them. We note that it is our old friend, Rosemary Ward but she is too busy chatting with Edith Pett to notice us. With a jolt our train starts again and we continue our ride uninterrupted for four hours. Arriving at Grand Central Station we look for a redcap to carry our bags. Finally one appears and leads the way across the mammoth room. Part way across we notice a large group of men carrying great posters bearing the words Farmers Annual Convention. There's only one we recognize - it's Zygmunt Wiernicki and he's still got the curly hair and winning smile which made him so well-liked in high school. After a few quick Words he dashes away and we make our way to a brilliantly colored taxi. The driver looks familiar-Why, it's Ioe Cirillo! He seems quite glad to see us and chatters all the way to our hotel- the Waldorf! After we arrive and the bell boy takes our bags, We enter the elevator. A sandy haired girl is the operator and after sev- eral unsuccessful attempts to start we are on our Way. The girl turns around to apologize and we are face to face with Dot Runyon. Arriving safely on the third floor we hurry to our room. The chambermaid is just leaving and of all things it's Isabelle Monroe. She tells us that she is married and her husband is the head bellhop in the hotel. After unpacking our things we decide that We are hungry. We take a cab and head for the White Tower. All of a sud- den the noise of a siren pierces the air. lust ahead of us we see two wrecked cars and a doctor and a nurse are at the scene. We draw up quickly - thank heaven-it's nobody we know but we do recognize the little red haired nurse, Catherine Cunningham. On the side lines stand Sarah Neff and Frances White thumbing industriously through the pages of their First Aid books and arguing over what should be done with the mangled people. Catherine asks us if we want to go to the hospital so we follow the am- bulance. When we arrive, Catherine leads us to her special patient. As we near the door we hear a loud Kerchoo and someone saying, Why do people send me daisies? We pause and as we do so we hear violent sobbing. It is Walt Burrill outside of her door. I-le explains to us that Bette is now allergic to him. We are really hungry now so Cather- ine Cunningham takes us to the diet kitchen! Who do we see there but Betty Vrooman gorging on lettuce leaves and keeping an eye on the scales at the same time! She is happy to see us and fixes a lovely lunch. After taking bi-carbonate of soda we start on our way shopping. As we enter a large department store we notice a crowd of women around the perfume counter. A dapper looking gen- tleman is spraying the air with a sweet scent and telling the women of the charms of Fleur de Fleur La Mour or Love in Bloom. I-le comes near us and we see that it is Ernie Werner. Proceeding on our way we go to the grocery department and here we find Iune Mabbett still running around trying to sell the jelly-beans left over from Easter. Close behind her follows Aggie Myers carrying two cases of canned goods. She's still as strong as ever! We see three ladies looking over the bargains on the soup counter and as they turn around to have them wrapped we recognize Ella Rowland, Ruth Watkins

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Ernie Werner leaves his ability to write romantic essays to Ralph Patrick who is going to follow in Ernie's footsteps by be- ing a ladies' man. Art Bubb leaves a little of his height to Leonard Pett. Iune Mabbett leaves a little of her hustle-bustle to Eleanor Christenson who really needs some. Bet Vrooman leaves her place in the Grange to Fred Eberlein because he seems to like that sort of thing. Elma Zoller leaves her ability of apple polishing to Ierry Lynch who seems to need the technique in order to get along. Ioe Cirillo leaves his ability to take a joke to Mary Hassett who takes things entirely too seriously. Kennie Hubbard leaves his carefree air to Bertha Clarke who seems to carry the whole world on her shoulders. Iennie Volo leaves some of her excess energy to Harold Stone who needs just a little bit more. Fred Iackson leaves his ability to get along with everyone to Betty Watkins who seems to be having a little trouble. Bob Casey leaves his scientific ability to Bob Wainwright and We hope he makes as much use of it as Bobby did. Catherine Cunningham leaves her nice curly hair to Ken Lawton and Arnold Riggs who both will appreciate it im- mensely. Natalie Murphy leaves her athletic build to Delbert Thomes who's almost perfect now. To the Iunior Class we leave our place as Seniors and skeptically hope that they can fill it as well as we did. To the Sophomores and Freshmen we leave the Sth grade's ability to act grown up. To Miss Abdella We give all the thanks We possibly can for helping us in every way she is able. To Mr. Warren we leave a calendar so that he will know that no assignment should be given over the weekend. To Miss Murray we leave a pair of rose colored glasses so that she can see our good side as well as our bad. To Miss Everingham we leave cotton for both ears so she can have a little peace during typing classes. To Mr. Tefft we leave the hopes that he won't always have as many worries. To Miss Buell we leave a few assistants to help keep the magazines in order. To Mr. Beha We leave a brand new laboratory equipped with unbreakable test tubes. To Mr. Fisher we leave a nice comfort- able chair because with us gone he will have comparatively few worries. lN WITNESS WHEREOF, We have hereunto subscribed our names the twenty-fifth day of May in the year 1942. Witnesses: U. R. SUNK l. M. CRAZY '23 Signed M. T. HEAD ir

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and Ruth Baldwin who are now happily married. After a few more unimportant pur- chases we leave the building by the side door. Three janitors are very busily emptying ashes and as they turn around we see Bob Casey, Fred Iackson and Phil Drury. Bob is also reading The Life of Einstein. They don't see us so we make our Way out to the street and wait for an empty cab. Two girls come up, both carrying large trays-one is full of flow- ers, the other shoe laces and as they try to sell us their wares we recognize Emma Iean Barse and Iennie Volo. We hail a cab and are spared the task of purchas- ing something. We have to stop for a traffic light and find ourselves beside a large garbage truck. Two familiar faces are in the cab-one is Art Bubb and the other Donald Robb. The light changes and they are left far behind. Up ahead we see what looks like a small river but it is only a broken water main and as our cab cannot proceed we decide to walk the rest of the way. We pass a small shooting gallery and then we hear a voice say, Knock the milk bottles off with two baseballs and Win a beautiful kewpie doll. We look to see who it is and recognize Nat Murphy. We gaze past her and see Ieanne Martin very busily nailing the milk bottles down. Honesty is the best policy!!! We then go to our hotel-eat our din- ner and get into our best togs to go and see the sights. We attend a movie at Radio City and then decide to go danc- ing. We go to the largest hotel in the city featuring Leon Waterbury and his orchestra but then we change our minds and go to a small cafe-on a side street. As we enter the door we hear the familiar strains of Beer Barrel Polka and we immediately know that Peg Casey is playing the piano here. We talk to her and find that she can also play Three Little Fishies with variations. She tells us that Dottie Eberlein is now a great artist and that Alice McVeigh and Marion Sturges work in an ice cream parlor across the street. The floor show is just starting so We sit down to watch. Ken Hubbard is the crooner who warbles l Wish l Was Single Again, and Give Me the Wide Open Spaces, and our old friend Ruth Neuendorf does a tap-dance on roller skates. She sees us and tumbles over, looking quite silly with her lassoo. As she goes off, a door at the side opens and Connie Smith comes tripping out with the latest version of her Spring Dance. She is very happy to see us and insists that we go over to Elma Zoller's lunch wagon, but pleading fatigue, We do not accept her invitation and start back to the hotel. As we walk along the deserted streets we can't help thinking what a small world this really is and our minds go back to the year when we were Seniors - the Class of 1942. 'A' 25 ir