Mohawk High School - Mohican Yearbook (Mohawk, NY)

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From the Mail Bags of l959 Dear Barb, I was very happy to read about your successful married life with your twelve children. It brings back memories. Boy, I'll never forget that good wedding reception you had, and the whole gang was there. As for myself, I am now on another deep-sea fishing trip, only this year they have promoted me, and I am now teaching. I am having loads of fun and good experience, too. During my stay here, I have seen and heard from some of our classmates. Before I go on to tell you about them, Katherine wanted me to say hello for her. She is here with me and she is enjoying the trip immensely. I went window shopping the other day and you will never guess what was printed on the window of the most elaborate woman's hat shop. It read Famous hats-designed by Harold Cunf ninghamf' Hats were being arranged in the dis' play by Tom Pickard, window decorator. I hadn't gone much further when beautiful music attracted my attention, so I went into the building where it was coming from. Imagine my surprise to Hnd Jim Daly directing his famous allfgirl choir. I went on doing my shopping, and when I passed the famous opera theater, a name which I thought looked familiar attracted my attention. Yes, it was Pat Cirillog it seems he has done quite a bit of opera singing. This I couldn't believe, so I went to his dressing room to talk with him. It was Pat all right, and I was quite amazed. During our visit, he told me that our friend, Pete Baldwin, liked school so much that he is now teaching in good old M. H. S. He also told me that Nick Barberio had decided to be a Priest, and he was holding services somewhere near Chapatchet. It seemed good to hear about them. That was enough for one day, and it was a very busy day at that. I hurried back through the hotel and had my supper. After sitting in the lounge a short while, I decided to retire, and I think it was a good idea as I slept well. When I awoke the next morning, I found waiting for me a letter from Doris Eberlein. After I had opened and read it I was quite surprised at some of the news. She is now at the head of the Are'YoufLonely? club of Herkimer County. You would never guess it, but she said that joe Baker is hunting elephants in Africa and that Leona Madison is his interpreter. Ed Rankins is traveling with a large circus as The Fat Man. Bob Robbins is now working as building custodian in place of Mr. Hinman at M.H.S. She also wrote that Bob March has taken up the occupation of writing poems, Clarence Williams is now famous in his Held of make up. We will have to contact him one of these days. Pat Harrigan is now a missionary in China, and I hear that brought quite a bit of pleasure to the Chinese. Doris also told me that Ken Barringer is now a public sten- ographer, and quite famous at that, and Ralph Cress is a secretary for a large firm in New York. Well, Barb, time is running out and I hope I have given enough news for awhile. I hope that it won't be long before I hear from you again. It would even be better to see you. Love, MARY Dear Sue, Imagine-I finally got the children quiet enough to write to you. You know how it is tho-all those animals at your zoo must be almost like children. To think that you're the keeper of that huge zoo!! Enclosed you will find my latest letter from Mary. What exciting news she writes. Next week we are having a big week end. I do wish you could come up for it. Remember it will be our tenth anniversary. Does it seem pos- sible to you that we have been out of school that long? I Anyway, Anne fyou know she has her own newspaper now-The Mohawk Valley Newsj and I are trying to round up all our classmates for a real show. We know for sure that Ginger is coming with her Georgous Ginger-Lady Wrestler Act. Dot Day is trying to get Saturf day off, her aerialists are the best in the world. Ringling Brothers have a show that day, but they might let her go. Also Don G. Jones is going to do his famous toe dance. Tonight we are going down to the Cedar Lounge to see if we can get Lillian Davis to help with the bouncing. She keeps all of the ruffians out of the Club. We are so lucky to have Barbara Basler as county sheriff. She is using her influence. Donald R. Jones is

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Remember the Dciys . Remember the days when Miss Smith used to say, I've got a name. Please don't call me Hey. Or while, as we sat in a circle around her, She told us fine stories of great deeds of wonder. But as time passed on, from this room of fun, We went to the ones where work was begun. ik wk HK wk In the first six grades with all our might, We tried to figure, read and write. Ink was a novelty in the third grade, Smudges on floors, desks and clothes were made. Mrs. Keno's fifth grade created a nation, But don't worry, Miss Sanger's weren't on vacation. We had parties at Christmas, wore costumes on Hallowe'en, And during our recess we played King and Queen. Entering Junior High, we gave three cheers, For the next six would be most exciting years. as is Pk ik Passing to classes, up and down stairs, We had our own lockers and movable chairs. Barb, our president, at assemblies presided, When we had ideas, in teachers we confided. After dancing classes, parties and Sweet' heart Ball, The year ended with a banquet attended by all. Of regents we got our very Hrst taste, We worried, and crammed, and asked God for His grace. On we went, the next Freshmen to be, And we were a class that made history. Ik wk Sk fl! As Freshmen we didn't do much at all, We elected our ofiicers and talked in the halls. In classes we acted like infants we knew, But we were the ones that had to get through. Of parties we had none-so bad did we act, We don't want to boast-it is merely a fact. We were threatened and threatened, but what good did it do, Until we had sessions with--you know who! But in the end we think you will find, That as Freshmen we usually had a good time. wk ak ak ae Mr. Thornton was new the following year, But we seemed to be unable to hear his cries for quiet and please for less noise, For our hearts were set on frivolous joys. Biology, geometry or Latin rules, Frequently kept us an hour after school. Class day at Caroga, brought the year to an end, Our attitude surely was beginning to mend. Since Mr. Teft to Palmyra has gone, We knew that last year that we did him wrong. We did a lot and went to the top, Selling hot dogs, candy and pop. The Junior Prom was our main aim, Never had there been the same. Then came class day, baccalaureate, and graduation, Which kept us all in meditation. For the next year we would be, Making plans, the same, you see. lk ik ik lk The class of '49 we are! Why did it seem so very far, To calling cards and pictures taken, Caps and gowns and invitations? Alan was chosen as the one, To direct us through our work and fun. Junior Miss was our senior play, On which we put in many a day. And then there were those three big dates, That made us Mohawk graduates. And in the future years we will find, These memories often on our minds. When we look back to them and say, Can you, do you, Remember the Day? -K. D.

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going to be guest speaker, he suggested having Bill Long to direct the music. You see, Bill is the church choir director now. Norman and Anthony have asked me about a fashion display. Of course, Norman could have his dresses modeled-poor Tony, he would have to sell ladies' underwear! I really think the whole affair will be quite successful. Tudy is flying all the way from Chi' cago and is autographing all the copies of her latest novel All My Loves or Variety Is the Spice. Lore has set up the biggest television screen yet, to see all our own celebrities. Joan broadcasts at 5:55 Saturday with her predictions for the week. Leo and Marlene go on the air at 5 :SO with Ti-ns Hscrrc HEc'rUs FAMILY. Janis and Carroll, you know, are the new announcers for this televised broadcast. They have also found a spot for Tony G. and his Scotch bagpipe. He is going to furnish the musical interlude between programs. I hope I have made it enticing. I can hardly wait to see you. I am sure the weekend will be loads of fun, so try to make it. Write soon and let me know whether or not to expect you. Love, BARBARA Dear Mary, Since I left good old M.H.S. ten years ago I have gone a long way. I am now the best zoo keeper in New York City. This being my job, I naturally meet many people and you could never guess who-some of our classmates were the latest. I really was surprised, and I thought that I would write you. My day off last Sunday was a very eventful day. I went to the theater, and will you be thrilled when I tell you what I saw. In the revival of the musical ballet Red Shoes appeared none other than Ed Werenczak, Chet Johnson and Hank Smallenberger. They came out during the third scene wearing baby blue trunks and pink ostrich feathers. They told me they were being taught how by Irv Reid, Murray protege of Arthur Murray. The show was very good. When I left the theater I walked down Broad' way. There I noticed that one of the numerous billboards read, Do you want a baby sitter? You do! Well drop in here, we have the best in the business. My curiosity got the best of me so I wandered in and who should I see behind the desk? None other than Tom Rathbun. He inf formed me that Charles White was his assistant manager. Well Mary, after that surprise I was prepared for almost anything. It was such a nice afternoon that I decided to continue my walk in Central Park. The first person I met was a former class' mate, Don Wainwright. He told me that he had acquired the title as the greatest orator of all times and was on his way to make a speech on the subject of Should We Put a Bridge Across the Atlantic Ocean? I then walked to the Paramount Theater. Sur- prises were really coming my way. I looked at the marquee where great big letters blazed- Marie White, first woman Charles Atlas appearing in person. If you think that bowled me over wait till you hear that the newsreel was filmed and narrated by the foreign correspondent, june Williams. I promptly bought a ticket. After the show I started to do some window shopping on Fifth Avenue. A sign reading Digger O'dell Shedd the friendly undertaken' caught my attention. I rang the bell and sure enough it was good old Alan up to an entirely different trick. Remembering that I had a letter to mail to Lois Steele, now a missionary worker in China, I directed my steps toward the post office. As I slid the letter into the slot I noticed a wanted sign that read Wanted for defrauding the U. S. Government, Bernie Ryanf He had forgotten to put a Sfcent stamp on a letter. Gee, I really hope that they don't find him, as it might mean life. By this time I thought that I'd take a look over at the zoo and see how things were coming. On my way I met Dick Reardon who is now an inf terpreter for the French poodles that desire to carry on a conversation with our American dogs. He told me that he was on his way to visit Jim Sullivan at a nearby hospital where he was a nurse. On my arrival at the zoo I was informed that the new lion tamer had arrived. When I was introduced to him, I recognized him as Harold Van Zoern. He was leaving the circus to join our union of tamers. Well, Mary, I shall close for now as I must attend to my large unusual family. Your old classmate, SUSAN THOMAS