Mohawk High School - Mohican Yearbook (Mohawk, NY)

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BESSIE .l. FULLER BESSIE J. FULLER No one can ever fully or adequately express the value of kindness, tolerance, patience, loyalty, love, for these are immeasurable virtues. Likewise, no one could begin to express the value to a community of one who has served loyally, tolerantly, faithfully, excellently for 37 years. We can humbly and graciously say, This com- munity owes Miss Fuller a debt it can never pay. For 37 years she has been a major factor in the education of our young peopleg for 24 years she has directed and led our elementary department. Someone has said, He who leads best makes the least noise. This author surely described Miss Fuller, for in her quiet and unassuming manner she has constantly and directly influenced our educational program. Most of us fear and resist change, but here was one who was always ready and willing to revamp her methods and ideas and yet one who carefully and wisely pracf ticed the agefold adage, 'LNever be the first to jump at new ideas nor the last to hold to the old. It is indeed with deep regret that we see her leave our system, for no one is held in higher esteem among us, and yet we must rejoice with her as she looks back over a successful and useful career. We sincerely hope she will enjoy life in the future as much as we know she has enjoyed serving this community and our children.

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FACU LTY Mr. Baker Miss Burke Mrs. Harter Miss Keefe OFFICE STAFF Mrs. Currie Mrs. Shepherd Miss Steele Miss Sommer CAFETERIA STAFF Mrs. Decker Mrs. Bruska Mrs. Schoendorf Mrs. Hassett

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STILL REMEMBERED MIKE CATLIN Gone but not forgotten . . . that's a thought running through many a senior's mind in connection with the death of one of their classmates, Mike Catlin. Yes, gone are all the familiar pranks in Mrs. Congilaro's homeroom . . . the tacks on the seats, the misplaced books Mike had in his possession fjust by coincidence, of coursej, and all the jokes popped by this prankster upon the teacher's departure from the room. Mike was always one who spent most of his time filling out passes to this teacher and that and then never getting them signed by Mrs. Congilaro. Outside of being the clown of the class, Mike had a heart of gold. You'd always see him doing his share, whether it be taking his turn at the checkfroom during basketball games, dragging in coke cases for the refreshment committee at dances, or lending a helping hand on the cleanfup committee at the class functions. No matter what he did, he did it with a smile or joke. Since Mike's death, the homerooms of the Class of '54 have been just a little more silent. Perhaps Mike's classmates have been waiting for the door to open, and a blackfhaired, impish guy to come bobbing in. It's that way with all of Mike's classmates . . . the silent reverence, the silent tribute given to a wonderful classmate and a genuine pal. Yes, the Class of '54 offers this page as a memoriam to Michael Catlin, who, to the Class of '54, is Nor DEAD, BUT JUST AWAY.