Morris Central High School - Morrisanian Yearbook (Morris, NY)

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Ginger Allen: Why not come closer to Morris so George won't go to sleep on his way home T Joanne Rutherford: We advise you to get a garage to put the Crosley In so It won't be blocking the street so late at night. George Schoradt: Persuade Mrs. Olds to let you sit next to Ginger so your Jokes will be really appreciated. Arthur Bettlol: There are other things In life besides sports (girls for In- stance). Joe. Lamphere: Keep the senior class lively next year, Joe. William Buck: We know that you are heading for Prance, so why bring It up In all your conversations? David Dempsey: Don't go out with all the girls at once, save some for next year. Onnolee Ostrander: Boys don't bite. Pauline Glambalvo: Why go to New York, the boys are Just as good here, espec- ially since a new member of your class has arrived. Edward Hansen: We know you are a swell guy so why not mingle with people? Fred Roberts: Maybe next year you can find another girl like Barbara to sit with on the bus but please restrain yourself; you'll be a senior next year. Richard Musser: You've a wonderful smile; why don't you see If It will snare a specie of the opposite sex? Edward Johnson: You can't be a pedestrian and have a girl. Evelyn Johnston: We hope you stick to your present Idea of not robbing the cradle. Bill Kodrlch: If given a chance, we think you'll be a whit on the basketball floor. Bob Elliott: Now you have a motorcycle, why not get a girl? Marjorie Card: Next year follow the example set by this year's seniors get a diamond Instead of a class ring. Harriett Puylara Gena Gould CLASS POEM I'll tell you now about our class The class of 1950. Our president Is named Don Foote; He really Is quite nifty. The second of our little group. The one who Is our veep— His name Is Eugene Bettlol, A friend we're sure to keep. Our secretary, she's a dandy. Her name Is Doris Cole. When business there Is to transact How well she plays her role.

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Anita George our treasurer is; How well she handles money. In mathematics she does shine. And her disposition's sunny. Called by her classmates, full of fun, Jean Foote has hair so blonde. She really is one of the girls Of whom we're very fond. One of o:ir irls is Barbara Hull, And we've nicknamed her Mert. She's lots of fun, and in each class You will find her alert. Francis Klindt's one of our boys— He owns a wee, small car. We all know that it is Joanne Who is his guiding star. Madeline Harrington, of our class. Has eyes that are so blue. They sparkle when she tells you how To Larry she'll be true. Another one is Marion Harris The girl that we call Nan Without much fuss or any noise She found herself a man. Here is a boy named Harrington With Christian name of Wayne He is a boy whose friendship true We should really like to retain. Leonard Young is another lad— A pugilist so brave. Good looking too, with hair so blonde— My how the girls do rave I Gena Gould's a cute little girl An aim in life has she. To business school she soon will go A secretary she'll be. Elwyn Goodier—there's a lad; The fellows call him Spiel. He drives his father's car around With something more than zeal. Bonsall Wheeler, full of fun. Displaying each new fad Would take each one of us by storm-- But we still like the lad. Harriett Puylara—Bedford now. Is wearing two new rings. We wish her happiness and joy— The kind that marriage brings. Bud Pickens is a likable 3a d Who's interested in a girl. He'd like to take her out in his car And give her a little whirl. James Hamlin is another boy— A trumpet lie does play. He is an all round fellow Who has a friendly way.