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

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Glass Jfistory Dear Kindergarten parents: Sept. 7, 1956 We’ve had a wonderful week! It's a special privilege to share the first smiles and tears of a new Kindergarten class. Much to my joy the tears have been few. Sept. 21. 1956 The big news this week is our new friend Billy - Susan G. 's two-week-old billy-goat spent the past two days with us. The children have really enjoyed playing with him, building a pen for him (even though he didn't stay in it) and feeding him from a bottle. Nov. 9. 1956 Our sand for the play yard arrived Monday. The children have had a wonderful time with it. I do hope most of the sand shakes off before they reach home. Dec. 14, 1956 Monday at 1:00 the senior play will be presented for students - if you wish your child to go please send 15£ (do you notice inflationary trends?) Shirley Schick Those were some of the HEADLINERS of our first year of school. Most of our senior class has attended Morris Central since Kindergarten, but we do have some late-comers in our midst: Perry Tourtellot joined us in 2nd grade Barbara Hansen and Jim Bankich - in 4th grade Jane Matthers and Bob Eklund - in 5th grade Sean Dugan and Renate Foerster - in 6th grade Jane Loeser - in 7th grade Don Walling - in 9th grade Ray Moore - in 10th grade Now we’re one big happy family with poor Mrs. Jake. After our 8th grade graduation - the last one for M.C.S. students - our whirlwind of high school days began with our entrance into the 9th grade. Mr. Zoch and Mr. Knapp learned that it took us awhile to wake up and get to our homerooms on time. Mr. Gregory gave up teaching Earth Science after he had us. Some of us French I students had our first taste of the real thing when we attended a concert of MARC ET ANDRE, French folk singers. That was the year of the Rotary's first Snow Carnival, the time we eagerly made our snow sculpture a rocket that changed into a space man that changed into a Coke bottle that changed into a 6-foot clothespin. That masterpiece rewarded us for all our efforts by melting and falling into a heap before the judges ever saw it] Slave days, movies and thousands of bake sales also kept us naive freshmen busy that year. Then our ordeal began - the 10th grade, with English 2B, biology, geometry, and all those treacherous subjects. (No, the subjects weren't bad. It was the homework that killed us!) To lessen the drudgery, some of us became cultured and took part in Mr. Burr Harrington's dancing class, which ended with a grand Cotillion; there, we had a chance to step formally on friends, and parents toes! Also, to further our education we took a field trip to the Cornell Science Day; there we learned most inter- esting things - like the sex-life of a cabbage!? We started off our 11th year by breaking the custom of having round class rings, we ordered square ones. The new Vocational School in Oneonta was attended by several members of our class. Since our college years were soon approaching, Mrs. Chase led us around on several visits to campuses - both 2 - and 4 - year schools - all sizes and shapes. Our big money-making projects were two Junior Carnivals (with everything from spook houses to fourtune-telling to penny-pitching), and dances. Mrs. Dodsen's num-num French III class field-tripped to New York to go to the United Nations Building, a French play by Moliere, and a French restaurant (remember that day Clare?) Albert demonstrated his skill in driving bus 28 by maneuvering over, under, around, and through thousands of taxi-cabs. Our fearless and faith- ful mothers displayed their culinary talents by preparing a super-duper Alumni Banquet in June.

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Rifle Club - 1,2,3; Yearbook - 4; Chess Club - 3,4; Senior Play If I told you, you wouldn't believe me' JAMES BANKICH PETER SKOGLUND HAROLD McCALLUM Jim Baseball - 1,2; Rifle Club - 1,2, 3,4 Exchange Student from Lima, Peru Chucha Harold'

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Gfass 3fisiory (:iontJ Now in our final year we have really been working madly to earn our way to the big city. Gary's cool truck helped make our work day successful by carrying us and piles and piles of leaves to the dump, (our old colleague, Dale McGonigal, even came to help us!) We made more money by pitching Mr. Sheldon’s tent and selling goodies to all the freezing football fans. Our biggest project was Annie Get Your Gun, the first musical a Senior class has ever presented. Practically everyone in the class played a part in executing the production; and what would we have done without Miss Flo (so energetic and good-spirited), Mrs. Herrick (so devoted that she braved blizzards in her little red Opel, and let us use her choo-choo train), and Miss Lenhardt (so talented that she could hammer to the rhythm of the songs we were singing)? Like all previous Senior classes we sold candy (Mrs. Jake bought 25 boxes!) and we sold magazines (Donna and Gary were high salesmen). Mr. Stafford gave the senior economics class a preview of N.Y.C. by walking with us around the Wall Street and Fifth Avenue area one day in October. Now we will feel more at home when we go to stay for 4 days in April. Most recently, 15 of us (Sean, Jody, Nancy, Jim B., Tom R., Cindy, Marcia, Pam, Jane L., Carl, Sophie, Mike, Susan G., Renate, and Donna) have been helping as teacher aides during our free periods. This program has helped to make us feel truly useful. (Don’t ask the teachers how they feel!) We have just received word from the Board of Regents that Marcia and Clare have won Regents Scholarships, and that Pam, Jane, and Sean have been named as alternates. All through high school our extra-curricular activities have centered around music and sports. Our class took part in chorus musicals (MR. CRANE, SERENADE TO SPRING, ROARING 20's REVUE), and we have made up practically half of the Senior Band (went to competition and put on several concerts a year). The guys have added a lot to all sports teams, and some of the girls have even rated in sports (cheerleading, volleyball, softball, and bowling teams). Right now, we anxiously await our coming college or working lives, yet we hate to leave all our friends (both student and teacher-type) and our fine memories of the Butternut Valley. Thirty-seven ungainly, diverse and noisy but beautiful seniors burst into my quiet, respectable business room last September and the place hasn't been the same since. Remember ... our hot dog roasts? That night we fried hot dogs on the Cafeteria stove? What a sure way to make your mother-in-law love you! The class meetings when we actually knew what was happening? The witty sayings written on the blackboard? My too frequent lectures? Ray's Valentines? All of these pleasant memories are ours to treasure always and your absence will be felt greatly by all of us here at M.C.S. You have been a tremendous group of students. Never have we had such a quantity of quality seniors. Thank you for just being you! Mrs. Jake