New Hartford High School - Senior Annual Yearbook (New Hartford, NY)

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SENIOR ANNUAL STAFF Smlvd. Left In Rigbl: Eleanor Anderson, lidwzrrd juergucnsun, Ted Gurlcy, Rosemary Parole CEclitor-in-Chiefj, Derrick Brown, CAssistant liditorj, Beatricc Norton, and Betty Townsend, Sfcllldfflgf lilcrrnor VanDcnbcrgh, Robert MacFurl1md, Douglass Hasenauer, jane Kelly, Benjamin Sherwood, Miss Wlarring CStaff Advisurj, Miss Mangan CClass Advisurj, james Lerring, Irving Cohen, Dorothy Clement, and Marion Cotins. l7l

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THE FACULTY V r Seated. Left to Right: Helen Mason, Margaret Hughes, Mabel Pitkin, Beulah Burdick, Adella Kellerman, Eloise Bates, Margaret Brooks, Elizabeth Fitzgerald, Marvin Gibson, Eloise Daly, Mary Burdick, Isobelle Hogan, Frances Mangan, Arluine Hicks, Dorothy Lloyd, Elizabeth McLoughlin. Smnding' Roger Bancroft, Elizabeth Schepp, Ruth Davis, Charlotte Warr'ing, Mary Harris, Elizabeth Simmons, Margaret Green, I. June Cross, Mary Thomas, Doris Dix, Margaret Rice, Gilbert DeLaura, Herman Lybarger, Helen Wl1alen, Gertrude Whalen, Mabel Wlieeler, Anna Ransbury, Margaret O'Connor, Viva Carolyn, Helena Leahy, Gertrude McLoughlin, Lewis McKee. l61

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PT Ls T. - N , '174' 1, fb3 i A FUREWORD FOR ALL STUDENTS, but particularly the Seniors, is this Annual pub- lished. To the under-classmen let me present this thought: Almost any stu- dent can get through high school, but it takes initiative for a student to get through and make something of himself. For some of the Seniors, this is the last year of regulated education. Some of us will go on to higher education, but all of us, sooner or later, must face Life. We are the architects of our fortunes, for our lives will be what we make them, we should accept Life's knocks gratefully and let each knock be a boost for us. A grim determination means more and gets us farther than a good intention. There is no better way to express how each of us should feel than this short poem: l'Isn't it strange that princes and kings And clowns that caper in sawdust rings, And common folk like you and me, Are builders for Eternity? To each is given a bag of tools, A shapeless mass and a book of rules, And each must build, ere Life has flown, A stumbling block, or a stepping stone. THE EDITOR. ISI