New Milford High School - Schaghticoke Yearbook (New Milford, CT)

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OUR PRAYER by Pearl Ohlin Strength for each trial That meets us, we pray, Asking Thy guidance Each step of the way. Knowledge we need, Lord, We're tender in years. Give us Thy wisdom To conquer our fears. Patience, a lesson We find hard to learn. Give us long suff'ring, For this we do yearn. Love is the sunlight That brightens the day And showers with sunbeams Our walk on this way. Lord, as we travel A trail we've ne'er trod, Help us and guide us We pray Thee, oh God! 18

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CLASS WILL We, the Class of 1948, being of sound and disposing mind and memory, do make, publish, and declare this to be our last Will and Testament, hereby revoking all other wills or testamentary documents, heretofore donning our caps and gowns, we leave. To the Freshmen, our ability to have good socials. To the Sophomores, our ability for acting. To the Juniors, the grace of God with their yearbook. To Miss Coombs, all our thanks for her help with the Schaghticoke. To Mr. Walch, a new set of football jerseys. To Mr. Tanno, an attentive Physical Education class. To Miss Pothier, energy to compete with Mr. Graham's jokes. To Mr. Went, our broken baseball bats. To Mr. Graham, a good joke book. To Mr. Williamson, our drawing ability. To Miss Matriciano, a stepladder. To Mr. Knox, our appreciation of “no school days. To Miss Keeler, our little problems. To Mr. Kelly, a pipe cleaner. To Miss Weaver, a map of France. To Mr. Malonis, more detention slips. To the lab, more hyrogen sulfide. To the band, more clarinet players. To the janitors, bigger and better push brooms. To Alfred Purdy, Lowell Hendrix's height. To the Student Council, a bicycle rack. To the typing room, a muffler for every typewriter. To Mr. Criswell, Joe Yarrish's curley hair. To the tongue-tied, a gift of gab like John Fetcho's. To Carl Trester, Marty Jajer's square shoulders. To anyone who wants to buy a car, Ronnie Gero's sales talk on Hudsons. To the Ag. boys, a new bus. To introverts, Helen Petersen's pep, vim and vigor. To New Milford High School, a fifty car garage. To cheerleaders, our yelling at basketball games. To future drivers, our limousines. To Dramatic Club, the Senior Play Set. To all the lucky girls, Phill Ring. To all dare devils, Hugh Barnhart's motorcycle. To Ivan Burdick, the executive ability of a financier. To Doc Hunt, the hope of an optimist. To the incoming Freshmen, the courage of a hero. To Miss Wodjenski, the gentleness of a dove. To the Recreation Council, the patience of Job. rTo the 843A% students, the persistence of the devil. To future Prom Committees, our arbors. To All, Success. 20