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

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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

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Future Uncertain SENIORS At last we have reached the top! Soon after coming back to school, the yearbook editor. Barb White, and committee heads were chosen. We started working on the Senior play and the social. As our play, we chose Arsenic and Old Lac§ , which outclassed all former productions. After this came our Prom which was held March 12, and was heaven! (For the benefit of the uninformed, we're speaking of the decorations.) Now we have started commencement and after that will continue up the ladder to college or work, aided by our four years at New Milford. JUNIORS With the beginning of our Junior year, we advanced another rung up the ladder. Our first big event of the year (though not the biggest) was our social when we used three members of the part of the entertainment. The gala affair of the year was our Junior Prom when Irene Christen was crowned Queen. We inaugurated the invitation system, whereby everyone who came to the Prom had to have an invitation from our class. SOPHOMORES Our Sophomore year we felt like old timers. This year some of our members made the first teams of different sports. In the various plays during the year, we were represented by Betty Jarrett, Ronald Gero, Wanda Woodworth, and others. As to our social, who can forget the boarding house scene with Joe dictating letters to Potts, Potts, Potts, Potts and Co. (largest manufacturers of small pots in the world) and Sherm chasing Wanda with a flit gun?! FRESHMEN Little did we know, when we entered as Freshmen,] how many things we would have to do before we reached the top! We were soon represented in all the clubs and many sports. Our social surprised everyone. First we had organized our own bandj consisting of a cornet, clarinet, and from-, bone. Also we actually made money. We were all thrilled when Phil Peagler, our president, was elected editor of the Chanticleer, while still a Freshman We feel that our years in high school have been like the rungs of a ladder, and that we have been climbing toward graduation. 21