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

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CLASS PROPHECY - 19 4 8 THE ADVENTURES OF A DOLLAR BILL Life was such a bore for me. I graduated from the U. S. Treasury Department in 1948 and rested in Paul Fredlund's piggy bank for twelve years, and here it is 1960 already. Happy 1960! With the aid of a quarter and two half-dollars, I broke out of Paul's piggy bank and went merrily on my way. The first day after my prison break, an exciting life began for me when I was handed to Elaine Traver by Roger Arnold, a teller at the New Milford Savings Bank. I soon found out that Elaine had become bridal consultant at Kris's Tailor Shop in Washington, Connecticut, a very thriving business employing two of her former classmates—Florence Hapenowich, business director, and Barbara Barton, manager. Barbara White, whose engagement had just been announced, received me as change for her purchase of a wedding gown. I found out later that the pastor who was to perform the nuptials was none other than Dewey Young. I stayed with Whitey all through the wedding, although I was in the pocket of the groom. I got a chance to peek out of his pocket for a few minutes and saw several noteworthy people. Among those whom I recognized were Janet Arnold, the famous Organizer of the Woman's National Softball League; Hugh Barnhart, founder of the Two-Cylinder Baby Carriage Co.; Ronald Gero, Lieutenant Governor of Connecticut and his secretary, Robert Corey; and William McGoldrick, head of the American Dental Association. Pearl Oh-lin, famous lecturer on Spanish Culture, was just arriving. The famed football coach of Adelphi College, Dave Spotts, was busily engaged in conversation with his old sidekick, Mike Kapp, who was now Ambassador to Palabaloobia. Straining my ears to the limit, I caught a little of what they were saying. Their classmate, Lucy Lathrop, was traveling across country lecturing on the U. N.; the cute blonde, Dot Miller, was happily married to her sailor and raising a healthy little fleet. I found out that Archie Golden had a succesful talent scout show on the radio and that he had helped such present-day stars as Jean Teater, star of the Hit Parade; Marion Pomeroy, classical pianist; Margaret Yoblonski, baton twirler; and Alfred Oeschger, handsome star of stage and screen, reach the hall of fame. Glancing around the room, I saw a large crowd of notables standing near the punch bowl. I found out tFvat the crowd was there not solely to drink punch, but also to watch the demonstration being given by Helen Petersen, founder of Pete's Muscle Builders) Inc. She was showing Marvin Hungerford the ropes, while Conrad Kramer, owner of Kramer's Department Store, braced the poor fellow. Watching this exhibition of strength was Barbara Warwick, head nurse at St. Luke's Hospital and nurses Alice Allen and Phyllis Amazeen; Lowell Hendrix, glamour boy of Gaylordsville; James Rooney, director of the reconstruction of Bank Street and one of his foremen, Guy Burch; and Norman Day, chief architect of the project. Among the guests attending were Anna Zumpf and Claire Simpson, glamorous Conover models. Heartily enjoying the affair with them were Alice Earl, governess of Mint-More Worthwhile, and Barbara Sullivan, head of Bab's Dilly Dally Date Bureau. Next came the honeymoon. The young couple stopped at one of Norm's Snackbars, owned by Norm Piersall. I found that John Fetcho was head bouncer with Norm as an occasional assistant. Norm visted our table and renewed acquaintance with his old classmates. Through the gossip that passed among them, I found out that Rear Admiral Eddie Adams was in South America and Charlotte Bowen was his Spanish interpreter. Norm told the newlyweds that Betty Jarrett had disappointed her fans by retiring from the stage to raise her family. One of her colleagues, Gail Sheeron, was awarded an Oscar for her excellent performance in Bye Bye Brooklyn. Bob Gordon had become Chief Engineer at Westinghouse and Martin Jajer, high school star, had become football coach at Yale. The most amazing bit of news was that Anna Mae Parker had just returned from Switzerland, where she taught the Swiss to yodel. She had met Irene Christen, famed socialite on the boat and they made the trip together. 22

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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

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Norm's thriving business called him back to his job; so the honey-mooners were left alone—with me! The soda which was placed on the table by the dashing young waitress, Helen Strid, bore the name George Newton Co.— soft drinks. That was another classmate who made good. Looking across the room, I recognized some familiar faces. Could I be mistaken? No—there, sitting at a distant table, was James Drum, First Selectman of New Milford; Mary Jean Dineen, rodeo star; Ray Barton, head of Barton's Bargain Basement; and Betty O'Donneir, secretary at Pennywell Contractors, Inc. The newlyweds finished their meal and, using me to pay the bill, left the Snack bar. Here I am in a new home. It will seem strange without Barb. I wasn't in Norm's cash register long when Joe Yarrish, famous flip, stunt driver, received me as part of his change from five dollars. Joe placed me in his wallet between some pictures and papers. I strained my eyes to see whom the papers and pictures were about, and caught a glimpse of a picture of Barbara Kamenoff. Under the picture, it read: Secretary of the State of Connecticut. Not only was Barbara's picture there but there was a picture of Irving Wasley and words saying Lessons in Lassooing Lonely Little Ladies by Wasley. The last picture that I could see before I was taken out was that of Joe's old chum, Frank Wodjenski, who now ran a Lonely Hearts Club in Lonely Gulch, Arizona. What's this— Joe seems to be boarding a train, but where is he going? I struggled to get a short glimpse of the people on the train. Five enthusiastic young ladies were listening to a strange lecture on embalming by Gordon Waldron, the moldy mortician from New Milford. Janet Keifer and Nancy Tietinen, partners in the Keifer-Tietinen Cosmetics Co. were listening attentively while Betty Williams, wife of a millionaire New Yorker, gazed dreamily out of the window. Dorothy Ruddiman, famed hat designer and Barbara Worden, owner of Worden's Women's Wonder Window were also listening. My eyes glimpsed a sign that was on the window of the next coach. It read: PRIVATE Coach of the President of the United States, Joseph Went. Suddenly out of the President's private coach came Pauline Rabe-nold, famed world traveler and most eligible bachelor girl. She was talking to Louise Sheridan about some of their days back in high school. Louise had just been voted the most popular teacher at WaUy-Balloo College. The conductor's voice shrilled New Milford, next stop, and everyone got up to leave the train. Just outside of New Milford where the train stopped, I saw a tremendous billboard which read, See H. H. Taylor, Jr.—For Taylor-Made Homes. I heard my owner say, Good old Harry. The train came to a screeching stop in front of New Milford's station. A large crowd was at the station to greet.the President. I was able to see among the people present, Sue Wal-lian, President of the New Milford P. T. A., welcoming President Went to New Milford. Barbara Smith, syndicated newspaper columnist, was waiting on the sidelines to interview the great man. Two New Milford High School instructors—Jean Sandell, girls' basketball coach, and Sally Woodford, director of carpentry—were remarking how great it was that one of their old classmates had become the President of the United States. After witnessing the President's reception, I left the pocket of Joe Yarrish and had changed owners several times when my adventures suddenly came to a rather abrupt ending. I was with Phil Peagler, Editor of the New Milford Times, when I entered Tommy Jejer's Food for Thought Diner. I am still in the diner, but I am in a glass prison enclosed in a lovely frame with a label beneath which reads My First Dollar. At first, I thought this place was Frankenstein's mansion, but now I realize that it is the safest and nicest place in the world for me for I can see all my old friends going by every day. 23