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

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CU Witt by Pauline Randall We, the class of one thousand nine hundred and forty-nine, of New Milford High School, town of New Milford, County of Litchfield, State of Connecticut in the United States of America, hereby solemnly swear this to be our last will and testament, and do will and bequeath our outstanding attributes as follows: I, David McGoldrick, leave my superior debating power to Stuart Wells. I, Abigail Treat, leave my enthusiasm to Ellen Moore. I, Malcolm Carrier, leave my knowledge of world affairs to Ronald Ladd. I, Glenn Leahey, leave my tenor voice to Eddie Ett. I, Bernard Tanner, leave my shyness to Teddy Burdick. I, Lorraine Washburn, leave my high intelligence to anyone who can meet it halfway. I, Pauline Randall, leave my pleasant disposition to Rosalie Douskey. I, James Randall, leave my irresistible dry humor to Pat Murphy. I, Robert Lynch, leave my limbering, slumbering ways to Hugh Nuremburgh. We, Barbara Sullivan and Gay Pomeroy, leave the two front seats in Room 26 to Josephine Pruchnik and Nancy Waller. We, Herbert White, Arvid Alfredson and Theodore Booth, leave our quietness to George Baxter and Neil Young. We, Jean Gesell and Carol Lindman, leave our pleasant memories of Vermont to Jean Meddaugh and Betty Gesell. We, Elisabeth Haenel and Stuart Chase, leave our shattered past to the most recent duo. I, Arthur Johnson, leave my wonderful gift of gab to Alice Kramer. I, Martin Weiner, leave my good marks in Spanish to Robert deZafra. I, Richard Geissinger, leave my managing ability to James White. I, Sylvia Krasky, leave my flirtatious ways to Edith Chapin. I, Joan Edwards, leave, still hoping to become a nurse. I, Richard Cavonius, leave my art for making paper airplanes to Owen Peagler. We, Duane Adams and Warren Carlson, leave our way with the girls to Phil Ring. We, Patricia Peet and Gladys Rzchowski, our typing ability to Sally Martin. I, Paul Pare, leave my dislike of girls to Sidney Woj-ciechowski. I, Ann Lund, leave my independent ways to June Sandell. I, Stephanie Smyrski, leave my knowledge of geometry to Donald Woodin. We, Dorothy Rielle and Paul Staub, leave our dancing art to Larry Emmons and Nancy Wells. I, Helen Kane, leave the management of the basketball team to Mary Ann Lillis. I, Barbara Bouquillon, leave my voice lessons to Joyce Simpson. We, Janet Brudis and Michael Campo, leave our tardiness to Betty Chark and George Lee. I, John Lillis, leave my detentions to someone deserving them as little as I. I, Barbara Lucas, leave my demure ways to Patsy King. ze

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importance and superiority v)e had! Our first class meeting of the year was held and, for the first time in this four-year history of our class, a male student was elected President. Jimmy Caldwell received that honor, and proved to be a hardworking, ambitious leader. Glenn Leahey was made Vice President, assisted by Dot Rielle as Secretary and David McGoldrick as Treasurer. The Seniors went all out for sports, with Marty Weiner as manager of the Football Team. Andy Chark was made co-captain, and Bob Lynch and Duane Adams did a swell job. Dick Cavonius, though never a regular, symbolized the tireless good sportsmanship which helped carry the team to memorable victories. To celebrate our victories, the cheerleaders held a football hop on November 24th, and a wonderful time was had by all. Senior cheerleaders in-cuded Dot Rielle (Captain), Libby Haenel (1st Lieutenant), and Stephanie Smyrski. Then came the Senior Social, when we were entertained by an orchestra composed entirely of Seniors. They played anything from an old washboard to Doc Hunt's best clarinet. We were all very impressed by the star ballet dancer, who was, surprisingly, Malcolm Carrier! Soon came the memorable Senior production of The Ghost Train. We will never forget poor Gail Treat’s chicken pox, and Marilyn Greenhaus with Julia's part to learn in three days! Tragedy struck again in the form of Barry Gero's mumps, but with the aid of Dick Cavonius, who took over, we pulled through admirably. Others included in the cast were Marty Weiner, Lorraine Washburn, Dave McGoldrick, Libby Haenel, Jimmy Randall, Jimmy Caldwell, Janet Brudis, Paul Staub, and Stuart Chase. Janet Brudis' tipsy scene left the audience rolling in the aisles, with Jimmy Randall's jokes adding to the confusion! And now we are facing one of our hardest tasks ever: that is, leaving New Milford High. Graduation and Classnight are coming soon and we, the graduating class of 1949, wish to extend our deep thanks and sincere appreciation to Mr. Knox, Mr. Williamson, the faculty, and all those who have made the past years so enjoyable and pleasant. Special thanks and appreciation are due Mr. Graham, who has worked along with us to help make each event in our last two years a memorable and successful occasion. Without him we would have missed many happy and pleasant times. 2S

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I, Alfred Purdy, leave my Student Council reporting to the senior next year who feels capable of doing it. I, John O’Donnell, leave, taking my good marks and quietness with me. I, Anne Altermatt, leave my innocent smile to Joan Flynn, and the deviltry to go with it. I, Jane Parker, leave my school spirit to the noble underclassmen. I, Betty Burnham, leave my place on the honor roll to anyone who will work for it. I, Viola Page, leave my selling of tickets, to Robert Marsh. We, Elizabeth Glass and Andrew Chark, leave our athletic ability to Gertrude Coma and Bill Jones. I, John Berthelsen, leave my art tactics to James Ewing. I, Jo-Ann Maloney, leave my love of children to Shirley McHann. I, Leslie Ernhout, leave my teasing to William Schnell. I, Maurice Grossenbacher, leave my Ag clothes to anyone that they will fit. We, Dorothy Michalek and Harvey Conn, leave our ability to Janis McQueen to play the piano with both hands and feet. I, Jackie McCarroll, leave my blush to Richard Day. I, William Burnett, leave my knowledge of chemistry to Charles Roth. We, Joan Jones and Elsie Adams, leave our giggles to Nancy Couch and Alberta Villane. I, Marianne Duhan, leave my ability to draw women to Helen Jones. We, Clinton Fredlund and Henry Chatain, leave the keys to our cars to Eddie Ferris and Bill Cuddy. I, Barry Gero, leave my silliness to Bob Rielle. I, James Caldwell, leave my great strength to Bob Hungerford. I, Maurice Jajer, leave my car to anyone having an insurance policy. I, Franklyn Hawley, leave my girl to anyone who can handle her. I, Irving Armstrong, leave my knowledge of everything to John Crawford. I, Marilyn Greenhaus, leave my habit of losing books to Ronnie Johnson. I, Barbara Green, leave my homework to Elaine Keith. I, Helen Van Valkenburg, leave my petitness to Ruth Ohlin. We, Theodore Hine and Albert Stone, leave our drivers' licenses to the junk man. I, Norman Smith, leave, taking my holier than thou attitude with me. I, Vivian Malaspina, leave my wonderful sense of humor to anyone who can take a joke. I, Arlene Col, leave my always willing to help attitude to Janet Richmond. I, Kaye Steck, leave my hunt for a man to Sally Hueston. We, Harry Shrack, Ernest Legault and Louis Drzal, leave our wealth of knowledge about cars to Gordon Dyke. I, John Wolinski, leave my smile to Bob Casey. We, The Class, leave to Mr. Graham a filing cabinet to keep his original ideas in alphabetical order. 27