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

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W£ CMC That we. the Class of 1950 of New Milford High, Town of New Milford. County of Litchfield, State of Connecticut, being of sound mind and memory, do hereby make, publish, and declare this to be our Last Will and Testament. I, Eleanor Abel, leave my quietness to Jean Blantin. I, Tony Alessio, leave my seat in Miss Keeler's room to Henry Wolinski. We, Jean Bailey and Elsie Ellman. leave our everlasting and unselfish frindship to Sally Borgstrom and Joan Carrier. I, George Baxter, leave my liking of cars to Henry Wolinski. I, Dorothy Ann Beatty, leave my faithfulness to Minnie Cronin. We, Marjorie Berggren and Alice Lindbergh, leave our booth at Slone's to Joan Burnham and Carol Clark. I, Doris Caldwell, leave my sewing ability to Georgia Beatty. I, Robert Casey, leave, because after four years of High School, it seems to be the thing to do. I, Cordon Chappius, leave my good right arm to Bill Crowley. I, Edith Chapin, leave my jokes to Sally Borgstrom. We, Elizabeth Chark and William Jones, leave our tardiness abilities to needy Juniors. I, Gertrude Corna, leave my efficiency as a magazine sales manager to Eleanor Smith. I, John Crawford, leave my knowledge to some deserving student. I, William Cuddy, leave my driving ability to Eddy Easton. I, Richard Day, leave my ''88” to Charlie Brutz. I, Robert deZafra, leave my locker to six or seven unfortunate people. I, Rosalie Douskey, leave my basketball ability to Nancy Wells. I, Louise Duda, leave my love of shorthand and typing to the Junior girls. I, Edward Ferriss, leave my parking space to Stretch if he can get his car into it. I, Eleanor Ferriss. leave my ways with the boys to Priscilla Page. I, Patricia Flaton, leave my naturally curly hair to any girl on a rainy day. I, Joan Flynn, leave my talents to anyone who can discover them. I, Betty Gesell, leave sadly. I, Harvey Goodman, leave before someone changes his mind. I, Sally Hueston, leave my silly laugh to George Beatty. I, Doris Hungerford, leave taking my desire to attend Henry Abbott with me. I. Harold Johnson, leave, thank Heavens.—I hope! I. Elaine Keith, leave my ability to play the accordion to Maxine Anderson. I, Ronald Ladd, leave my good luck to all who need it. I, Howard Lane, leave my zany ideas to Slug Patterson. . I, George Lee, leave at last. 26

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The Prom which was held on May 13 turned out to be a huge success. The decorations were of unusual colors such as black, green, lavender, blue and all dark colors. The theme was superstitions, and black cats and silverware were arranged around the room. In the center of the floor was a ladder which was decorated with flowers. It was under this that the Prom Queen. Sally Hueston, was crowned by the president of the class. At the end of the year we again had a picnic at Lake Candlewood. It was the first time in the history of class picnics that a mummy arrived. This one came in the form of Janet Richmond, completely wrapped in towels in an effort to keep out of the sun . . . she'd already had enough! At last came our Senior Year. We—now dwindled down to 68—finally had our turn at being the Big Wheels. Several familiar faces had gone, but we were happy to have some new members and delighted when Howard Lane was able to come back after his long absence. Again, new arrangements were made in our class officers. Bill Jones, president of the Student Council, was made president; Owen Peagler, veep; Sally Hueston stayed on as secretary; and Jean Meddaugh took our money. Miss Northrop was voted unanimously as adviser. The annual Football Hop was a big success due to the fact that we had. that very afternoon, won the Championship of the Housatonic Valley League. Our big show in sports finally paid off. In the other sports the Class of 1950 dominated as usual. For the first time at this school the Seniors and Juniors had a combined social. This was due to the fact of mix-up in dates. Nevertheless, it was a real success. It brought out some talent the school never knew it had. Mr Buckham, for instance, is a marvelous piano player and you should hear Mr. Went sing. As usual Miss Northrop was there sweating the evening out. The other talents were spread evenly among the Seniors and Juniors. Everyone can still hear Harvey Goodman singing sweetly And her Brudda from the song I'll Never See Maggie Alone. Being Seniors we were naturally concerned about the Yearbook so we elected Janet Richmond. Elaine Keith and Bobby deZafra as co-editors and Miss Laurion as Yearbook Adviser. We all heaved a sigh of relief when, at last the final pages went to the printers late in March. Miss Laurion did a grand job and we surely appreciate her help and advice. One of the new teachers, Mr. Polanski, turned out to be an expert photographer and helped us no end by taking dozens of pictures for our Yearbook. Thanks to the Chamber of Commerce dances, the Class of 1950 was able to make a little extra money. We sold refreshments at those dances and we really did a good job. The next big thing on the agenda was the Senior Play. After a lot of reading we decided to give “George Washington Slept Here. Shortly after the cast of 17 had been picked we began practice under the direction of Mr. Graham. It could have been practice for the play or for football, which we don't know. But some new football players were discovered during those nights with even Mr. Graham taking part in some of the more spectacular plays. Members of the class put in hours of labor, with Mr. Went’s help, getting the proper setting—one which would appear old and worn in the first act and shining and modern a few minutes later in the next act. After two wonderful performances given December 2 and 3, Janet Richmond had a party for the cast in her basement which was enjoyed by all. The music provided by Andy Morren, Elaine Keith, and Neil Young will not be forgotten. Then came the arrangements for the Prom which was held on March 17, with Ray James and his orchestra. The decorations were in keeping with St. Patrick's Day. The next and last big thing we had to do was to plan Class Night and graduation. All too soon we realized that our high school days are now memories and not a reality. Before we go we would like to take this time to thank all the teachers who have, by their guidance and patience, helped to make this graduation possible. also to thank Mr. Knox and Mr. Williamson for all they have done for us. And now we would like to thank Miss Northrop for all she has done for the Class and for each of us separately Never have we seen a harder worker or a better friend. In the future, we know that Miss Northrop will be one of our best memories of high school. 25

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Lester Leviness, leave my Ford to anyone who can hold it down. Mary Ann Lillis, leave my knowledge of English to Shirley McHann. William Lillis, leave my ways of deviltry to Francis Hapke. Sally Martin, leave my job as secretary in the office to Nancy Couch. Patricia McHann, leave my good times in Miss Gallo's room to the entire commercial class. Janice McQueen, leave my ability to type to Beverly Hamilton. Jean Meddaugh, leave my demure laugh to Jean Golembeski. Burton Mezebish, leave my patient understanding of Mr. Graham's sense of humor to Bill Arnold. Ellen Moore, leave my place on the honor roll to my sister, Mary Lou. Andrew Morren, leave my shotgun to Mr. Kelly. Patrick Murphy, leave my muscles to Calvin Strong. Hueh Nuremburg, leave my football ability to Ed Berry, Frank Brandt, and Chub Marsh. Owen Peagler, leave my football, basketball, and track uniforms to Carl Trester. We, Jeanette Peet and Marie Thompson, leave our dancing ability to Barbara Peet and Edna Tiemann. I, Hughes Pfeifer, leave my Packard to Hot Rod Easton. I, Josephine Pruchnik, leave my look of complete innocence to Joseph Lillis, Jr. I, Richard Purdy, leave my place in the Ag. room to Robert Hungerford. I, Janet Richmond, leave my serious ways to Patsy King. I, June Sandell, leave my place as basketball manager to anyone with good nerves. I, Nancy Schimph, leave my poor mark in English to anyone else who can flunk a 3rd. grade spelling test. I, William Schnell, leave, taking Elaine Keith with me. I, Joyce Simpson, leave my wit to Joan Carrier. I, Anna Tuz, leave my liking for a certain Chevy to no one. I, Edward Volinski, leave my quick wit to Howard Altermatt I, Nancy Waller, leave my bashfulness to Annette Smith. I, Helen Weeks, leave my outbursts of laughter to Sally Borgstrom. I. Stuart Wells, leave after four hectic years. I, Richard White, leave my bashful ways to John Ploski. I, Julian Wojciechowski, leave my flirtatious ways to Mike Burdick. I, Sidney Wojciechowski, leave, taking all I've learned in my watch pocket. I, Donald Woodin, leave my managerial duties to some little Freshman. I, Neil Young, leave my Warren drawl to Charles Ludeman. I, Bruce Ziolkowski, leave my quietness to Mike Burdick. We, the Senior Class, do hereby leave and bequeath Miss Northrop to any class who will take real good care of her. 27