North Syracuse High School - Northmen Yearbook (North Syracuse, NY)

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OF THE CLASS OF 1954 Dorothy Hickok so a certain iunior will not have to wait for her all next year. I, Mary Herbert, leave my size Uh shoes to Mr. Pistolese. I, Barbara Hier, leave to any iunior, my place in chorus, if he can find a seat. I, Dick Hill, leave my bowling shirt to Len Oberg- fell, if he can get it on. l, Gwen Hines, leave a cheerleading position of cheering the Northmen on to victory to some lucky girl. I, Corinne Hogan, leave all my terrible freckles to Dorothy Hickok. I, Jim Hollister, leave my big toe for football next year to Dick Pike. I, Jean Homan, leave my iob as recording secre- tary of the P.T.S.A., to anyone capable of handling it. I, Bob Humphrey, leave my report card to anyone who can get low marks and hope you have better luck raising them than I did. We, Dick Babiec, Chuck Breh, and Paul Irwin, leave nothing, we are taking it all with us. I, Ellie Johnson, leave my homemaking ability to Dot Luce and Barb Wheatly. I, Mary Ellen Kissel, leave one large bottle of lini- ment to Pat Crawshaw for those After Bowling BIues. I, Joyce Kline, leave my happy hours in 218 to any iunior in Homemaking Ill. I, Bob Kurtyka, leave a tackle position to Turpo, and the aches and bruises that go with it. I, Carm LaMacchia, leave my nickname Bimbo and my knee socks to any iunior who can take the kidding. I, Thomas LaRochelle, leave a grave digging iob to any iunior who wants a dead iob! ! I, Thelma Jean Lavier, leave the ability to catch your man in your iunior year and keep him, to any junior who thinks she has found the right one. I, Jacqueline Leonard, leave to Karl Bechtel and Grahame Bayard, a tablet for their math class. I, Donna Lipke, leave my long hair to any short- haired iunior girl. I, Janet Penny Lowe, leave my ability to go steady and still get through high school to my sister, Jo. I, Steve Miller, leave my low marks in English to any iunior who can bring them up. I, Joan Moriniti, leave the bus stop across from the school to any of the juniors, that work during the afternoon and hope they won't freeze as I did in the winter. I, Dick McCarthy, leave my iob as Editor-in-Chief of the yearbook to any iunior who is crazy enough to take it. I, Dan Mylott, leave my coffee cup and seat in 218 to Dick Lane. I, John Olson, leave my seat in Mr. Pinti's chemis- try class, to any quiet iunior who wants to become noisy. I, Lorraine Orr, leave my green eyes to anyone who wishes to have a pair of green eyes. I, Jane Park, leave my room at the Ames' house to Rosie Dowling. We, Shirley Pickard and Ed Mullen, leave our places in chemistry class to any poor unfortunate iunior silly enough to take it. l, Barb Pizio, leave my habit of having parties to any iunior girl whose parents are immune to noise. I, Regina Poplawski, leave my position as Ex- change Editor on the Scribbler to anyone nosey enough to take it. I, Pat Reilley, leave my ability to make lay-ups at basketball practice, to Dave Case. I, Jim Riccelli, leave my pegged pants and my ability to dance Ufah StyIe, to Bill Waryan. I, Jane Roberts, leave my seat in Mrs. Starr's Homemaking Ill class to Kay Laura. I, Bob Rohde, leave my love for chemistry to Walt Eifier. I, Earle Rothbaler, leave a pad and pencil to write notes to the principal when he sends kids to the office, to Mr. Broad. I, Norine Rousche, leave my worn out textbooks to my sister, Nancy. I, Bernice Sahm, leave my big blue eyes to roll at all the fellows to Elinor Roberts. I, Catherine Santamaria, leave my iob as Business Manager of the yearbook to any iunior who wants it. I, Joyce Sattler, leave a few nights without home- work to Judy Parent. I, Carol Schlie, leave my ability to get along in gym classes to Rosie Dowling. I, Rohe Schneider, leave one white hen to Doc Watson. I, Elaine Schopfer, leave my long fingernails to any iunior who can stand having people ask if they are real. I, Joan Scullin, leave my iob in the Town and Country to Pat Crawshaw. I, Richard Shepard, leave my ball room dancing to any iunior who thinks he can put it to use as well as I have. I, Lucy Smith, leave my ability for not getting my art work in on time to any iunior who wants it. I, Joan Smolsey, leave my ability to amaze the faculty by attending school regularly in my senior year to any iunior who can fill the position. I, Josephine Spagnola, leave my book on howto skate backwards, and my skates if she wants them, to Bess Wylde. I, Joyce Stanke, leave my platform shoes to Lois Bader. I, Ken Stoffel, leave my privilege to wander around first period or to be in 218 with the girls, to lucky Jim Brown. I, George Taylor, leave my seat in chorus to Mitch Zielenski, hope you will do better in it than I did. I, Clinton Throop, leave my casualties in chemis- try lab to anyone who wants them. I, Peter Tortorello, leave my hunting and shooting ability to Joe Kissel and Mr. Raulli. I hape that they have better luck than l did this year. I, Delores Van Alstin, leave my pleasant smile to my sister, Viola, and hope that it works for her as well as it did for me. I, Renwick Varone, leave my vice-presidency of the senior class to whoever wants an engrossing iob. I, Gloria Viviano, leave some vitamin pills to make her hurry out of her locker in the morning, to Jean Mancini. I, Thomas Wagorn, leave my second and third period study hall positions to Chuck Burkett. I, Carol Webster, leave extra packages of Wrig- Iey's chewing gum to Carol Zikmund. I, Nancy Wicks, leave my friendly relations with all my teachers, even when I cut their classes, to Mary Ann Arcidino. I, Marilyn Wilkinson, leave my iob as secretary in Junior Red Cross to any member who would like it. I, Barbara Williams, leave my position as secre- tary of the senior class to Esther Perry if she can find time and is crazy enough to do it. I, Mary Ann Williams, leave my morning run to try to catch bus number ten to any iunior who finds it hard to get up in the morning. l, Ray Willis, leave my gas and oil bill, which he burned up in 1953, to Dave Case. I, Gerald Winslow, leave my embarrassing mo- ments to some pale face iunior who has always wanted a rosy complexion. I, Ray Yost, leave my seat at the Nat games to any iunior who wants it. l, Diane Zinsmeyer, leave my seat in Bookkeeping Il to anyone who takes it for two years. We, the senior attorneys at law, hereby sign and seal this, our last will and testament of the year nineteen hundred and fifty-four. Frances Barbagallo and Frances Gurtowski

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THE LAST WILL A D TESTAME T We the senior class of this year of our Lord nine- teen hundred and fifty-four, realize that our four happy years of high school are coming to a close do, being of sound mind and body and uninfluenced by any outsider, hereby present our last will and testament to the faculty and our unworthy successors. To Mr. Robbins and Mr. Wagner, we leave our deepest appreciation and gratitude for the out- standing leadership that they have given us through- out the past years. To Mr. Goessling and Mr. MacKenzie, our won- derful advisors, though slightly worn out, we leave a megaphone, so that they can make themselves heard at senior meetings if they should ever under- take the iob of being senior advisors againg also our warmest and heartiest thanks that these two wonderful men were our advisors. To Mr. Pistolese, we leave our hearty thanks for being a wonderful yearbook advisor, and also a pizza receipe so that he won't think all his talents have been wasted. To Mr. Raulli, we leave one box of grease pencils and one box of erasers, to speed him up in laying out next year's yearbook. We also leave our hearty thanks for being such a good sport. To Mr. Cortese, we leave a plaque entitled Northmen, with the sincerest hope that he will always remember the senior class of '54 with dearest of thoughts. To Mrs. Starr, we leave a bottle of Alka Seltzer so that she can eat the wonderful cooking of her future family relations classes without getting indi- gestion. To the freshmen, we leave the hopes and dreams of graduating from the new school. To the sophomores, we leave the ability of fol- lowing the iuniors who followed us, the ever-so- capable seniors, to becoming such successful sen- iors, if they think they can make it. To our worthy successors, we leave the halls and the wonderful times we have had at N.S.C.S. I, Leila Ackerson, leave to Pat Fatcheric, going to summer school, to get farther ahead. l, Elaine Allen, bequest to any worthy iunior my wonderful experience as TEEN TIMES editor, and my long and everlasting friendship with Elaine Schopfer. I, Ken Allen, bequest my absorbing year in Eng- lish class to any iunior who thinks he is worthy of it. I, Gary Alletzhauser, leave my clownish antics to some unworthy iunior who thinks he can do as well. We, Dick and Don Alt, leave our four fun-filled years of Agriculture to any two worthy iuniors. I, Sue Ames, leave the enioyment of having a foreign student friend, to anyone willing to learn a lot and have lots of fun. I, Betty Ashmore, leave my third finger left hand sparkle, to some lucky iunior. I, Frances Barbagallo, leave my happy-go-lucky times with Sue Johnson and Joanne Chandler in second period study hall to some poor unsuspecting iunior. I, Barbara Belanger, leave my office as Literary Editor to any iunior who is crazy enough to want it. We, Dona Belanger and Doris Michels, being in a hurry, iust leave! I, Donald Bell, leave my interest in aviation, to anyone who has enough ambition to want to be an aviator. I, Robert Benson, being of large body and shaky fingers, leave the playing of piano in chorus to any- one with brains to undertake it. I, Marilyn Bieling, leave my love for gym and my gym suit that I haven't worn for two years to some athletic iunior. I, Ed Bollenbacher, leave my happy experience of throwing water at the two girls in the yearbook assembly to no one in particular. I, Judy Brascho, leave the iob of head .l.V. cheer- leader to any cheerleader with a lot of patience. I, Dick Brown, leave the bullwhip, the handcuffs, and all the times somebody goofed, to any brave young iunior who will become senior class president. I, Don Bullard, leave my ability to pester teach- ers and get away with it to Pat Rumble. I, Jane Calpeter, leave my shy and quiet ways to Gaynel Jackson. I, Beverly Caples, leave some pretty good jokes and some iolly times to some innocent iunior. I, Ed Capozzi, leave my shortness to Bob Guz- man, and hope that he can put it to as good a use as I have. I, Ed Chevalier, leave my seat in the tenor section of chorus to Dick Blackburn. I, Sandra Castle, leave a pair of roller skates to Mr. Pinti to keep up with the kids in his third period upper corridor study hall. I, Shirley Chilton, leave my seat in Secretarial Practice to Barbara Wheatly. l, Dwight Churchill, leave my seat in first period English class to any poor iunior lucky enough to receive the same. I, Preston Clark, leave my excessive absenteeism to anyone who has the nerve to go into the nurse's office for temporary excuses. I, Florence Clobridge, leave my book of excuses, as if she needed them, to Bess Wylde. I, Roger Congdon, leave my chair in the upper corridor for fifth period study hall to Bob Zinsmeyer. I, Cliff Crader, leave my bowling ability in the school league to anyone who has a high enough average. I, Peggy Crook, leave my place in room B to Mary Jean McLuckie. I, Frances Demore, leave my position on the Honor Roll for four years to any iunior able to achieve high grades. I, Paula Dennis, leave the ability to take Business Math for two years and still not know what l'm doing to some poor unfortunate student. I, Bill Desimone, leave tremendous speed to Mr. Tucci. I, Don Detien, leave my chemistry book to any- body who takes chemistry with Mr. MacKenzie. I, Elaine Dimon, leave my ability to get along so well with Miss Tucker to anyone who wishes to possess it. I, Diane Dippold, leave my seat on bus number ten, to Joan Baius. I, Edythe Doner, leave my seat in Bookkeeping ll class to any iunior who has the nerve to take two years of it. I, Ralph Dudeck, leave to Mr. Pinti's chemistry lab a book of matches. I, Burton Eno, leave my track shoes to Walt Eifler. We, Gladys Entrott and Mariorie Kuhn leave our places in Business Law class to anyone silly enough to take it. I, Mary Falasco, leave my happy-go-lucky spirit to Andrea Hyde. I, Jack Fergerson, leave my seat in Miss Katzung's English class, if I pass, to Bill Waryan. I, Marilyn Fuller, leave my place as head Varsity Cheerleader, to any lucky cheerleader. l, Janet Gaffey, leave my freckles and my won- derful ability to bowl to Lynda Melvin. I, Anna Mae Galvin, leave my willingness to dress for gym to Rosemary Cimilluca. I, Harry Glass, leave my place at the trophy case every period to watch the girls go by to Terry Thi- bault. I, Linda Gordon, leave Mr. Leonard's study hall to Barb Garelick, if she can keep up with the good laughs. I, Mary Grevelding, leave my worry over college entrance exams to any iunior who wants to go to college. I, Bob Gross, leave my book on how to become a professional make-out artist to any iunior who has better luck getting away with it than l did. I, Frances Gurtowski, leave all my clothes to Chris Obergfell. I, Dorothy Haigh, leave my chair in room 203 to any iunior who is worthy of it. l, Dorothy Hensen, leave a box of vitamins to

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