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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As the Fall of 1950 arrived, we found ourselves at the doorstep of our high school career. Armed with piles of books and our new elevator-tickets, we prepared to ioin the long awaited ranks of the high school crowd. Filled with visions of graduating from the new high school-to-be, we and our new found friends put our best foot forward to impress the mighty seniors. As sophomores, we left our freshmen timidity to take on the traditional sophomore-know-it-all air. In September of 52 the down of our iunior year broke upon us. The first thing that we did in our iunior year was to elect officers. We decided on a very capable four: President, Jerry Loughlin, Vice- President, Pete Tortorello, Secretary, Renwick Va- rone, Treasurer, Frances Demore. Our loyal class advisors, Mr. MacKenzie and Mr. Goessling, are the two people to whom we owe so much of our success during our iunior and senior years. Highlighting our iunior year were the ever present pie sales, dances-and our new contribution to the upperclassmen's money making schemes, the Christ- mas Tree Sale. On the social side, we took part in our first Junior-Senior Christmas Party. Climaxing our iunior year was the Star Light lnterlude, our Junior Prom. Marilyn Fuller and Dick Brown reigned as Queen and King. Seniors at last ! ! ! We had finally reached the pinnacle of our high school years. To lead us through our last year as North Syracuse Northmen we chose the following officers: President, Dick fi In Weil Always Forward - The Class History Brown, Vice-President, Renwick Varonep Secretary, Barb Williams, Treasurer, Mary Falasco. With high hopes and an abundant supply of en- thusiasm we tackled our first proiect of the year-a successful senior dance. From then it was - rush, rush, rush-paper drives, more dances, bake sales, and magazine sales, this the biggest money-making proiect of the year. Next we turned our talents to the Yearbook Assembly-The Follies of 54. Later we had the traditional senior activities-the supper, the play, and the assembly. As a fitting farewell to our senior year we held our Senior Ball in a splendor unsurpassed by past classes. Although we have been unable to achieve our freshman dream of graduation from the new high school, we leave now with the assurance that the fulfillment of our dream will be attained by some future class. Now that our days in North Syracuse are finished, we look back with gratitude to Mr. MacKenzie and Mr. Goessling, our advisors. lt was they who lead us through the trying times and who never complained as they gave up precious spare time in their busy lives to help us as a class. As our class marches Always Forward through life, we hope to repay them in some way, if only in satisfaction with what we have done with our lives, we of the class of u54.ll Respectfully submitted, Gerry Kavanaugh Mary Ellen Kissel Class Historians l has as . A . +4 4