Norwich High School - Archive Yearbook (Norwich, NY)

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RICHARD FRANCES YACANO ROSE ZAIA WILLOUGHBY ERAN-- She walks in RO- RO- Agility of DICK- There's some- beauty like the night, mind as well as body. thing in the wind. . . Lustrous dark hair , . On the quiet side . . happiest at 3:30 ..one of the prettiest A , our star reporter . . Einstein's coepart- . . watches the mails . . proceeds efficiently ner , . skyscraping . . fascinating eyes, and quietly . . nice! tallness . . races cars around . . life in his eyes. PARKER WARD and PETER WARD The Senior class lost a set of twins and two of its most outstanding members when the Ward boys, Peter and Parker, moved to Michigan with their family. Many of us have known the boys a lang time and we were all sorry they had to leave in the middle of their Senior year. Our loss is Michigan's gain.

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l CATHERI NE STAEBLE CATHY- l've got the sun in the morning and the moon at night. . Rosy cheeks and a twinkle in her merry eyes . . love to hear her talk. DI RCK STAGER Getting the mast out of life. . , Tape recording disc jockey . . sky high happiness . . friends galore . . the professor . . Ain't nobody here but us chickens. ROBERT STEWARD BOB- lt may be said of him that Cupid hath clapped him o' the shoulder. . , Ott-seen dimples . . co-captain at Tornado . , cute grin. HELEN SUTTON CYD- Whate'er she did was done with ease. . . Enviable honey blonde hair . , record lover . . sweaters with pearls , . poise. ELEANOR LOUISE SWALES LOU- Great thoughts come from the heart. . , A true friend . . efficient statistician . . obedient page boy . . l-li-Tribune editor . . hither, thither in a dither. COLETTE SWENSON SWENS- Such jay a m bi tio ri finds. , . Sweet, attractive kind of grace . . sunny smile . , slow drawl . , clever with decorations . . blond charm. MATI LDA SWERTFAGER TILLIE- Charms strike the sight, merit wins the soul. . . Love of knitting . . rosy prettiness . . the mail must go through . . refresh- ing charm. ANITA TOMSIC MARTHA CAROL VICTOR NITA And heaven's VESELONOVICH ln each ch ROBERT WEHRLI BOB- A farmer is - eek ap- soft azure in her eyes MARTY- A he a rt' pears a pretty dimplef' always going to be was seen. . . Dark good and true ..Ac- . . Master of the rich next year. , . wavy locks . , pen, tive and able . . bas- ivaries . . infectious Generous good nature pencil, and paint . . ketball bug . , keep- enthusiasm . , attrac- . , millionaire farmer sympathetic . . oh . . cr of the study hall . . tive dresser , . intel- . , tlirtatious type . . tor those week ends! likes Social Studies de- lectual scatterbrain. bates . . smiles come easily. president of F. F. A. . . hard worker.

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