Oneonta High School - Oneonta Yearbook (Oneonta, NY)

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THE PURPOSE FOR WHICH WE CAME

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LOOK, I CAN DRIVE! Seated at the Wheel is ,loe l,unn, while Miss Menetta Llewellyn, driving training teacher, shows Bill Roman, Anthony Amarose and Cordon Burrows how itis done. BEAUTIFUL ART! Mary Lou Stevens, Mrs. Catharine Beecher, art teacher, Betty Schrnll, Mario Sabatini, ' and ,lean Clarke admire the Christmas 3 display created by all the members of rt department. A1 . f' ov-Svnn-f'u.2..r l , 1,4-:cf-W4 'f .Z-gc -' 1 M O R E WORK FOR SOMEBODY! Mimeographa ing programs are Mr. William Brophy, Miss Mary Ferguson and Miss Rita Brizv-l, com' me-rvial if-at-lu-rs. .- .wk 'K 1.-ei, ' SO THAT'S HOW IT GOES! Experimenting with mathematical puz- zles are: Mr. George Kershaw, math- ematics teacher, Betty Rowe, Joseph King and Miss Frances Johnson, math- ematics teacher. WHERE DO WE CO FROM HERE? Globe gazing are Mr. Harold Hunt, Mr. George Waddington, and Mrs. Helen Brink, history teachers. 4. - , I

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THE SENIORS INSTALL A FULL SLATE. Mr. Belden congratulates President Ed Whitmarsh. At Mr. Belden's left is Vice-President Norm Stewart. To Ed's left are Secretary Bob Hall and Treasurer Phil Johnson. THE SENIOR CLASS of 1 Somewhat rusty after its summer's respite, a bell heralded the beginning of a new era. Wide swung the doors like welcoming arms, beckoning over their portals the possessors of the legion of eager feet, waiting in wonder and anticipation. Rapidly the corridors, once more seething with activity, came alive. Midst this clamor, the class of 1949 sent down its roots. Pecuniarily-minded that we were, our first en- terprise was a magazine sale campaign. When spending money would begin to evidence depletion, the class financiers, putting their heads together, could always conceive a brilliant scheme and For- tune would smile on most of our pocket-lining endeavors-specifically, the sophomore dance, the Junior Prom, and the Christmas card sale. After a half year of sophomore deliberation on the weighty perplexity of selecting a class adviser, we cast our ballots almost in unanimity for Uncle George Kershaw, who will always command warm spots in all our hearts. 949 As is true of all years, the apex of enthusiasm was evidenced at athletic contests. Marty Patton's gridiron boys took their tomahawks and war paint out of moth balls for a massacre of our Coopers- town rivals. The final chant was 52-0. As we approached the finale of our high school careers, we were seemingly lost in the montage of climactic cap and gown activities-senior ball and picnic, baccalaureate and commencement. Scant were the opportunities to reflect upon the things we were leaving-the familiar associationsg the many faithful teachers endeared to us, the innumer- able friends with whom we had worked and played, laughed and cried. As fond memories, they will serve us in the future. Though comparatively short has been our so- journ in OHS, we have grown to love and revere her. We are proud to call her, Alma Mater. Cherish we the hope that we, the class of 1949, will make her forever proud to call us her children