Schoharie Central High School - Yo Sko Ha Ro Yearbook (Schoharie, NY)

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wr WE, the three originals, speaking for the entire class, declare that the past 12 years have been the best years of our lives. It all started out some what like a wonderful story book. If we remember correctly, it was warm and sunny. We had a swell time getting acquainted with each other. Out of some forty children, Thelma Pierce, Bernice Allen and Katherine Scutt are the only three remaining from that class. Once in a while there would be quarrels and someone's hair would get pulled or he would be kicked good and hard. They say it's all a part of growing up. In the first grade we added Cathy Roe, Herman Stolzenburg and Jimmy Van Derwerken to our rapidly growing group. That year we put on Little Black Sambo. Then we came to the Second Grade where we met Lauretta Barton. Bob Blenis, Kathleen Van Aller and Bernice Tallmadge came in the fourth grade. The years following were uneventful. Oh, yes, we had the usual amount of hair pulling and school- kid crushes. We had to learn our ABC's and the three R's, but we are still alive to prove that it didn't hurt us. The most important thing that happened was that we were blessed with Eddie Barbin and Marilyn Canton. . ' The fifth grade was divided into two sections. One was with Miss Ives and the other Miss Norris. Wanda Fancher joined us that year. Miss Norris gave Thelma the nick-name Pudgy and it stuck. That year most of us were in a Christmas Pageant and had to take the parts of candles, Christmas trees, and candy canes. It was very monotonous standing there, and we must admit that we were scared, but when the time came to sing, we managed to let out a small squeak. We managed to struggle into the sixth grade room where we met Lorraine Thomas, Marshall Gaige and Warren Tillapaugh. It was this year that we went on a picnic at LaSalle Park and invited Mrs. Frisbie, then Miss Newkirk, to go along. We were having a gay old time until Miss Nunweiler lost the heel from her shoe, but the boys came to the rescue and soon had it nailed on again. We knitted afghan squares for the Red Cross, and even the boys knitted. We were surprised to find out that some boys could lmit better than the girls. Seventh grade rolled around and we were in our glory. Betty Conover and Billy West were added. This was the first year that we passed between classes. We were still passing in our Freshman year when Mabel Woodbeck, Marilyn Cook, Richard Krall and Billy Best found us. This year we gave a play called Swept Clean Off Her Feet which starred Thelma, Warren, and Bill West. We also gave two short plays for science. These were made up by the class and presented for an assembl . The girls and boys in burlap bags were quite a contrast to the formal tea party of the next play. That was also the first year we had roller skating parties. Our Commencement dance was a success. The gym was appropriately decorated with the silhouettes of the Seniors. In our Sophomore year Mrs. Rickard left us and Miss Newkirk took over. We put on a play for the Play Festival with Berne Knox and Gilboa. The play From Trenton to Camden was presented without the aid of scenery. In our tenth year Bobby was our President and Warren, Vice-President. The Secretarial position was held by Lorraine, and Marilyn did the corresponding. Jimmy had a difficult time to keep the books balanced. J Our Sophomore Soiree was the dance of the year. It was a nightclub scene with waiters and cigarette girls. This was one dance that was a real money making success. That year Larry Prichard joined us. Our Junior year wasn't too eventful, with the exception of the arrival of Lenny Butler, Wilbur Lockrow and Betty Thompson. I think the hardest thing we had to do was to keep Lenny from falling asleep during classes. We had a Junior Prom with the crowning of Jimmy and Marilyn as Prince and Princess. The attendants were Betty Conover, Thelma Pierce, Warren Tillapaugh, and Herman Stolzenburg. The crown bearers were Joyce Teller and David Canton. We decorated the gym with green and white crepe paper and had a blue ceiling trimmed with silver stars. Here we are in our final year with only one addition, Bill Reisinger, to our merry group. This is the busiest year so far. We elected Marilyn Canton, President, Warren, Vice-President, Betty Thompson, Secretary, and Lorraine as Corresponding Secretary. The hardest job of Treasurer went to Bill West. The yearbook is now Hg problem. Jimmy is editor and he has his hands full trying to assemble the material. We must confess that Mr. Von Linden has his hands full with Warren. Even though the work is hard we are spurred on by the enthusiasm of our trip to Washington, with a stop-over at New York during Easter Vacation. 22 I

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PM MY husband decided to take his vacation during the winter this year, so we made plans to spend it in Florida. We contacted Katherine Radford, you remember her as Kay Scutt, and' her husband and arranged to travel with them in their trailer. It was a beautiful brisk day just after the first of the year when we started. We made very good time, but during the fifth day on the roadsomething went wrong with the car. We stopped at a near-by gas station to have repairs made and who did we see but Larry Pritchard. All he had were parts to old Hupmobiles on which he is quite an authority. However he was able to fix us up and start us on our way with good wishes. While talking to Larry, we found out that Bill Reisinger had another station down the road so we stopped for a brief chat. Bill informed us that he and Larry weren't speaking because of an argument over autos. That evening we stopped at the B Sz B Restaurant for supper. The food was excellent, and while'we were finishing, the proprietresses came over and spoke to us. They were our old inseparable school chums, Bernice Allen and Bernice Tallmadge. They had recognized us as we came in and had waited to talk to us. They told us that they had been running the restaura.nt for five years. After about an hour of old reminiscences we started on again. Not too long after, we pulled into Palm Springs. We had chosen the Holiday Inn as the place where we would stay. It was owned by James Elon Van Derwerken I and managed by Marilyn Canton. Our reservations were made some time in advance so that the desk clerk, Eddie Barbin, had us shown immedi- ately to our rooms. They were spacious and light and looked down on a courtyard and the private swimming poo . The next morning we were served breakfast in the dining room by a pleasant waitress whom we recognized at once as being Mabel Woodbeck. She said that she had been working there off and on for some time-it all seemed to depend on how many verbal combats she had with the head cook, Betty Conover. . We had planned a sight-seeing trip for that morning, but as we stepped outside, we stepped into the middle of a lively argument between two shop owners. We recognized them immediately and shook our heads in dismay. Lorraine could still give a good tongue-lashing when she wanted to. This time it was, as it often used to be, Warren with whom she was quarreling. It seemed that the display in Warren's haber- dashery was distracting attention from I.orra.ine's dress shop window. Neither would give in so the argument was still in progress as we left. We were then conducted to our sight-seeing car and proceeded merrily on our way. We soon had passed through the bustling city and its wonderful sights to the outlying districts. Citrus farms were in the majority there. We had passed many of them when I noticed a sign which said Gaige's Citrus Farm. On chance we stopped and inquired about the owner. To our pleasant surprise we found it to be our old friend Marshall Gaige. He told us that he had given up farming in the North because of the climate-too cold. We stayed there for lunch and by a chance remark, found that Lauretta Barton had a pedigreed dog ranch about five miles from Marshall's farm. After leaving Marsha.ll's, we went to the Barton ranch only to find that we had missed Lauretta by a few minutes. We promised to return before we left for home. It was late afternoon before we returned to the hotel. We decided on a swim before supper. When we got to the pool, we heard the guests applauding. There, up on the high board, Betty Thompson was about to do diving stunts. At the present time she was employed as private secretary to the owner, James Elon Van Derwerken I. We spent a pleasant hour getting acquainted with some of the guests. About 7:00 we were dressed for di.nner and proceeded to the dining room. The head waiter, Herman Stolzenburg, showed us to our tables and served us personally. In that way we were able to talk to him for a while. He recommended that we come down to the Blue Room later in the evening to hear the band, which was excellent. We had seen the posters showing the West Quintet and Vocalist. We said that we would and then began to thoroughly enjoy our dinner. Betty had certainly done us up royally. Later that evening, the four of us went to the Blue Room. Bill West's orchestra was now the number l band of the nation, and they were doing the I-Iit Parade from here on Saturday nights with their vocalist Thelma Pierce. Thelma and Bill had worked up some wonderful novelty numbers that you had to see to appreciate. Thelma was in her glory when doing one. I noticed that Lenny Butler was playing trumpet for Bill and helping with arrangements. 24 ..., ..,,, , ,, -.vw , ,. , v.-.,.,....., -,,, ...-WWWWUW-v.-