Schuylerville Central School - Schuyler Yearbook (Schuylerville, NY)

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'Pnofi ecy October 20, 1965 Atlantic City Dear Diary, Just returned from lecture given by the noted African missionary, Bob Hoeksema, my former class- mate who has just returned to the United States after eight years of missionary work in the deepest parts of Africa. Had dinner with him after lecture. Bob asked about all our old classmates so I gave him a brief summary of you my diary. Washington, D. C. —Toured the White House today and to my surprise Kate Hughes put her head out of one of the doors and said “hello. ” Kate is making plans for redecorating the White House. Since she has become an interior decorator, she has seen many places. Memphis, Tenn. ---As I looked in the telephone directory my eye stopped quick when I saw the name of Mildred Rugg. Wrote down her address and started to look for her. To my astonishment I found Mildred the head of a fashionable girl’s school. Miami, Fla. ---As I walked by one of the many play grounds here, I saw a woman carrying a little girl who had just broken her arm. Hailed a taxi and went to the hospital with them. Names and faces seemed quite familiar when the lady called the nurse, “Ethel” and the nurse answered back, “Yes, Anna.” These two were just who I thought them to be, Ethel and Anna Hopkins. Anna and Ethel have been doing splendid work here improving playgrounds and setting up nursery schools. New Orleans, La. ---The Mardi Gras is really something. A mixed chorus was exceptionally good. Well, after all Dolores Bena was the director of it! I always knew Dolores would put her music ability to use as well as her dimples. Galveston, Texas—I found Mary Beth Peck working in a large department store here. Julie Coffin is also one of the buyers for the same company. Hollywood, California—Dropped in at M. G. M. studio and found Vern Hills the head electrical engineer here. Vern has developed many different lights which have proved very valuable. Reno, Nev. —Ate lunch in a restaurant run by Esther Coffin and Gloria Theiverge. I saw Don Miner in the same place. Don owns a racing stable and is making money too. Denver, Colo.—Read “ad” in local paper, Boyce and Hammond, building constructors, “What you want, we build. ” Not far from it was another ad which read, “Have Gene do the wiring in that new house. Call Derby’s Shop. ” Went down to Jim Boyce’s and Dale Hammond’s office to see them. Gene Derby was already there. Jim said that their business was quite profitable. St. Louis, Mo. —The hostess on the plane today was Shirley Knowlton. Before we landed, she pointed out a large building and told me that it was a bakery where Joyce Trombley was employed. Chicago, 111. —The supervisor of the long distance operators here is Peg Cook. Had quite a conversation with her. She took me to see her boss and who should he be but George Ladds, the President of the Ameri can Tel. Tel. Had dinner with him. He tells me one of the most efficient secretaries here is Jean De- Marco. Detroit, Mich. —I was greeted in the office of the Ford Motor Co. by receptionist Beverly Durling. Bev told me she is a secretary there but was just acting as receptionist for the day. Cincinnati, O. ---There is a “Young’s Delicatessen” here. The proprietor is Anne Young. I just happened to be in town the same day Anne was, and she told me this is one of the many delicatessens which she owns in the United States. Philadelphia, Pa. —Presented my talk to a school just outside of Phila. today. Found that several of the faculty had graduated from S. C. S. in the Class of ’50. Joyce Peters is the school nurse, and Ann Cromie is the French teacher. Tom Reed was the truant officer here until he inherited a fortune and de- cided to retire. The shop instructor is Dick Moody. Old Orchard Beach, Me. —Nearly drowned today. When I recovered, almost passed out again when I saw Mary Lou Farnan, R. N., standing over me. Pat Kirkpatrick and she are nurses in the City Hospital. Boston, Mass. —Went down to the dock today to watch the ships. Met one of the officers who in turn in- troduced me to Captain Don Sails. Don’s navy career is almost over and he has enjoyed it immensely. New York, N. Y. —Ran into one of my old classmates, Rose Mullen, in the hotel lobby today. She showed me around her office and gave me a pleasant surprise when I met Dick Corsetti and Bob Hughes employed as C. P. A. in the hotel. Well, diary, that’s what I told Bob. As you can see the Class of 1950 has made themselves known. 20

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of the -J in the County of S CLSi otb- a , and State of ZjL aT t einjf of sound mind and memory, do make, publish and declare this my last 3$tll tib (LtfStHIHtfltt, in manner following that is to say: JfeBML I, DICK CORSETTI, do will and bequeath my place at the card table to Doug. O’Brien. I, ROSE MULLEN, do will and bequeath my long walk from Chestnut St., to S. C. S. to Tom Sirchia. I, DALE HAMMOND, do will and bequeath my speed to Cliff Chapman and Doug. Lee. I, JOYCE PETERS, do will and bequeath my basketball skill to be carried on by Kay Taylor. I, DICK MOODY, do will and bequeath my irritations to the study hall teachers to Brian Hunter. I, GENE DERBY, do will and bequeath to L. Dornan the long walk with the gang every night to Northumberland. I, ANNE DEGARMO, do will and bequeath my cheer leading to Louise Thomson. WE, ESTHER COFFIN, SHIRLEY KNOWLTON AND GLORIA THIVIERGE, bequeath our gum, candy and funny books to M. Seney, M. Nevins and R. Murtha. I, DONALD MINER, do will and bequeath my pencil and drawing board to Charles Piatner. WE, PEGGY COOK, and PAT KIRKPATRICK, bequeath our boy friends to B. J. Millet, E. Mezera and Gerry Brennan. I, BOB HUGHES, do will and bequeath my likeness for school to any junior who may also have the same likeness. I, CATHERINE HUGHES, do will and bequeath my long time friendship with George C. to Marie Carter and Dick. I, VERN HILLS, do will and bequeath my brains and my desk in science classes to George Hewitt. WE, ANN CROMIE and JEAN DEMARCO, bequeath our class spirit to Doris Serbu and Barbara Walsh. I, GEORGE LADDS, do will and bequeath my artistic playing to John Richards. I, JULIE COFFIN, bequeath the books in the library to be kept straight by Ruth Ketchum. I, BOB HOEKSEMA, do will and bequeath my echoing bellows at dismissal to Ed. Lenz. I, JIM BOYCE, bequeath my carpentry ability to Don. Coons. I, ANNE YOUNG, do will and bequeath my money bags and my financial problems as class treas., to any junior who wants them. I, ROSE MULLEN, bequeath to M. Grant, C. Sullivan and C. Doran my reserved booth at the diner in Northumberland. WE, BOB HUGHES, GEORGE LADDS and DICK CORSETTI, do will and bequeath our companion- ship to B. Nevins and Buzz Tynan. I, MARY BETH PECK, bequeath my desk, last in third row, room 17 to my sister Rhoda May. I, DON SALLS, do will and bequeath my infatuations to L. Irish. I, ANN CROMIE, bequeath my songs to be played and sung by Theresa Aresnault. I, DOLORES BENA, do will and bequeath my friendship to H. Martis. WE, NANCY REED and BEVERLY DURLING, bequeath our ability to come to school at least one day a week to Bill Burton. I, GEORGE LADDS, bequeath my shots on the basketball court to M. Lindahl. WE, ETHEL HOPKINS and P. KIRKPATRICK, bequeath our quietness in homeroom to H. Muivi- hill. May she be just as quiet! I, MILDRED RUGG, bequeath my acting ability to J. Foy and the ride home on the bus. I, MARY LOU FARNAN, do will and bequeath my good nature and witty remarks to Ruth Hughes and Betty Merchant. I, JOYCE TROMBLEY, bequeath my writing paper and stamps to Ann Pharmer who will undoubted- ly carry on. I, DALE HAMMOND, bequeath my silence between bells to J. Alien and J. Millis. Perhaps a little silence could be willed to Wilfred Austin also! !! I, DICK CORSETTI, bequeath my shortness to G. Bean who could be brought down a couple of inches. Jht (iCtitUfftS (lOlllfVCOt I have hereunto subscribed my name the day of in the year Nineteen Hundred and 19

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'Wiafruf, £ ET us take a walk back through the years—oh, let's say back to 1946 and watch the anxious freshman class, with all the excitement of their first year in high school, enter the study hall which is to be their homeroom. It is a large class of forty-seven under the supervision of Mrs. Mauzey. Our high light of the year was the presentation of a comedy play which made a great hit with the assembly audience. The play was entitled, “The Little Red School House. ” As we entered our sophomore year, we counted thirty-seven pupils, being divided into two new homerooms--Miss Romp being in room 20 and Mr. McCauley in room 19. Now we were be- coming money conscious and together with the freshmen we sponsored an “Autumn Frolic,'' the first dance of the year which was a decided success. Our program for the rest of the year in- cluded a raffle and a few food sales. Our final event was the “Leap Year Leap, 99 a dance tradi- tionally called “The Sophomore Hop. ” At last we were juniors, twenty-seven in all with Miss Gage and Mrs. Ikenberry in charge of us in room 20. The first thing that entered our minds was the ordering of our junior rings, the pride and joy of all juniors. Then came many long meetings, discussing the activities of the year through which we had to make ail the money possible. The Junior Prom meant many hours of hard work and the cooperation of every junior, but in the end, we were repaid with enjoyment and satisfaction. Now in September 1949 led by these same advisors, thirty pupils reached their destination-- room 17--the room which signified that they were full fledged seniors! A meeting was held the first week of school where the topics of our Washington Trip and money-raising campaigns were discussed. We started by electing our officers who were: President, Robert Hoeksema; Vice President, Mary Lou Farnan; Secretary, Jean De Marco and Treasurer, Anne Young. Money, money, money seemed to be our motto. Christmas cards, magazine subscriptions, raffles, food sales, dances, concessions and suppers all seemed to be stepping stones. In December we scheduled our play, “Here Comes Charlie coached by Miss E. Myers. Now we were ready to make our dreams come true on a trip that we would never forget. Thanks to our principal, Mr. Ryan. I know this trip will always hold first place in our memories. Now before we hardly have time to collect ourselves, it is all over. Yes, these four whole years which we saw very dimly then, which we thought would be so long, are gone. We are very grateful to Principal Ryan, to all the teachers we have had in those years who have been so pa- tient and understanding in their guidance. The memories of them and of our classmates will drift back reminding us of our good old high school days in our own Schuylerville Central School. Now farewell. 21