Stamford Central School - Voice Yearbook (Stamford, NY)

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CLASS A will is read midst lamentations Of people, schools and all the nations. So we, with one more night to lire. Our priceless earthly goods do give. Devise, bequeath and dedicate, (Our whole and our complete estate,) To members of the Junior Class And others mentioned as we pass: WILL To the man who shared our hopes and fears, Hr. Waterman, our thanks and cheers. Por teachers1 patience with our pranks We leave our gratitude and thanks. We leave our seats to the Junior Class) There's one for every fellow and lass. Ruth Beach Of algebra - the ache and pain To Robert Smith's poor addled brain. Sylvia Benson She leaves her ways so very quiet To Nancy Oildersleeve who ought to try it. Bd Bettlol To Richard Silvemail bis stride does yield To get to Western Harperafleld. Evelyn Bettlol To Joyce Barkley, blonde and light Her curly hair as dark as night. Ream Buel His almost unbelievable speed To Buddy Wickham in case of need. Jim Busby Ris rippling muscles in Knots and curls To Charlie Parys to scare the girls. Joan Churchill To Rita Aroca, then Joan's leve of older men. Danny Coons ms modest shyness with woman and girl To Jerome Parys to give a whirl. Dot Darby To gentle little Doris Kerr, Dot's love of Spanish goes to her. Art Dorn ms rapt attention in history To Vince Ruggiero with holy glee. Pauline Doroski She gives the boys at Good Tear Lake To Betty Shaw to leave or take. Jack gklund m every restroom an ash iray in case Carl Sherman goes that way. Jean Hall Her deft control and driving ease To Joan Orant, and all the trees 4 Fred Harper To Doimy Dean so full or dash He leaves his scarcely seen mustache. Pete Hooks To Harold Jump from Peter Hooks ms ability to sleep on his books. Jim Ingles ms life in idle leisure he lives So to Johnny Bentz his idle time he gives. Bucky Jones He leaves his fights with Hr. Batson To anyone who's never had some. Carole Langdon She leaves her scuffing reet so flat To T.B. Tospkins, that is, Pat. Jean Lanlaan Her hair as curly as a piglet's tail, To Junior girls if cold waves fail. Fred Iyon Of sleeping in class he's very fond. He leaves it all to Tim Oermond. Ken Mitchell Kenny Hitchell »e deep bass voice To someone of Hr. Batson's choice. Ed Morrison ms manly torso,“lady's craze, To shy, retiring Teddy Mase. Muriel Newman Hyrt's love of going steady To her sister, Mary, who's done well already. Joyce Odell To Pauly Kelsey her writing so neat. ms looks as if he wrote with hie feet. Edith Piergiorgi Her pretty clothes and fineries To freshman girls in dungeries. Martin Scherry At bench warming he e the best. To Bobby Utter who needs the rest. Ken Smith Now Richie Beers will ten Smith thank For Kenny's height se tall and lank. Bob Snyder At playing hooky he's the best. He leaves it to Dey Demareat. Paul Weinstein To Celia Mattice his voice so low 'Cause Celia's is so loud you know. Barb Rushmore To the Apaches who love much war Goes Teddy Mase from Barb Rushmore. We, all thirty, boy and lass, the class of Fifty, as we pass To business, farm, to home or college, so full of academic knowledge. Reserve the ultimate bequest, of all the others, far the best - - Unto ourselves. And so we give unto each other, while we live. Our heartfelt thanks for friendship's hand, for long association grand; And last of all, the final gift, as life approaches strong and swift. From each to each, the other's hope that in each varied horoscope Will be the Sun and Moon and Fire of every secret heart's desire. 21

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PROPH ECY Stamford, Hew fork February 3, I960 Dear Ken, It's too bad you couldn't cone to the claae reunion here at old S. C. S. laat night, but I suppose the Marines cose first with you. It seems impossible that ten years haws passed since we were back in room 206. Everyone in the old class of '50 was here. Evelyn Bettiol whipped up the best dinner for us. Did you know that she is one of the dietitians at Tale University now? After supper Bucky Jones and his band gave us some music. He cancelled his engagement at the Stork Club just to be at the reunion. Ken Mitchell and Barbara Rushmore drove up together from New York. They both work at Lord and Taylor's you know, Ken as a buyer, and Barbara as a commercial artist, and from what I hear they really are doing all right. Speaking of New York, Jim Busby is really going to town with hie boxing career. I can't oount the number of times he's appeared in Madison Square Garden. Danny Coons and his secretary, Pauline Dorosky and ballet star Edith Piergiorgi, flew in from Hollywood. Danny is a great actor now and Edith is touring the country with her water ballet show and she designs her own costumes too. From the looks of the clothes she was wearing today, she really is good at it. We could hardly get Bob Snyder and Fred Lyon out of the corner where they were having a bull session with Extension Agent Fred Harper. Jack Bklund and Pete Hooks Joined them when they arrived. I never could understand why they named their farm Sleepy Acres. I hadn't seen Jim Ingles or his secretary, Carol Langdon, in nearly four years. You know, Jim is Vice President of the Pacific Inter-mountain Express. From truck driver to Vice President in Just ten years is some record. Jean Lanigan and Joyce Odell were busy comparing notes on their problem children. Now don't get any ideas, they are both child specialists. The last I saw of Paul Weinstein, pharmacist, he was trying to get Ed Bettiol, a Certified Public Accountant, to help him with his income tax report. Poor Ed! Martin Scherry got a shock trying to fix the radio and made nurse Ruth Beach hold his hand. Such excuses! Imagine a radio and television technician getting a shock! Ed Morrison popped in Just as we sat down to dinner. He's a big man now, head of a research lab. Muriel Newman, obstetrician, and Dot Darby were there too. I hear those two have been sticking pretty close together since Dot chose between her career and her man. You remember Sylvia Benson, don't you? She's a noted doctor now. She and her reoeptionist, Jean Hall, arrived with Keara Buel. I didn't see much of Ream, however. He was too busy passing out Herald Tribunes in which his cartoons appear. We were all ready to leave when the last member of the class appeared It was none other than Artie Dorn and his midget auto. Finally, in the wee hours of the morning we said good night to our host Mr. Adair and everyone headed for home. It was a wonderful reunion. I hope all of my classmates are as happy in their careers as I am in mine. Well, it's time to put the kids and the chickens to bed so I'll be saying So long.