Town of Webb High School - Hadarondah Yearbook (Old Forge, NY)

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by Margaret Deis Boy, was I nervous. Tonight I was going to be on tele- vision. I was chosen to be a contestant on a quiz Show. I really didn't know anything about the show, but since I WHS in New York, I wanted a chance to win some money. The last time I was in New York, I remembered, was on our sen- ior trip in 1953, ten years ago. The show went on at 8200 but I arrived at the theater. at 7:30, to be sure to get there in time. I had a long 'talk with the door man and he told me all about the show. He informed me that the master of ceremonies was J ohh Pinto. What a coincidence I thought. There used to be a guy with that name in our high school class. Little did I know then that it was my high school C1aSSmate. I didn't win much money, but after the show John took me to his home to meet his wife and kids. He was the fath- er of twins, no less. But then it seemed logical because his show was called Double or Nothing. I inquired as to the whereabouts of some of my class mates He said the only one he knew who was in New York was Janet Scott. She was trying to launch a singing career. I-Ie gave me her address and I took a taxi over to a small theatrical rooming house. Janet was home and she told me she was trying to break into T.V. She said She already had done a few benefit shows for veterans, and now she was working on a show of her own. I asked her if she had heard or seen any. of the members of our high school class. Pat Wilcox and Mary Lee Armstrong were running a Nursery School in Old Forge. Janet Said she was hoping they would come to New York and the three of them could form a trio. I asked her if they were going to have a band or orchestra accompany them on their tentative show. It seemed that Janice Lindsay had a- greed to play the piano for them. Gee, I thought, most of Old Forge is going into some form of entertainment. Janice is happily married to Plug Pulling and they are well on their way of raising a football team with 3 little boys. She asked me if I heard from any of the kids and I told her that Claudia Ganey was on the road to success. After her training at Strong Memorial she had enlisted in the nurse corps of the navy. Recently she had been voted by male population- The girl I would most like to lost in 8 life raft with. Wanda Van Kirk is a prominent private secretary to Elilebeih Taylor and Janet told me she was often seen with Liz when she went on tour. I remembered Bob Harris and Kay Delmarsh were managing a lumber camp somewhere in the vicinity of the Catskills. Bob and Kay were married and Bob's high school ambition had been lumbering. The two of them had started a successful marriage as well as their multi-million invest- ment in lumbering. Janet told me some amazing news about Joe Critelli and Pete Kalil. Joe had become a top shoe designer, set up a huge store here in New York and Pete, due to his capacity as a selling conversationalist, was manager of the selling de- partment of J oe's store. I asked Janet what become of her Inlet pal Larry Mc- Neil. She told me that he was a famous architect and had recently collaborated with the nationally known designer Charles Gillette to Plan a new U. N. building. Charlie had great Plans for outer-space constructions and Larry was busy making blue prints for future space buildings. What ever happened to Harry Smith I wondered? Janet said she had almost forgotten. It seems he is a big corpora- tion lawyer and had recently won .ln important case that won him national acclaim. Janet decided to fix us a sandwich and while she was out in the kitchen I picked up the New York Times. I turn- ed to the sports page tit was close to the comicsl. I was lust about to read the thrilling adventures of Dick Tracy, when I saw a huge headline splashed all over the sports page. Well, what do you know? Bob Bird had set an almost un- believable record time at the National Track Meet. I wished Bob luck, but I was sure he wouldn't need it. Janet came back and as I sat there gnawing on my sandwich, I thotiglzltaof the two letters I had received this morning from Htl a Buckley and Shirley Reese. Both of them had finished nursing training and were working in a big hospital. They had married very prominent doctors. Janet remarked that the only classmate we had.n't heard from was Lenore Marvin. Let's see-oh yes, she and her hus- band had bought Sponables grocery store and they were doing a profitable business. They had two kids, a little girl, named Judy and a little boy named Ray. They were really following in SDonab1e's foot steDS- I began to say something more to Janet and I discover- ed she had fallen asleep. Not a bad idea I thought as I curl- up on the floor pulling the rug around me and slowly drift- ing into dreamland. My dream? I dreamt about all the kids we talked about and they were all just as happy as they could be. ' 63444 We by Claudia N. Ganey It was a big day for the Class of '53 as we began our first day in High School. At last we were Freshmen and at that time we all figured we were big wheels. To our dismay the upper classmen didn't think so. Alas we were looked upon as another bunch of children. The seniors wondered what their school was coming to. After Freshman week we began to rebel against Senior superiority and declared a war which lasted for weeks. Pencil sharpeners, books and anything else which wasn't bolted down securely turned up missingg the Seniors were surprised at the least but they soon put us in our place and we settled down to making money, noise and occasionally studying. We may have lost the battle but we certainly gained a reputation as a class. Perhaps you have heard of our English rowing team and our Scotch tape theory of keeping desk tops down. Our Sophomore year was similar for the majority of us. The office was our homeroom and we were threatened, pleaded with, and finally ordered to get busy and do some- thing constructive. Scliool, we were informed was to pre- pare us for outside world, they weren't going to prepare the outside world for us. Health was our favorite subject, especially first aid. Many were the poor victims who spent second period up- side down on the carrying board in the lower halls, 'till we discovered some peculiar function of the blood was against it. I guess I've made it sound like our first two years were wasted: they really weren't-many of the boys did very well in basketball and the girls were swell cheerleaders. As we entered our Junior year we encountered Mrs. Watson and the problem of raising money. We were almost broke. It had been fun but we still wanted to go to New Xork so we buckled down and hit our goal for that year. We also worked hard to bring our marks up. It had a shocking effect on everyone, but it began paying off. We got along better with the teachers and our parents. I guess it was the thought of graduating in a year that did it but we all reformed a little that year. This last year has been our best and our saddest. Being Seniors has been fun. It's an unexplainable feeling but a good one. We're still all full of the devil and a little noisy at times but we've been told we're supposed to get an ex- ample and we sure try-but what an examplel We have raised enough money for New York and we have our Senior Banquet to look forward to and then Graduation. We'll probably be remembered as the Bake Sale Class .'tOne a month was our motto. It was the only thing we cou1dn't possibly lose money on. It's going to seem funny out on our own but we'll al- ways remember our years in high school and our friends, and hope you will remember us, too. We really arerft as bad as I've made it sound buttit is said, People only re- member the bad things you do, and to tell the truth that's all I could remember as I wrote this.

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