Troy High School - Dardanian Yearbook (Troy, NY)

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Today, these youths struggle for their liberation, and in the heat of cramming for exams, copying overdue experiments, and explaining to Mr. Enfanto the niceties of term paper writ- ing, they have drawn up this, their last will and testament, that their brilliant and hard-won privileges will not be forgotten. Section I, Articlel Special Bequests To the most honorable Guardians of the Last Word, we, the graduating terrors Qlocal '57J do bequeath the following: I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII To Mr. North, the proud papa of several rhapsodies in blue, we leave best wishes for a miracle in pink. To Mr. Enfanto, we leave a pair of tickets for that ex- citing United Nations tour by way of Niagara Falls. And do remember the class of '57 on your anniversaries. To the Guidance Department, we give 231 loud and of- ficial thank you's for helping us squeeze through these crucial years' with a, minimum of sweat. To the Physical Education Department, we bequeath with a vengeance, a monsterous ice pick to maintain navigation in the pool at all times, and a 99-year supply of heavy-duty chlorine so that our posterity need never fear being half safe. To our nurse-in-need, Miss Sheehan, we leave our unused purple and gold Howdy Doody band-aids. To our class advisors, Miss Lewis and Mr. Hennessey, we leave simply the class gift, a beautiful token to re- mind you of the countless dreary nights we spent selling irresistable greeting cards and fascinating magazines in order to pay for it. Finally, we thank you all for: 1. Discontinuing detention. 2. The snowy days we didn't have to come to school. 3. Eight-period days and free assemblies. 4. ' The propaganda so well thrown, we didn't care that none of it was true. It's been fun, keep up the delightful confusion!

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day nearly 4000 years ago in Asia Minor. What 'kind of a day was it? - A day like all others filled with history- making events, but 'Where Were You? Announcer: Kennel Krispies and Carey's Little Innard Pills have presented Where Were You's'i version of the Trojan War. Next week we will be present at another historic event, the Graduation Exercises of the Class of 1957, Troy High School. On tonight's show John Kriworutchko, Thomas Lloyd, and Halla Teal created the scenery, video was by William Giz- zarag audio by Lee Muratig special effects by Carl Weeks and Brian Sullivan, choreography by Vincent Powers and Heather Melvilleg orchestra by Thomas Mancinog lighting by Arthur Marchandg wardrobe by Valerie Leach and Diane Gaileyg script by Andrew Keenan. Be with us next week when we present our second and last program of this dramatic series, Where Were You? CLASS WILL Introduction Ladies and gentlemen, students and faculty, most worthy audience, may we set you a scene: The time is a time of strife, the place of seige is ancient Troy tand we do mean ancientj. Amid the din of battle, whom do we find thundering up and down the ramparts, scribbling madly on her papyrus? Why, it's Helen of Troy. Now, all this is hear- say and romanticism. We bring you now the truth behind the legend, the facts. It seems that four long years ago, the Troy Board of Educa- tion captured 231 innocent young souls. These poor students were dragged from their sandboxes, baseball fields, pool tables, and school books to that ominous bulwark on Burdett Avenue. Here, they were regimented, brain-washed, and brow-beaten.

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Section I, Article II To our faculty, the scribes, prophets and task masters of our past four years, we bequeath the following as we tumble into the cruel world you have so long warned us about. I. II. III IV. V. VI VI I. For Miss Buckley, to ease her conscience, a phonograph in Shakespeariafonic sound and built-in allegory in an easy-to-hide model from her 32 little sour grapes. To Mr. Picken, we bequeath a man-sized back scratcher so that he won't rub away the paint on the door-sill in room 256. To Miss Cavanaugh, we leave our unique and amusing French translations, the best of which were written un- der the desks. To Miss Mclnerney, we leave a cheery, original, and punctual Challenger staff to replace the chaos inflicted by the black sheep of all Classmates columnists. To Miss McTavey, we wish for her Carribean cruise, moonlit nights, tropic islands, soft music, and a pair of deck chairs, if you know what we mean. To Miss Markey, we leave gallons of agar agar in which to drown the next character who tries to twirl her ob- jectives. To Miss Fitzpatrick, pilot of her beloved old green hor- net, we bequeath a new jalopy in thanks for her grace, patience, and gentle class-room manner. Since we are leaving now, we'll let you know that you have all been swell, with a few exceptions, of course, and you're getting smarter every year. To the Class of '58, our most grudging and amusing hand- servants, we leave the following guidance, apparatus and memo- ries: I. II. Section Il General Bequests I, Diona Malkonian, bequeath my sparkling, bubbling, effervescant personality to Sally Waite, provided she can swallow all that. I, Betsy Fell, bequeath to Virginia Menz, my lunch-time baby food, and the plaque Gerber's sent me for best customer of '57: Babies are our Business, our only Business.