Warrensburg High School - Hackensack Yearbook (Warrensburg, NY)

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Class Prophecy Paris, France June 31, 1!)59 Dear Miss Whitney: Even though we’re in Paris, across the Atlantic, we r ad in the Paris Tribune that you have just arrived hack in I lie United States from Argentina where you have been teaching math at the University, tl must have been piite different from teaching back at Warrensburg High, wasn’t it? The other day, I happened to go into one of (lie fashion shops here, and whom should I meet hut Pat Cunningham! She was overjoyed to see me and asked me what I was doing here. Well, I simply told her about my hairstyling shop down the street. Of course, she was anxious to know all about home I've been here only three months), so we started reminiscing about our Senior class of ’49. The first one we thought of was Paul Meatier. Just be ore I left. I saw him and lie was on Its way to Lima, Peru, to open a pharmacy. From all reports, we hear lie is doing well! Do you remember how Frwin Ireland was always elected to make the Senior Tickets? Now, tic is back at W. C. S. as shop teacher still making tiiose tickets! We wonder if it doesn’t get monotonous at times. Pat tells me she got a letter from Alberta Holt. She said Alberta married a doctor, but that they aren't getting along too well. He tried to feed tier arsenic, hut failed. Alberta also told her that Helen Monlena married Manfred Nicolas, and now they run that so very popular nightclub — North- woods Inn — over in Athol. Located at Thurman Bridge is John Brown who now lias his own band! From our local paper, the Post-Star, we see lie’s doing okay!! l.orraine Toney, our former president, is a sponsor — of a one-day- a-week-school hill. We knew Lorraine didn’t like school, hut we didn’t think she’d actually go as far as that! Our paper is full of Farrar’s Institute of Physics. That of course, belongs to our former vice-president Paul Farrar, lie's certainly doing wonders! lie has as his secretary, Jean Brooks. Remember how she was always writ- ing, and transcribing shorthand, filing, typing—in her free periods! Hugh Combs now owns and operates Camp Niewah’s Girls’ camp. You know, that camp located on the Schroon River in Warrensburg! lie worked there so long that lie finally decided to buy it! Remember our youngest member — Wayne Ross? He studied French for such a long time and worked so hard at his assignments that he finally ended up in the Witchataw Insane Institute, teaching French to ttie inmates. Muriel Reynolds is now married and lives in Massachusetts. Her hus- band is Ernie Varnum, also a Warrensburg Alumnus. While in New York, Pat ran into Boh Merrithew. He runs the garage at the Waldorf. I always knew he’d get away from the Burg. Our red-headed, Don Brown, is manager of the Grand Union grocery store. Seems like the grocery business sort-of stuck to him! Shirley Smith got possession id’ her father’s old jalopy, and stie and Joyce Stone started out to tour ttie states. II wasn’t long before they were home — bag and baggage! -----On Hie Bus! Earl Young was so wound up about his guns that he started arsenal for rifle club supplies. Two days ago, while we were at lunch, we were astonished to see Charlie Brown. He had started for Siberia, but liked Paris better. I guess the French girls had a lot to do with that!

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Class History It was September in the year of our Lord one thousand, nine hun- dred and thirty-six that we began a career of educat.on under the care- ful guidance o: Miss Evelyn Brown. Merry play soon changed to hard work as we progressed through the years of grammar school. At last we reached seventh grade and the trials and tribulations of high school. This was a great year because we moved to our new and shiny school building. Our first opportunity to participate in all kinds of sports came this year, and we went out whole-heartedly but not skill- fully. At the end of our seventh year, we were faced with an obstacle which followed us through our high school life — Regents. In our eighth grade, paper wads ceased flying, and dating began. Boys were no longer monstrosities and girls were no longer cry babies. We were ushered into our Freshman year by the usual initiation party given by the Sophomores. June came and found us wearing wine-colored caps and gowns but wishing they were blue ones. Our Sophomore year was one of envy for the Juniors and Seniors who were working and planning for their Senior trip. Ambitious salesmen made up our Junior Class; selling tickets for this and advertisements for that, anything to earn money for the yearbook which come out just in time. Oh, we mustn't forget our class rings which we flashed at the lower classmen. We entered our last year feeling sad for the members we had lost. Among these were June Wilsey, Billy Frye, and our athletic president, Les Aiken. The money problem was a little more serious when we found how difficult it was to obtain. Our goal had been reached, we had com- pleted our trip, and graduation was drawing near. It was on the final day that we found that we were really not so happy to be leaving school as we had always thought we would be. lone Wood Ursula Baker

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Ione Wood went to Albany State and is now teaching at Colgate University. She says she has more men than she knows what to do with! Jean Smith is out in Nevada, 3 miles from Reno. She liked Sun Canyon so much she now owns a two thousand acre ranch. George Pratt seemed to like the grocery business too, so he took over his father's store. Pat wonders why groceries are so attractive? Norma Keith got so attached to the Navy, that now she is working at Great Lakes Naval Training Center. Oh well, she and lone have all Ihe luck! Shirley Reynolds is cook for Ihe Western Union road unit. That was a case of true-love, pole to pole! Remember the day the school individual pictures were taken? Jack Reardon liked posing so much that now lie’s listed as Hollywood’s No. 1 Glamour Roy! Rob Frulla is down south of us. After high school, he became interested in jewels. Now he is half owner of the Kimberly Diamond Mines in South Africa. Ursula Raker married Malcolm and now they live in Ohio. Urky al- ways said she’d never live near her relatives! The day we got out of school for Christmas vacation, back in '48. remember how we all list- ened to Jim Lynch’s jazz all morning? Now we hear he owns Dizzy Gillespies' Jam Joint under the Brooklyn Bridge. Must he it was the only spot where no one could hear him. We hope he's making out okay though. Betty Nichols is in Texas where she is telephone oper- ator at Sheppard Field. She always said she'd get to 'Pexas somehow! Last but not least, we remember Reg Needham, lie’s out in Arizona now — MARRIED — to an Indian Squaw. Although each of our former classmates has gone out into Ihe wide world away from the other members of the class of ’49 we wonder if any of them ever think back to the “good old days” at W. C. S. I'm hoping, Miss Whitney, that you have enjoyed reading about your Senior class of ’49 as much as I have enjoyed writing about their where- abouts. Sincerely, Joyce Frye Last Will and Testament We, the Seniors, of Warrensburg Central, County of Warren, and State of New York, do hereby declare the following provisions to be our Last Will and Testament: FIRST: Ursula Baker wills to Kathy Burch the right to invite Miss Garfall to the Home. Ec. Room when there is a party or something to eat. Jean Brooks wills her three years of shorthand to Lizzie Merrithew. Charlie Brown wills a motorcycle to anyone who’s fool enough to ride one. Don Brown wills a quieter Senior class to Miss Whitney and to Alberta Holt a steady boy friend. John Brown wills to Mr. Sullivan a new pair of glasses because he’ll probably chew up the ones he has before next year. SECOND: Hugh Combs wills his writing ability to anyone who can read it because he can’t. Pat Cunningham wills her uncontrolable blushing to Alice Whitte- more. THIRD: Paul Farrar won’t will his hen scratching ability to any- one because he doesn’t want to burden them with it, and he’ll probably need it in college.