Waterford High School - Fordian Yearbook (Waterford, NY)

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± FORDIAN FRED WHITING “Whack” Hobby, Running. Likes, Most anything. Ambition, To be a lawyer. Dislikes. Work. President Dramatic Club 1, 2, Captain Cross Country Team 4, Track 4, Photography Club 3. 4. “ He was a veray parfit gentil knight. picture Leslie Allen taking part in a debate with Kay Button. Ruth Butler telling Mr. Zelie that he's all wet. Fannie Anderson in a short white dress with a big pink bow. John Haffey without his swagger. Lois Stephens without one of Her Three Musketeers. Albert Architzcl sitting in one of the chairs in the kindergarten class. Mary Farrell becoming a second Greta Garbo. Eddie O’Connor as a full-fledged barber. Dorothy Hartley talking back to Miss Ranney in English 12. Sue Crandall forgetting her favorite expression, He was an old flame of mine.' Raymond Currier with a nose like Durante’s. Bobby Munro walking to school. Catherine Whiting attending a class meeting without arguing. Billy Mickeiwicz rushing any girl in the Senior Class. Eleanor Parker anywhere without Fred. Stasia Wagner developing a hearty laugh instead of her giggle. Willie Farrell becoming a woman hater. Jane Hicks without Alfred. Tommy Despart riding around in Trooper Murphy’s side car. Mabel Hodges staying awake in Chemistry class. June Vermilyea not speaking to Bobby Munro. Henry Button becoming as quiet as Billy Mickeiwicz. Elizabeth Parker walking home without Dick. Norma McCullen imitating Edna Wallace Hopper. Joe Mazula without his perpetual grin. George Marchand without his schoolgirl complexion. Helen Martin staying home from the movies on Saturday night.

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1 FORDL... k Class JiopfjEtp As Madame Ballagh puts me to sleep with her magical jxnvers (she always was good at looking people straight in the eyes), my vision into the future becomes clear. I see some of our dear Seniors as successes in pictures, on the radio, and in other fields of business. As I stupidly gaze into that far-away time, I see Mary Farrell and Robert Munro winning a beauty contest in our favorite haunt of all times, the Casino. “Just think,” the people whisper, “They were once blue ribbon winners in the Senior Class. As 1 gape still more, I see the three musketeers (Norma, Mabel, and Lois) still together. They must be as permanent as the novel of the same name by— 1 can't remember very well. I'm under Madame's spell too deeply. And now I notice Sue Crandall a coinin’ into town, to get the week’s supply of victuals. You may or may not know that Sue is seriously considering becoming a farmer to help Buddy with his gardening. Well, 1 see Sue has realized her ambition; she’s a farmer: accent, sunbonnet, muddy shoes, and all. “What’s this? Holy creeping cats! Down in the same old theatre Archie has just won a gold medal as Waterford's one and only midget. How did you do it, Albert? You might tell Myrtle your secret; so she can try for the medal next year. Who’s this—Gracie Allen? No, it's our own Helen Martin, the girl who always was good at saying witty things. Helen has made quite a name for herself in pictures. Good luck. Helen! I see Mickeiwicz playing on the Junior Varsity at State College. Keep it up, Mick. Some day you can come back and coach a team for your Alma Mater. And here we see June Vermilyea still talking. She’s the only woman announcer who can cover the football games and see all the passes. Talking in history class certainly helped her. Ray Currier and his brother “Cheer are still playing the guitar and sax. They have just won a gold medal and two nights’ engagement at the Casino in an amateur contest held in the Town Hall. Well! 1 see Fred Whiting has gained quite a reputation as a clairvoyant. Fred had lots of practice when he used to sit and look at Eleanor all history period. Hot-Cha! I see Carrol and Fanny have won the prizes (a corn cob pipe and a sunbonnet, in case you’re interested) for dancing the Irish Jig. Well, Carrol and Fanny were always good dancers. Some day they may go on the stage. Think of this, will you? Ruth Butler has just been appointed successor to Miss Ranney. Well, we all knew Ruth would succeed some day. I never could sleep sitting up. My vision is growing blank: in the clouds of oblivion, I see these words in blazing lights: “Success for the Class of ’35!” June Vermilyea Twenty