Waterford High School - Fordian Yearbook (Waterford, NY)

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1944 Fordian When back in ’41 B. C. we into the ninth grade came, We Seniors thought to storm the world To seek and strive for fame. We thought, right then, that we were “sharp,” That run the school we would, Our books to use for ornaments, dispense with if we could. But we soon found—to our dismay One thing they failed to mention, That every week-day afternoon, Miss Ranney kept detention. We started off with one big bang—the high school Freshman Hop, ’Twas after that—we should have known that it was time to stop. For every day the evil lurked on far corners of the map ’Til it crept upon us one cold night—our dreaded foe the “Jap”. After December of ’41, because we were at w'ar, Dark days befell the lowly Class of 1944. The great Soiree that was to be All fun for the young “Soph” clan Turned out to be just one big “flop,” ’Cause no girl had a man. The cars were all in flannel wrapped, The tires gone from sight, And to get to a dance in the old “she-bang” We siphoned gas all night. Our Junior year was quite a “wreck,” No Prom was there for us, For we w'ere still at war, you know, But did we make a fuss? I can’t say we did, this Senior gang. Twenty-six

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Waterford High School J J-J ’sT ROBERT WOODIN Bob Woodin, the boy from Halfmoon, When he flashes that smile, the Senior girls swoon. Dancing Club 1, 2; Model Club; Cross- country. THERESA A. ZICCARDI T rese Theresa Ziccardi who is quiet and shy, Is the gal who catches our president’s eye. Dancing Club 1, 2; Senior Play Committee 4; Yearbook 4; Stationery Committee 4; Cap and Gown Committee 4. Class Song (To the tune of “With My Head in the Clouds”) We’ve wandered far, Along life’s busy road, We’ve had our ups and our downs, We won’t forget, All the fun that we’ve had, When we’re somewhere out there. We will stop and think, And recall the fun in those days of long gone by, And our hearts will return to those good days of yore, With the class of old ’44. We're on our way, In this great world of ours, We’ve got a big job to do, We won’t regret, All the time that we’ve spent, ’Neath the red and the white. We will work our way, To the highest hill, With the knowledge we have gained, And we’ll gaze through the past As we have done before To the class of old ’44. Lourdes Bouchard Twenty-five

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Waterford High School When plans were in a “muss” And we rode to our Junior Banquet, On a Waterford-Thomas St. bus. This year has been our year of years. It’s ’44 you know, And every one in the Senior Class, Sees that it’s time to go. But let me tell you ’45 gang, There won’t always be a war; Your years ahead are better than ours, With wonderful things in store. Maybe next year ’twill all be over, And Senior hearts will be in clover ’Cause Texaco gas at a cent a gallon Is sold on the corner by old Fred Allen. And Major Bowes to every new star, Gives away free, a Chrysler car, ’Tis then that you’ll hold those Proms again, You’ll laugh, we’re sure—but we can’t say when. So Juniors—when you read the lore Of the famous Class of ’44, Please note that we, the Senior gang, Hope that the future holds quite a “bang” For next to us—we think you’re swell, Our noble successors—we wish you well! Norma H. Diehl Tiventy-seven