Waterford High School - Fordian Yearbook (Waterford, NY)

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The 1947 Fordian CLASS HISTORY In 1492 Columbus discovered America but it wasn’t until 1943, when the Class of ’47 reached high school after a long, hard climb, that the country reached its peak. For four long years Waterford High has basked in our com- pany, but alas, all good things must come to an end, and in June 1947 our radiant smiles will leave our Alma Mater forever, (knock wood!) In the meantime, though, we have not been content to rest on our laurels. No indeed. We have been very busy. In four years we have used up two faculty advisers and seriously affected the health of a third. Miss Fortune, Mrs. Getman, and Miss Gainor, you are to be congratulated. For heroism above and beyond the call of duty you will be awarded the Black and Blue Heart. On the social side we have also been able to overcome inertia to a consider- able extent. For example: In our Frosh year we started out by having a Candy Dance, which Miss Fortune said whs very sweet of us. When the Fourth War Loan Drive was held the Senior Class held a white elephant sale. Despite the shortage of white elephants we managed to help the drive considerably. We “budding” Freshmen also held our “Freshman Flower Festival” in the Spring. The records show that we rested up the rest of the term in preparation for a hard Sophomore year. When our Sophomore year finally rolled around, we set to work to do some- thing this year. We started things fast with our Sophomore Soiree on November 3 and in our usual speedy fashion had another dance—six months later. It was quite a novelty—a luck dance held on Friday, April 13. We had tempted fate— and look at us now! When the second semester began in January, Miss Fortune finally gave up the struggle and moved to Watertown for some rest. Mrs. Laura Getman took over in high spirits, but when the semester was ended— so was Mrs. Getman. On hearing that in two years we would be out of high school and into the army, the Japanese surrendered in August 1945. The Atom Bomb hit Hiro- shima in August and one month later we hit Room 309 and Miss Gainor, our new adviser. In our Junior year, still as light-hearted (and apparently as dumb) as we had been two years before, we really set the world on fire. (We tried the same thing with the school, but the fire department is only next door.) In rapid succession we had a Round and Square Dance, a Card Party and Fashion Show, a Food Sale, a Snowball Hop, another Round and Square Dance, a Junior Prom, a Junior-Senior Banquet and—apoplexy. We also purchased our class rings this year, naively confident that the next year would see us on the pinnacle of achievement, our Senior year. Surprisingly enough, it did. Now, we thought, our climb is over. There is no place to go and nothing to do. Heh! Heh! Heh! If we had only known! In between homework, aptitude Twentyse vcn

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Marion C. Cooper “Coop” “A good heart is better than all the heart in the world.” Dancing Club 1. 2; Freshman Hop Committee 1; Sopho- more Soiree Committee 2; Treasurer, International Relations Club 3; Typing Cluh 4; Pin Committee 4; Senior Ball Com- mittee 4; Senior Play 4; Fordian 4. CLASS SONG Tune: “Together” We’ve had four years together Through laughs and tears together In W aterford High together But we knew someday we would go away. For forty-seven we worked Our tasks we never shirked We’ve had our fun and now that it’s done, We’ll all be good friends together. Tis the last time, together So let us recall, together The fun that we’ve hail together For we won’t forget all the times we met. As Freshman we had our Hop, We said then, “We can’t be stopped.” We’re leaving you, but we’ll always be true To Waterford High forever! Dorothy Burgess

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Waterford II i fill School tests, conferences, scholarship tests, senior essays, yearbook work and social activities, we managed to squeeze a Senior Ball and a Senior Play. This play, entitled “The Thirteenth Chair,” was a mystery in three acts. The only mystery is how we managed to get anyone to sit through the second and third acts. There was talk of having the play tour the veterans’ hospitals but our better natures won out and at last report the veterans were safe but still a little scared. (The Red Cross was originally going to sponsor our tour, but with a drive for funds coining up they didn’t dare.) We also cooperated with the Student Senate (so we’d have someone to put the blame on) in putting on the first dance of the year, which was the welcome to the new teachers. We had two Round and Square Dances and another Food Sale. With time off for good behavior we will be gone in June; gone out into the wide world to out-atom the atom bomb, and Miss Gainor is giving odds that we do it. Before we go, however, we just want to say good luck to the future Senior Classes of Waterford High and to the teachers who will try to mold fresh kids into some semblance of courteous men and women. Oh! just one more thing. Miss Ranney has asked me to announce that from now on, due to the teacher shortage, each class will be allowed only one class adviser. Richard Gillespie CLASS WILL We, the Class of ’47, supposedly being of sound mind and memory, do declare this to be our last Will and Testament. To the Faculty, we bequeath our sincere appreciation, plus a purple heart, for a task well done. To the Juniors, we leave our battered and mutilated titles of Seniors in hopes that they can in some way rebuild the atomic-like chaos we are leaving. To the next class in 309 we leave Miss Gainor, that is if she is able to take on another class. To the Sophomores, we bequeath those ever-present infraction slips—to you, dear Sophomores, we leave all the infraction slips we won’t be able to receive next year. To the Freshmen, we bequeath our ability to learn so that they may equal our high marks. (Eye-brow pencil marks, that is.) To the Eighth Grade, we leave our class colors of red and white and our hopes for successful years in high school. To Miss Gainor, we bequeath our everlasting gratitude for her superb courage and limitless patience in the face of constant danger. Also a new whip to replace the one she wore out keeping order in the Senior meetings and home- room. Twenty-eiglil