Watervliet High School - Spectator Yearbook (Watervliet, NY)

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Page Twenty CLASS PBIDPIIECY Our great nation has produced many outstanding personalities, brilliant scientists, great statesmen, business magnates, sports stars, actors and the like. During the trying war years many Americans came forth as leaders in their respective fieldsgsuch men as President Truman, General Eisenhower, General MacArthur, Henry Kaiser and numerous others. How many of these men had the faintest idea, when they were young. that they would be among the leading figures of their time? While on the subject of leading figures, let us not forget the ladies. Mrs. Roosevelt, Dorothy Thompson or Claire Booth Luce probably never realized that they were to become the feminine pace setters of their time. Yes, none of us can say what life has in store for us, but it certainly would be a lot of fun to look into our future. We cannot all become famous, but we can all become good citizens, live a happy life and be a credit to our community. What would happen if we did peer into our future? Would it be so very different from our life today? Why not venture into the future and see? One of the most common means of looking into the future is crystal ball gazing, so let us visit our friend, the swami, and see what is to become of the wonderful Class of 1946. The swami is represented to be a true fakir of old India, but he is sometimes referred to by his more American title of true faker of old India. We enter the humble abode of the great swami, and we find him seated at a round table in the center of the room. He bids us to be seated also, and tells us to look into the large crystal ball which is situated in the middle of the table. As we gaze into the crystal, an intensely bright light meets our eyes, and then suddenly an image appears. It is a road, an extremely modern highway, and we seem to be driving down it. But what is this? As we pass a billboard we see it advertises the new 1966 deluxe model automobile. 1966! Twenty years! The swami has really outdone himself. Soon we notice a sign which reads, You are now entering Homeville, U. S. A. Speed limit, 35 miles per hour. Population, 2S,0OO. Now we are driving down the main street through a busy business district. This seems to be a well-kept community, neat and orderly. This is a typical American town. It seems like the perfect place to live. It is just like home, and everyone looks very prosperous. Let us see more of this beautiful little town. As we drive down the streets we begin to see familiar faces. Look there through the bank window. That fellow sitting at the desk dictating a letter looks like Don Edmans, our Student Council president. The dapper gentleman coming out of the florist shop on the corner there is Bill Hannell. The woman he is talking to is Virginia Terwilliger, also of our Class of '46. It seems to me that such a progressive town must have a very efficient city government, so in order that we may see it function, the swami waves his hand over our crystal ball, and here we are sitting in on a meeting of the City Council at the City Hall. Presiding over the meeting is a Mr. Schoonmaker, who is president of the council. Say, that's Phil Schoonmaker, the vice-president of our class. He seems to be introducing the mayor, whom we now all know as Dave Morrison. Let's take a look at some of the other notables present. On the left side of the large oak table are two of the mayor's secretaries, diligently taking the notes of the meeting. lt looks to me as though they too are from our Class of '46. One of them looks like Ruth Ellen Miller, while the other, I believe, is Anne Capitula. On the right side of the table are council members-Robert Meyer, Earl Siler, and Marion Kania, and the city engineer, joe Bagnardi. At the foot of the long table are the recreation directors, Al Dean and Roslyn Bleau. Everyone seems to be talking about taxes, and Tax Collector James Wing seems to have his hands full. -right

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I Bill Hubba Butler leaves his outstanding popular affairs of the heart to an amorous junior, perhaps George Slicko or Fred Ross. Since we all know Teddy Baxter is practically perfect, Tudor Valoze and' Al Dean, our first-string players, bequeath their basketball skill to some of the junior players who need it. To next year's A. A. president, Don Edmans, with a sigh of relief, leaves all his headaches and, at the same time, his cheerful smile. Dave Morrison and Varkas Minoogian bequeath their organizing and executive ability to next year's class president and Smzciwroiz editor. 1 Betty Nardella, Jean Gardner, Jeanne Tetrault, Jane Stewart, and Virginia Terwilliger, our big tive in the gym, leave their prowess to outstanding junior figures in the Girls' A. A. next year. Those smooth girls and boys from Maplewood and from Port Schuyler leave their sharp ways and their never-ending feud to their remaining associates. Joe Bagnardi bestows his friendly nature upon Bill Gensicki. ' Wayne Davenport and Erich Loewy leave their A. B. C.'s-ability, brains, and power to concentrate-to high-rating juniors like Fred Gloeckner. Joe Assini and Don Ahearn leave their restful quietness and calmness to all the silent juniors. To keep beauty in W. H. S., Eleanor Mori bequeaths her dark, handsome variety to Jane Myer. Jane Stewart leaves her athletic ability to Miss Lecomte's 4-F's. Bobby Schultz leaves his sarcasm to all lucky teachers who have had him in their classes. Phil Schoonmaker gives his good looks to Gerald Terrill. Norma Meier leaves her musical ability to Mrs. Cross. Ronnie Kline bequeaths the taps on his shoes to the F. B. I. of the faculty. u William Hannell bequeaths his excellent taste in clothes to Ed Kapela. To Miss Lettis and Miss Maclay, we leave peace and quiet in the library. To Mis. Quinn, for her motherly aid and advice, we leave our sincerest gratitude. To Mrs. Grady, we bequeath the pleasure of worrying about next year's Srscrnoiz. Roberta Trimble and Stanley Pike bequeath their sunny dispositions to any grouches in the Junior Class. Mary DeWire leaves her tiny self to any large junior. is 1 Richard Carson and Bob Ross bequeath their height to Tom Kilcullen. Doris Borisenok leaves her great math ability to Prof. Joerg. To Miss Fortanier, we leave every word that ain't in the dictionary. All the tlirtatious seniors bequeath their knowledge of women to Prof. Bennett. He might be grateful for it some day. To Miss Lecomte, we bequeath all our aches, pains, and physical ailments, real or otherwise. To our pal, Mr. Sanders, we leave all our latest alibis and untried excuses. Paul Bradley and Harlan Lape leave their historical knowledge to Miss Elizabeth Hanraham. Hugh Wilkes and Betty Kotansky leave their art ability to Miss Ryan. We place the duty of administering this will in the hands of Miss Barrett, Junior Class Adviser. In witness whereof we hereunto set our hand this day of June, 1946. Signed: Tm: Samoa CLASS Signed, published and declared by the above named Senior Class as its last will in our presence, to this document, in its presence and at its request, we have hereunto subscribed our names. . - RUTH ELLEN MILLER VIRGINIA TERWILLIGER Page Twenty-seven

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We've seen enough of the city business now, so the swami switches us to a different part of the City Hall in order that we may see what makes this town tick. Passing the city laboratory we see Professor Paul Bradley and Dr. Erich Loewy working on a specimen of the city's water, and conferring with them is Water Commissioner John Keough and his able assistant, Edward Buhrmaster. Down the hall is the City Clerk's Office, and inside we see City Clerk john Dennis getting some information from Coroner Charles Assini. Say, I wonder who those two fellows going out the door are? Oh, well, it is too late to catch them. How about seeing some of the town's cultural side, Swami? Okay? Here we are looking in at the library to fmd librarian Sue Dzubinsky chatting with the town's three aspiring Thespians, Mr. Hugh Wilkes, Eleanor Mori, and Dot Zacharino. They seem to be very busy, so let's not bother them. There are those two fellows again. just going out the door. I can't quite see their faces. I'd like to know who they are and what they are doing! Well, they're probably not very important, anyway. I wonder what that poster on the bulletin board is about. Let's take a lookg shall we? Civic Concert, Municipal Auditorium, May 25, 1966. W. W. Davenport, conducting the Homeville Symphony Orchestra. 8:15 p. m. Tickets 31.50 plus tax. It looks as if we've walked right into one of the year's big events. What do you say to a stroll in the park, Swami? Great, let's goin I know I've never seen any place so beautiful! Let's take a look around. Those two fellows sitting on that bench over there look like the ones we saw before. This time we won't miss them. This time we'll get right up behind them and see what they're up to. Why, it's Justin Sornberger and Dick Carson, still working on that physics problem Mrs. Quinn gave them. But the image in the crystal is getting dim. What, Swami? Cross your palm with silver if we wish to see more? No, thanks, Swami, we've seen enough. Here is your two dollars and good night. If we ever want to visit Homeville again, we'll drop in and see youf' HARRY HAYNER T0 TIIE SENIIIIIS Seniors, Seniors, the struggling years are done! The class has weathered every storm, The prize we sought is won. The day is near, relief we hear from teachers all exulting, With steady hand, they've steered our keel Till this great day resulting. Seniors, Seniors, for you the bells are rung! Rise up-for you the parents thrill, For you the flag is flung. Bouquets and ribboned wreaths you've earned Through advancement and through learning, For you they call, the parents all, Their eager faces turning. Seniors, Seniors, we leave the life we've ledg The halls of our beloved school No more will hear our tread. The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, Its voyage, closed and done. From fearful trip, the victor ship comes in with object won. MARIE ADAMS NORMA MEIER ROBERTA TRIMBLE Page Twentv nme