Whitesville High School - Wycenian Yearbook (Whitesville, NY)

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QLali tMtit uf, Mem uei'' The year is 1955—and 1 m diligcnlly ridding our attic of useless memen- toes of bygone years. What s this! ii-iu-m. Wtiy, its the scrap-book mother started for me on my first day ol school, i lie day is sunny, and i ve labored all morning—so I'm in the mood for reminiscing. 111 just sit here in my easy chair and take a quick glance through it. Why, here’s a picture of our tirst grade, with .Urs. Coates as our teacher. 1 wonder if 1 can recognize any of the pupils back m the good old days. There s Barbara Brown and “Buddy Kear with their long curls and what do you know, there’s Arliug llazlett and Donald Chase with their dainty little short pants. There were twenty-two of us in the picture—and of those only Eloise Haskell, Barbara Jean liurlburt, Donald Chase, Aiding llazlett, and Roberta Kear succeeded in graduating with us in June l94o, with the exception of one; Jean Crittenden, who graduated a year ahead of schedule, it must be that Mrs. Coates enjoyed our class because here she is again with our second grade. We owe a deep debt of gratitude to her for setting our footsteps so firmly on the path of education. Our next two years were spent under the tutilage of Miss Lamb. There are no pictures in my scrapbook for our fifth and sixth grade period, but 1 remember that Leola Grover joined us during that period. Mrs. Clark was our able mintor. Through her we gained a greater appreciation for na- ture and its beauties. Our seventh year was spent under the guidance of Airs. Barney. Through her, we learned to obey orders and pay attention. She helped us adjust to the high school system. Keith Bolts, Leo Coleman, and Doris Eldridge joined our ranks at that time. Our eighth year was spent under Mrs. Cornell, whose helpfulness directed us through the year with no failures. According to the graduation program pasted in my book, Barbara Jean liurlburt was our eighth grade valedictorian, Jeanne Crittenden, our salutatorian, and Arliug Hazelett and Doris Eldridge the next highest. The page devoted to my Freshman year is rather blank. We were all too busy adjusting to our new schedules. Richard Lewis and Clyde Grover joined our class that year. We were very proud of the fact that we could elect officers and choose a class advisor. Since they are the only entry on that page—I’ll list them for you: President, Arliug llazlett; Sec. Treasf Eloise Haskell; and our Class Advisor was Miss Virta. Our Sophomore year, like our Freshman year, hurried past with little happening. There's a letter from Barbara Brown, who moved away during the year, and here’s the new class officers: President—Arliug Hazelett; Sec. Treas.—Donald Chase; and our Class Advisor was Aliss Virta. Our Junior year was so full of fun and work that two pages are filled with souvenirs. Here's my Curtis subscription book—we were so near to winning the magazine campaign that we were very disappointed when lost. At Christ- mas-tide we gave a party for our sister class—the Freshmen. I still have one of the angels that Barbara Jean made for a centerpiece. Under the direction of our English teacher. Miss Lewis, we wrote and produced a play based on “The House of Seven Gables.” My dance program from the “Rainbow Ball” recalls once more, the many hours we spent pinning up multicolored crepe paper to tranform tin gymnasium into a fairyland. With the help of Mr. Aus- tin, our advisor, we were the first class to have a Junior-Senior Banquet. I remember that after we had finished our dinner at the “Miami in Hornell. we all went to the show. The ticket stub is a pleasant reminder of that evening. Our Senior year drew us closer together as a group, because we suddenly realized that our school days were almost over and that we would soon be separated. The first thing we did was to elect oour officers and lay plans for our activities during the year. Our officers were: President, Barbara Jean liurlburt; Vice-President, Eloise Haskell; Secretary. Roberta Kear; Treasurer. Keith Folts; and our (’lass Advisor was Mr. Austin. Our first event was the Annual Carnival—to us the biggest and best ever

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. . CLYE E GROVER - “BUT” F. F. A. - 1, 2, 3, 4 . Tatler Staff - 4 Track • 3 Halloween Fair - 4 Softball • 3 Ambition “Marine” LEOLA GROVER - “OLEO” Chorus - 1, 2 Junior Play - 3 Yearbook Staff • 4 Tatler Staff - 4 Junior Prom - 3 llall« wccn Fair • 4 Ambition - Beautician ELOISE HASKELL ■ “SLIM’’ Editor, Yearbook - 4 Pres. Dramatics Club - 3 Student I ir. J. and Senior Plays - 3 Senior Play - 2, 4 Chorus - 1, 2, 3 Tatler - 2, 3, 4 Service Club 4 Library Club - 2, 3 Junior Prom - 3 Home Economics Club - 2 V. Pres., Senior Class Sec. of Class - 3 Halloween Fair - 4 Ambition • Medical Secretary RICHARD LEWIS - “DICK” 4 - H cllub - 3, 4 F. F. A. - 1, 2, 3, pres. - 4 Essay contest - 1, 2 Speakng contest - 3 Tatler Staff - 2 Spring Festival - 2 J. Play - 3 Basketball • 4 Track - 3 Softball • 3 Senior Play • 4 Halloween Fair - 4 Ambition To conquer all

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put on in the school. From that we swung into the Magazine Campaign and went over the top in sales. Loraine Cary came in the middle of the year. After a short lull to catch our breath, we produced our Senior Play “Lucky Star” with Miss Dolan lending us a needed helping hand. Next we had a round and square dance to help raise money for our New York trip. Our year book took up our spare time for several months. This year, we were the honored guests of the Juniors, who carried on the idea which we hoped would grow into a tradition. After graduation, with it’s tenseness and excitement, we packed our books away and headed for New York. My book is filled with sundry objects that managed to find their way into my suitcase. No, you guessed wrong, 1 do not have a towel in there. Well, the sun is sinking low on the horizon, and I’ve come to the end of my book. I wonder what’s happened to my classmates. I think I’ll sid down tonight and write them a letter. We, the members of the Senior Class of nineteen hundred and forty-five, of Whitesville Central School, having an overflow of pencil stubs, tablet covers, books and notes, hereby make this our last will and testament. We leave to Mr. Austin, our class advisor, the memories of the happy times we have spent together, in our last two years. We bequeath to Mr. Ilowe our sincere hope that he will soon be occupy- ing the principal's office in our new school to be. To Mrs. Deck, a home-room that manages to get there b Tore the passing bell rings in the morning. To Mrs. Cornell, we bequeath a new ford or a jeep that will go any place, any time. We give to Miss Dolan, a dungeon for some of her recalcitrant students. To Mr. Wilson, we bequeath a winning basketball team for the coming years. To Mrs. Crowner, we bequeath some new typewriters and at least two “perfect stenographers”. We leave to Mrs. Hemink, a soldier home from the wars for keeps. To Mr. Laughlin, we bequeath more blue ribbons. To Mrs. Vanderhoof—we bequeath a new ford and a homemaking depart- ment. We give to Mrs. Barney, an outstanding sixth and seventh grades. To Mrs. Clark, we bequeath continued success for her son in the navy. We give to Mrs. Ilurlburt, her justable pride in her three daughters. To Mrs. Keefe, we bequeath high school classes next year who will be more quiet when passing up and down the stairs to classes. To Mrs. Coates, we leave new equipment for her first grade room. To Mrs. Rouff, a classroom closer to W. C. S. Campus. To the entire student body, we leave our good will and sincere gratitude and the hope that their school days may be as happy as ours have been. We do give and bequeath to our fellow classmates, the following personal possessions: Arling Hazlett’s bow tie to Bernard Kellogg. Keith Folts and Richard Lewis permanent waves to Frankie Chase. Donald Chase’s study habits to Alan Kear. Leola Grover’s veltness to Georgia Cary. Barbara Jean Hurlburt’s leadership to Beverly Davis, “Good luck Bev”. Eloise Haskell’s golden tones to Jean Lewis. Buddy Kear’s laughter to Ilulda Frost. Doris Eldridge’s typing skill to Betty Pritchard. Leo Coleman’s ability in sound studies to anyone in next year’s History C, who thinks he needs it. Clyde Grover’s ability at track meets to the three boys in the Junior Class. We do hereby appoint our said class advisor, Mr. Austin, as sole executor of this, our last will and testament, and hereby we place our seal this twenty- second of June, 1945.