Whitesville High School - Wycenian Yearbook (Whitesville, NY)

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GIqML Pnx jxltec When I received a request to lecture at Uexvill, New York, on June 25, 11)55, I decided immediately to take enough time to look up my old classmates of Whitesville Central School. When I arrived at the Whitesville Community Airport, I found that I had missed the bus and that if 1 did not want to wait two hours, 1 would have to walk to the village. Since I thought that the exercise would do me good, I start- ed a-hoofing. About half way to Whitesville, 1 found Richard Lewis bossing a road gang. Richard gave me a ride to Whitesville, and on the way told me what In had been doing. Yes,there would always be snow upon King’s Hill, because he had married Jane Snow, his old-school sweetheart. Upon reaching town, I bade Richard farewell and proceeded to our home. I wasn't surprised much, when I saw a sign on the down-town feed-mill which read, “Folts and Son”. Keith after graduating from Alfred had become a partner in the enterprise and married Ruth Fitzpatrick. This I could hardly believe. In high school they hardly knew each other. As 1 was talking to Kieth. who drove up, but none other than Roberta Kear and Ellie Haskell. Roberta was now tin wife of Rob Loring, who works at the Rordeifs. They are the parents of two nice children. Eloise, who was still a Miss, works at the chair factory and sings with the Rythm Makers. They said that Leola Cromer had married Captain Ed Gill of the Artillery and that they were now the proud parents of four children and lived in Alabama. That night I went to the show a little early in order to see Donald Chase “Sug” who had given up aspirations of being an airplane designer and had taken over the “Lyric” besides a steady job at the Borden’s. Don, who is a bachelor, is quite a friend of Miss Doris Eldridge, who is now engaged as a secretary to Windy Top Farms’, Inc., of South Hill. Doris attended the show the night I was there and told me that Barbara Ilurlburt, who had obtained her experience on the “Tatler” was society editor on the Xew York Times. Barb, who is a graduate of Ohio University has been in Xew York five years. She later served on the Whitesville Xews. After the show. Don and Doris invited me to go out with them. They immediately led me to the place that 1 had always known as Horten’s. To my surprise, I found the interior nothing like it used In be, but a elaborate night-club. Loraine (’ary. the owner of the place was another class- mate of mine. She told me that they had a special guest, who turned out to be no one other than Clyde Grover, the great. Clyde was a member of the Grover and Sikorsky Helicopter Corporation. He had gone to work as a machinist for the Sikorsky Co., shortly after graduation and soon rose to this height. The next day. on my way to Rexville to give a lecture on ‘‘The Protection of Left-handed Eskimos”. Xear Rexville. I saw a sign Austin Austin, pro- ducers of oil and honey. It was a great surprise to me when I found that our former class advisor was a member of this concern. One of the persons who heard my lecture was Leo Coleman. Leo said that lie had choosen farming as his life’s work, also that he was quite success- ful. lie was the only member of our class who had taken up agriculture as a full-time occupation. After completing my real purpose, I decided that it would be necessary for me to leave in order that I could carry on my work to prevent the extinc- tion of left-handed Eskimos.

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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.

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