Whitesville High School - Wycenian Yearbook (Whitesville, NY)

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GIgAA, Pn jdliecy As ! lav in ihe hospital room, I tried to force ny mind t1. conjure thoughts tar away from my sur- roundings- to think of anything out the coni.eg op «ration 1 noughts of by-gone nays ere usuahy pleasurable, so i hit upon the idea oi testing my ocu to see ii I could rememcor all my oen.or Cia o. It d.dr t 'oern possible that ton long years had PcSSwd s;rice tne class oi '47 was graduated from cieai old Wh.tesviiie central School. There were ten of us who were graduated, that great nighi. Tuore v.eic Mary Lou and Kona—potential secretar- ies there was Merle, the dreamer; uussell. who was president oi our Senior Class Walter and Jim, tne pract;cal jokers; Kichard, who vamped ms teachers and Francis, who vamped the girls; ana oi course. Bob, who was always leasing the hign school gins- i recalled these precious Memories to mind as the nurse prepared me for the operating room. It had nelped me to torget the operation to come. Now they lifted nie to the operating table in the laigu white operating room. 1 was about to undergo an appendectomy I had undergone such an operation, ♦cn years before, and here I was again. Mv appen- aix had grown back again and I was to have it ie- moved. f-»r lire second and final time. The doctor and nursts were all around me and as the nurse strapped my legs down, the doctor asked me if I was seated I told him no, because I hadn’t been thinking of what was going to happen, fie assured m'' I would be all right and put the ether mask a- cross my nose anci mouth ana told me to breathe deeply A'? the ether began to take effect, strange visions began to pass through my foggy mind. I seemed to b „ m a large city. It wasn't a strange city, I knew I’d been here before Then I saw a sign— Hotel New Yorker. Why, I was in New York! This was the hotel that we'd stayed in ten vears ago when we were on our Senior trip 1 went in and locked a- round, it was as nice as ever. As I started to leave someone tapped me on the shoulder and as I turned, Edna Smith appeared in front of me She asked me to come up to her pent-house apartment. She told tne sne was a photographer’s model and wouiu be goi.ig to v oik in a short time. She explained she was features ir shampoo and nail polish ads. I recalled what pretty hair and hands she had in High School. Suddenly, v e were at the photograph - e. s studio anci whom ao you suppose I found? Merle S v«»rt Ho had always been a arcumer and now. I i.in.uv what he been aream.ng about -all cn«.se pretty girls, wt.i, L can't say that I blame him. He suggested wc have dinner with nim and so we found ourselves in the iabulous Stork Club. We were greeted i.y. none, otner than Russell Ritter. He took :is to a nice table and told us he was sure we would like to see the owner. We were all start - led, when we s.. v .laiy Lou Canfield coming toward us. She sat down with us and wo recalled the good old days at W.C.S. She told us the way in which she had become the owner of the swank night club She nad been the faithful, efficient secretary to the former owner and had manied the eldest son of her former boss. As we finished our dinner, the lights were dim- med and the spotlight picked up twro black-face com- edians. Instantly, i recognized them as Jim Fitz and Walter Folts. ihey were smgmg an old favorite of ours—“Open The iJoor Richard.’’ They were stand- ing in front of a large door and suddenly it opened, revealing a young man. I could hardly believe my eyes, for before us stood Richard Kenyon, from our olu class. When the act was finished, the boys came over to our table and Richard explained that he had married Jane PcvveJl, of the Mcvies and had oecome a successful actor, of both stage and screen. He was now makirg a guest appearance at Mary Lou’s nigl club. Jim ari Walter had gone to New York with the rest of us on our Senior trip and had iiked it so v eU, they had returned in the fall of 1947 and gone on the stage as a comedy team. They had beei. featured at ihe Stork Club for five years. As we sat there, my companions seemed to fade ir. the distance, ana 1 found mjself in Chicago. I bought a newspaper and on the front page was a large picture c! a handsome ycur.g man in a flying su’t. H In ked so familiar, I read the caption witii .he picture and I knew w?hy. It was Francis Cole- man. Then and there I decided to see him. I called a taxi and us I started to get in, I saw a mob of teen age girls surrounding a tall curly-haired young nun. They were screaming and tearing at nis clothes. I looked again, and 1 just couldn't believe my eyes. !t just couldn't be Bob. but it was—Bob McAllister, who had always been bothering girls. Now th« tables were turned I asked the taxi driver

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GlaU eM-titatef, Fres.de iit-Jomes Fitzpatrick, Secretary-Mary Lou Canf'elu Treasurer-Waiter Folts. Mr. Austin was our advis?r The rest of our class was composed of Russell Ritter. Francis Coleman. Merle Swort, Eugene Bteifoe, Madeleine BIjw, Betty Riley, Edna Sini'h. tn Mary Lou Canfield. This year we or- derca ov.r c'ass rings. They arrived late that year We sponsored the traditional Junior Prom and would have been at a financial loss, had it not been for .Mi Shay’s generosity. A few round and square u'lr.ces were held, that proved to be quite successful. We partu ioatod in the Magazine Campaign, but were defeated by the Seniors In June, we held the Junior a.id Senior banquet at Moonwinks. Here we said farewell to the graduate’s of ’46. Now the lays that we have dreamed of since we entered high school have come .at last. We realize thal our years in school are ending and that we will each gc out into life, to conquer our own worlds. It w«»s necessary for us to choose our class officers and organize projects We immediately elected Rus- sell Ritter for President, Walter Folts, Secretary and treasurer Mr Brewster was selected for cur advis- or The rest of our class consists of Mary Lou Can- field, Madeleine Blow, Edna Smith. Francis v e- - cosdU+utedl man. Richard Kenyon. Merle Swort, James Fitzpat- rick and Robert McAllister, a veteran, who we are proud to have graduating with us. In October, we began to raice the money that we would need. First, we sponsored a dance in the gym. The most successful activity was the Hallo- ween Fair. It consisted of a parade, turkey raffle, refreshments, and all types of entertainment An other dance was held, but was quite a disappoint- men (financially). After this, we settled down to present the play, “Auntie’s Money,” in April, under the guiding hand of Mrs Thomas In the meantime, our best interests are turned to the preparing of the Wycenian. in June, we are to be the guests of the Juniors, at the Junior and Senior banquet. Following gradu- ation we shall be on our way to New York City, by way of Van Zile’j Popular tour From The report give» us by other Seniors, who have taken this tour: sve are about to have a wonderful and exciting trip. We are all looking forward to it. Good bye to W.C.S., students, and teachers Richard Kenyon Edna Smith

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Gl U PnapJtecy continued. to wait an? as he came near. I spoke to him. He r'TCO£!«izud me immediately and was glad to get into the tnxi with me. As we drove off. he settled back -n the seat. I asked him why the girls had been following him. He explained he had become a famous crooner and that he was on his way to his hotel He told me that Francis was at the same place and 1 told him that that was my headquarters too. As he relaxed, he fell asleep and I looked at my newspaper again, Francis hadn’t changed much The caption read. Famous Flier Returns, After Trip to Mars.” Just then the taxi stopped and Bob awoke with a start He explained he was quite ex- hausted from so much work that he fell asleep whenever he sat down for a minute, and relaxed A we went up to the desk to inquire about Francis, he stepped out of the elevator. He saw us and came over to us at once We decided to hire lunch in the hotel dining room. While we ate. Francis and Bob to i of their many adventure . Francis nad b »cr. in an airplane accident and had been told he could never walk again, let alone fly. He had a- matert tha doctors by not only walking, but flying, also. Bob had also overcome difficulties. He had beep in the same accident wilh Francis and he was t Id he would never talk again, aoove a whisper. He hud been determined to talk, for how else could he tt-asc girls. He had gone to specialists and finally after a great many operations, he had been cured He had also gained a very special gift. He was now able to sing in such a way, that young girls swooned a they had at Frank Sinatra, when I was in high school. Even as we sat there things, began to fade before ny eyes and found myself back in the hospital bed with a very sore tummy. I was terribly sick, and as the nurse gave me a hypo to deaden the pain f saw a pile of letters on my bed side table. Seven were postmarked New York and two. Chicago. ! looked at the return addresses. It just couldn't possibly be. but the seven I had dreamed of meeting in New York were there and the other two were in Chicago. As I drifted off to sleep, a thought ran through my head. “There’s been one good thing about this operation, I’ve found all my old Class- Mates.” Madeleine Blow