Whitesville High School - Wycenian Yearbook (Whitesville, NY)

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CLASS HISTORY In September, I9HI, two significant things occurred: Hitler was trying to subject the Balkans and the Class of 1953 was nearly doing the same to Mrs. Costs. It was twelve years ago our class entered school. Out of the pre- sent nine, only three started together. Mary Ann Ellison, Dale Kellogg and Wayne Slack were the nucleus of a class destined at one time to number as high as nineteen (fifth year) and as low as nine (Senior year); the other students who started, either moved, failed or dropped out. In our second year, under the auspices of Mrs. Clark, we made three notable additions to the original three. Geraldine Ray came to our school from Andover, Bill Golleh and Ruth Slack came back after a temporary stay in the third grade. Although our class In Its fourth grade numbered thirteen, no more of the present class was added. Among those with us then, but no long- er were: Ben Rye, Max Rye, Avis Chambers, George Reed, Hugh Coleman, Ronald Allen and Wanda Slocum. Mrs. Hurlburt had the task of keeping us unf;rt{|2n$[j{n year, the class was Increased by three members, who are still with us. These are Roger Horton, Catherine Stives, and Phyl- lis Lewis. Mrs. Clark was in charge of us again this year. She had quite a time keeping the boys from climbing out the windows. The sixth grade, a most memorable year for us, passed quickly as our teacher, Mrs. Thomas made the year very enjoyable. In the seventh grade we began to get a taste of high school life. Under the watchful eyes of Mrs. Barney, we slowly shed some of our childish ways and began to take on the appearance of students, instead of potential juvenile delinquents. Our last year of grade school was almost the same as high school. The various subjects we took were taught by different teachers.Our home room teacher was Mias Baker and we were quite a problem for her. Our Freshman year passed quickly by. The class had several roller skating parties at Wellsville. Our class advisor, Miss Young, escorted us. Mrs. Pfeiffer was our homeroom teacher. During our Sophomore year, we had our first money-making project. We staged a bingo game and netted approximately thirty dollars. All four boys played basketball. We had a hayride , weiner roast and anoth- er skating party at Wellsville. Once again Mrs. Pfeiffer was our home room teacher. Mr. Ruhl was our class advisor. Our Junior year was our busiest. We made money hand over foot. The magazine campaign was successful. Several dances were profitable. We hit the jackpot when we sponsored an amateur show. When the money was counted we were $101 in the black. There was a great deal of en- thusiasm over putting on the Junior Prom. We all pitched in and deco- rated the gym and prepared to put on the best Prom we possibly could. The Prom was a tremendous success, except from the financial point of view. The class also put on two Junior Plays. Mr. Ruhl, Miss Marring- ton, and the former Miss Richolas helped produce the plays. The plays proved to be a money making enterprise, as well as a lot of fun. The plays also provided us with invaluable experience that came in handy when our class put on the Senior Play this year. Mr. Bartoo was our class advisor and Mr. Ruhl was our homeroom teacher. So far, our twelth year at Whitesville Central has been packed full of activity. The Halloween Fair and Magazine Campaign were finan- cial successes. The yearbook took a considerable amount of our time. The Senior Play was prominent in the list of activities. Among all these, of course, came our studies. Planning the Senior trip always brought lively discussion. The trip is still undecided as we go to press. We can’t seem to choose between Mew York and Washington. And so as the final day approaches, we are all rushIng a round the halls of Whitesville Central, books In hand, winding up'our twelve- year stay inside its memory-fI I 1ed rooms. So ends the history of the class of 1953, another group of studenta graduating and stepping out Into the world to make their own way.

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CLASS PROPHECY It was two o’clock when the helicopter cab service set ire down in front of the Waldorf Astoria. It was six hours before I was to address the 1973 Convention of the Poets' and Writers' Association. I thought I night as well enter the hotel and find a secluded spot in the lounge and ponder over my speech some more. It was indeed a great honor to be the principal speaker at the convention. It sort of neant reaching the top in the lit- erary world. From my first poem to my latest book, One Eighth Grader Too Many , I had dreamed of reaching the top. I had hardly settled myself down with a martini when a reporter came up to me. He informed me he represented the Associated Press and that his Chief wished to interview me personally. I had nothing else to do, so I swallowed the cherry and followed the reporter to the Chief's office. I was astounded, postively astounded» when I saw the Chief's face. There behind the desk, thumbs locked in his vest, a cigar in his mouth, sat Bill Golish! I remembered when we went to school together, he worked in a printing shop. I never thought he would now be Chief Editor of the Associa- ted Press. After excited greetings, vigorous hand shaking and back slapping, we had quite a conversation. I reflected that, during the past twenty years, I had been so er - grossed in my work that I had lost track of my old classmates. I asked Bill if he knew the whereabouts of any of them. Of course, he said. In my business, I keep track of all important peop1e. Tell me about them all, I replied. Well? said Bill, as he leaned back and relit the cigar hanging from his mouth, Hary Ann Ellison is making headlines right now. She left New York and her modeling job to go to Reno to divorce that Potato King. I can't think of his name at the moment. Roger Horton is down in Texas, supervising the drilling of some oil wells down there. What happened to Dale Kellogg?” I asked. Oh, he joined the Air Force, and now he's flying the regular Earth to Mars passenger flight, replied Bill. I suppose Phyllis Lewis got married, I said. Oh, yes she did, beamed Bill. Half a dozen times. I guess she's hooked to a Wall Street millionaire at the time.” Whew! I gasped. My classmates have been getting around. I thought Ruth was odd, taking those three world cruises. I guess Catherine Stives is the most settled one of the old gang, replied Bill. She married that Johnson fellow from Rexville and lives on hi s farm. That covers the class, I guess., I mused. But wait a minute! Gerald- ine Ray! Whatever became of her? Well, says Bill, you know how she was always studying. She just kept on studying and now she's the head of an exclusive Girls' College up near Boston. You forgot Jerry Graves also. Bill told me. He started at the bot- tom and now he's the Postmaster General. I gazed past Bill, out the window. Holy Cow! I exclaimed as I jump- out of my chair. It's dark already! I've got to get back to the hotel to de 1i ve r my speech. I took my leave of Bill and rushed out, hailed a cab, and flew to the hotel. After giving my speech and enjoying the banquet, I went to my room and took an old yearbook out of my trunk. There they were, all myold classmates. What a difference twenty years had made! 1 must get in touch with all of them in the near future, I thought, as I sat down to start my new book, Courting on a Little Red Bicycle . WAS