Williamson High School - Log Yearbook (Williamson, NY)

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will WE, THE CLASS OF 1951 OF THE WILLIAMSON CENTRAL SCHOOL, DO MAKE, PUBLISH, AND DECLARE THIS, OUR LAST jifgg MJ - We Bequeath Our Established Traditions To The Class Of 1952. SECOND: We give, devise, and bequeath the following assets as herein set forth: DICK ALMEKINDER leaves his calm nature to Butch Mayeu. NANCY ANGELO leaves her blush to anyone who will take it. DICK BLIEK leaves his prize-winning ability to the next F. F. A. class. fHe has enough for everybody.J PAT BOHRER leaves her soprano voice to Billy Payne. DOLORES BONGARD leaves her bouncing enthusiasm to Victor Vinkey. JEANNINE BOWEN leaves her imitations of Bette Davis to Mr. Vandewater. ONNOLEE COLLIER leaves her quietness to Irma Chandler. RUTH COOPER leaves her black hair to Gail Mason. LOIS DAY wills all remaining LOG subscriptions to next year's circulation manager. RONNIE DeCRACKER leaves his job at HART'S to Burton Payne. DICK DeLINE leaves his soccer strength to Roger Vermuelen. AL DeMAY wills his happy personality to Jimmy McEvoy. JERRY DeROO leaves his dimples to Mr. Piddock. CHUCK EATON leaves his deep base voice to Mr. Johnson. FLORENCE ELLIOTT leaves the Senior Finances in good order. NORMA FOX leaves her flirting eyes to Bernie Cook. CHUCK HANBY leaves his flashy shirts to Calvin Beach. NANCY HOWARD leaves her nickname to Pieter DeSmit. LOIS JANSE leaves her acting abilities to Pat Parker. MARGARET JICHA leaves her artistic driving to anyone who dares to use it. BRUCE KARSTETTER leaves his scientific mind to the ATOMIC ENERGY COMMISSION. BOB KEENAN leaves his muscles to Dick Vanderbilt. BILL MABLES leaves his dry wit to Joan Sours. PAT MASCLE wills her homemaking qualities to Felicia VanLare. JACK MASON leaves his Junior Kiddie Bombers to next year's chemistry class. PEGGY MASON leaves her height to Mary Wood. BOB MAYEU leaves his cheerleading agility. to Ralph Guy. CHe's So gracefulil JACK MILLER leaves his 4th period rides up-town fwith Mr. Vandewaterl to Miss Parker, who always wondered where he went. CARL MOGRAY leaves his loftiness Cheightl to Russell Raethaka. PHY LLIS OAKLEAF leaves her love of all sports to Lois Johnson. DON OCQUE leaves his nickname to Mr, Quaars. WALT PLYTER leaves his booming base voice to Maurice Taillie. MIKE ROONEY leaves his space at the candy booth to next year's Seniors. DEAN SHEFFIELD wills his knowledge of cars to Miss Beck. GORDON TAILLIE leaves his ability to Get in Dutch to the next Senior Class President. DICK TELLIER wills his Business Law book to Miss McKelvie. EUGENE VANDERLYKE wills his Hotrod know-how to Chet Langdon. RUTH VanHALL leaves the recipe for her delicious white cake to the Homemaking room. LAURA VERBRIDGE won't leave her new, shiny, flashy, gorgeous '51 CHEVROLET to anyone. . BOB VerDOW leaves his motor bike to Albert Griepsma and Pat Mason. JOCELYN VerHOW bequeaths her culinary arts to Mrs. Clark. JERRY WHEATON leaves his chuckle to David Mahon. PAT WILBER leaves her birthday announcements, period. CHUCK WATSON leaves his good neighbor policy in Sodus to Gayle Ascherman. AL ZONNEVILLE leaves his class ring with Peggy Dyer. TERRY MARTIN leaves his expression Ship Out! with the UNITED STATES NAVY. We hereby appoint Miss Mary Parker executrix of this, our last Will and Testament: hereby revoking all former wills by us made. We have hereunto subscribed our name on the 25 day of June in the year Nineteen Hundred and Fifty-one. 1. - 37.4. .L?f.L..... 21

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10175 35011111 Give to the world the best you have and the best will come back to you. the Reverend I. Frank Thompson N passing, we must needs give you something of ourselves. lf we have accomplished anything-- learning, self-reliance, cooperation--these things we owe to a multitude of people, our teachers, our parents, and each other. Ours has been a good high school life. We have taken from it, we have put into it. Now, at last, we' re ready for that blessed 'Pomp and Circumstance. In the spring of our Freshman year we made the first conquest. Bruce was Class President, Mr. Hall was advisor--good leaders, both of them. We decided to undertake the production of a play. Wildcat Willie In the Dog-house, a comedy in three acts, broke all precedents, causing quite a stir within Mr. Borrelli' s English classes. This being successfully launched in April of 1947, the Class of ' 51 felt duly established. Most of the girls had suffered through Vic initiation, rigged out as fishermen. Florence became a smiling Rose Queen Attendant, and in Iune we sailed faithfully away toward Coburg. . .Ca painful voyage for Mr. Hall, with a broken arm,J but nonetheless a traditional ending for a happy year. The next fall we acquired a new President, 'Nan Howard, a new advisor, Miss Thompson, and a mascot --Rudolph, the Red-nosed Reindeer. Our combined efforts gave way to a delightful Christmas Ball and another, less successful play, Bandits For Breadfast. We gleefully ordered our Class rings, and Nancy Angelo was chosen to attend the Rose Queen. By the time our junior year rolled around, fRudolph had disappeared,J we knew full well that our Senior trip to New York would require a great deal of money, there being forty-six of us, to be gained only through much hard work. So we busied ourselves by selling refreshments at games, and every- occasion cards to the townspeople. Walt Plyter was elected President, and Mr. Odle became our compe- tent third-year advisor. We had a round and square dance and carried through with The Play' s the Thing' in our rib-tickling adaptation of The Nitwits. We chose Showboat as the theme for our Prom, and dec- orated accordingly. What pleasant excitement it is to work with contrasting colors, fragrant flowers, and humming classmates when preparing for a big event I That evening at the banquet, we listened to a stimu- lating speech by Mr. Mahon. At the May Dance, 1950, we proudly applauded when both the Queen, Margaret jicha, and her Alternate 3 Nancy Angelo, were chosen from our Junior Class. We started being Seniors with a booth at Palmyra Fair. Then a slippery Sox dance in September, and in October we foraged the township for magazine subscriptions--setting a record by clearing over S900 I --with Angelo' s blue team and DeRoo' s red team in close competition. l' ll do my best. ---- That was Gordon, on election day, having just been chosen to head our Senior Class. Mr. Odle was re-elected advisor by unanimous vote I , Jerry DeRoo as Vice-President, Lois Day as Secretary, and Florence Elliott, Treasurer, have indeed proved their merit. The entire administration had the Class with it--one hundred per cent I At Christmastime we sponsored a banquet for the Farm and Home Bureaus, and converted our home- room into a realistic church for Open House. We industriously polished up an old or n, borrowed palms and ,gews and candelabra from local chruches, and took up a collection for C A R E. Eid prize, but it was fun I - ' Senior candy sales have added considerable to the treasury, and we hope to make our play this year the best yet--bringing the worthwhile message of You Can't Take It With You to the public with a final fulfillment. We know more of Rolvaag, Dickens and Emerson than we did at the beginning. We' ve read Our Town and know some lines from Hamlet , most of us sang Handel' s Hallelujah Chorus. We' ve dis- puted hotly in history debates, discovering important differences between Democracy and Communism. We' ve enjoyed each other--Jerry Wheaton s infectious chuckle---Jack Mason' s announcement in Eng- lish class one morning that he was growing a goatie. ---- Gordon' s and Ierry DeRoo' s uproarious antics ---. We' ve rejoiced with the three who are engaged to be married---Flo, Ruth Cooper, and Dick De Line. Yes, there' s much to remember--and be thankful for. There have been countless disagreements, and discouragements--but laughs, too. How grateful we are to Miss Parker, for her interest in us I We are greatly indebted to Mr. Munson, who has guided us vocationally to higher ideals, and of course to our Principal, Mr. Van Vleet, for allowing us to pursue and accomplish innumerable goals. 20

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an Manny, F we were to presume that in our special Castle of Tomorrow, all our fondest dreams might come true, we would find each member of the Class going about his or her daily tasks with something of the nonchalance of the folks in our Senior Play, You Can't Take It With You. At the Drawbridge, back from Service, checking passports, taking tolls, -- are the husky Sen- tries, MABLES and VerDOW. Then in answer to our ring, the huge gate doth open swing, and Superintendent ZONNEVILLE doth bow. He greets us cordially, then proceeds, quite normally, to conduct our tour through all the Palace Proper. It's quite beautifully designed, by G. TAILLIE'S modern mind, with the rooms all done in marble, gold, and copper! Very soon we are confronted with the Jester of the Court. 'Tis DeROO, in all his folly, munching cheese de roquefort! From the next room drifts some music, DICK TELLIER is at re- hearsal. He's the head of the society, Musicians Universal. Then we hear the lovely voices of that famed harmonic trio--BOWEN, COLLIER, and PAT BOHRER singing sweet O Solo Mio. On the stage across the hall, hard at work on their routines, LOIS JANSE and D. L. BONGARD sing and dance, and work out scenes. We learn that they're preparing for the weekly T,V, show, called Kukla, Fran and Ollie, starring ROSIE ANGELO. Next stop is at the office of the Manager, M. JICHA. fShe has troubles with her errand boy, who just now yelled-- Eurika! It seems DeCRACKER is inventing, and is working on the tooter of his very latest model, which is Wimpy's Flying Scooter! J In the m, Coach KEENAN'S training with his all-star team of boys. DON OCQUE is building muscles, and they're the real McCoys!J ROBERT MAYEU is instructing a class of majorettes, and PAT WILBER'S dancing pupils are doing pirouettes! The kitchen is a glorious sight for all eyes to behold. So clean, so white, so spic and span! 'Tis MASCLE'S work, we're told. And JOCELYN is cooking over yonder by the stove. She's an expert on nutrition, and--looky here, by Jove! Methinks 'tis one J. WHEATON, with a cap upon his head. Chief Cook and Bottle-Washer ---well, at least he's still well fed! Of a sudden there's a flurry, everyone doth scat and scurry, as FLO comes running in the kitchen door. Oh good gracious, this is awful, for Eugene doth want a waffle, and I cannot find my Iron any more! Here's a classroom full of kiddies being taught their A B C's. QLOIS DAY and RUTH VanHALL will accept tuition fees.J And look,here comes PEG MASON,in her nurse's gown of white. She is checking absentees and giving pills to left and right! Here's the entrance to a place marked, Everything From Soup to Nuts, where, behind the motley counter, Proprietor ROONEY struts. Now 1et's take a trip upstairs, just as quickly as we can. Why, here's our own DEAN SHEF- FIELD--Chief Elevator Man'. The second floor is made into one great big laboratory. It's here that BRUCE the CHEMIST, Abounds in all his glory. And in the corner yonder, singing out with loud rendition, WALT PLYTER wields the test tubes, for he's the Lab. Technician. On the third floor, DOC is busy typing copy 'till she's dizzy, getting out the daily news, The Castle Caper, while L. VERBRIDGE. Chief Stenograpner, instructs CARL, the Photographer, on how to take some pictures for the paper! Descending now, we'll visit all the folks who work outside. First, P. OAKLEAF, famed Equestrienne, tMayhaps she'l1 let us ride! J But who's that in the tower, supervising all horse racing? Well! It's WATSON and T. MARTIN, and they're clockin all the pacing! Here's VANDERLYKE and ALMEKINDER, working in a heat. ?Their autos, quite the latest, have the stream-lined rumble seat! J How now! Here's DICK BLIEK'S quarters, where he heads the F. F. A. And there's our friend JACK MILLER, the's the Foreman,J and---why--- Say! There's HANBY and MASON, in uniform I do perceive. JOHN is Captain of the Sentries, and CHUCK'S home on Navy leave. Let's watch the lively Track Stars, as they practice for the Meet. AL DeMay is running swiftly, so as DICK DeLINE to beat. Who sitteth on the tractor, plowing in that field alone? Well, if it's not CHUCK EATON, who all this land doth own! Here is a little cottage, with a garden plot that's fine. NORMA'S out there now,'by golly, hanging things upon the line. Look up there, a plane is circling, and it drops a little rhyme! It's from RUTH COOPER, saying, I'll be down, if I get time! Thus we end our little journey To the place that knows no sorrow, Where the Class of '51 Dwells in The Castle of Tomorrow! 22