Willsboro Central High School - Gilliland Yearbook (Willsboro, NY)

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Class Prophecy - 1937 Time: 1952 Place: Willsboro In the past it has been the custom of the senior class of Willsboro High School to put on its cap of knowledge and don shining new glasses for a look into the future,—to find what it holds for their classmates in the lower grades of this great institution of knowledge. The class of 1937 not wishing to break this long established custom has delegated me, 'the undersigned, to cover this delicate and touchy subject. If my prophecy proves untrue in just one or two cases, remember that no person is perfect. For any corrections, address all complaints to my office wherever 1 happen to be about twenty years from now. My secretary, if I have one, will take care of you. But I see that my assistant has adjusted his “look-into-the-future,” glasses and we are ready to take our trip. Hang on for some rapid fire predictions, coming to you from your senior oracle with ithe compliments of the senior class of 1937. Willsboro—1952 As we approach this familiar town, in the midst of the Adirondacks, we are conscious of an overwhelming difference. Yes, the little town of 1,800 inhabitants has been growing in our absence. It is now an incorporated village ruled over by that right honorable mayor, Martin Brunet. Mayor Brunet is a bachelor, but some of the girls still have hopes. Yes, Florence Young, Polly to her friends, is still the leading contender. After talking for a few minutes with the Mayor, we left for .the new Mill Stream. Imagine our surprise to find it under the management of Kendall Wilkins and his able wife, Kathryn Cushing. The next thing we noticed, as we passed through the village, is a large theatre which stands where the old Coffee Pot Restaurant once stood. We find here James Mason and his dancing partner, Robert Lincoln, amusing the audience with an original runtba. The owner of the theater, Marshall Benedict, and his charming wife, Ruth Mathers, introduced us to Oakley Daby, the professor of Essex High, and his wife, the former Annabelle Deschamps. Upon leaving the theater, we found William Fekt, George Kanaly, and Walter Lincoln directing traffic. All three are happily married. William to Norma Hutchins; George to Margaret Shedd; ana Walter to Janet Wood. We next visited the hospkal where I could not meet my old friend, Dr. Spierto, because of an urgent operation. Instead, I met the attending nurse, Margaret Flaherty, still an old maid, much to my surprise. Other nurses who greeted me as I passed down the corridor were Blanche Spierto, Virginia Kanaly, and Flora French.

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The Senior Will Upon behalf of my client, the Class of 1957 of Willsboro High School. New York, I do hereby bequeath the following: To the Freshman Class: Our ability to keep on the right side of the teachers and not do too much homework. To the Sophomore Class: Our dignity. To the Junior Class: Our ability to work together and make money. To all our Teachers: Our heartfelt thanks and appreciation for help that they have given us during our high school days. To Ruth Flora: Ellen Crowningshield’s dignity. To Norman Provost: John Adam’s line with the women, especially if they are French. To Bobby Lincoln: Arnold Spierto’s bottle of Sloan’s liniment. To Kathryn Cushing: Norman King’s back seat in study hall. To Juanita Jones: Margaret Flaherty’s ski boots. To Mrs. Norton: Our ability to remember where things are. To Pauline Coonrod: Jerry Benedict’s wavy hair. To Bobby Reynolds: Llewellyn Martin’s he-man air. To Florence Young: Ewelyn Brunet’s studiousness and calm manner. To Howard Norton: Billy Feltt’s ability to skip school. To Miss Conklin: All the gum we may have forgotten in the Home Ec. room. To Clarence White: Joseph Bruno’s ability to write. To James Mason: George Blanchard’s agreeable disposition. To Elsie Rand: .A back seat in the study hall. To Lucille Wade: Mary Shambo’s giggle. To Billy Daniels: A bus line to Reber. To Bud Daby: A new slouch hat. To Norma Hutchins: A set of jumping ropes. To Edward Feltt: Arnold Spierto’s shaving utensils. To Blanche Spierto: The ability to handle a few more class offices. To Richard Flora: A new bottle of perfume. To Ella Jerdo: E.llen Crowningshield’s excess height. To Mary Martin: The power to remain Miss Willsboro. To Shirley Boardman: A music teacher To Veletia Strong: The ability of the Home Ec. class. To Alice Provost: Margaret Flaherty’s ability to do the flea hop. To Miss Conklin’s dog: A bone. To Mr. Zawistoski: More muskmelons. To Mr. Driscoll: A package of Paul Jones. To Miss Selleck: More June Bugs. HIS ( X ) MARK. The Attorney for the Class of 1937.

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Being interested in former acquaintances, 1 inquired of Maitland Dicker-son and found that he was married to Ruth Flora and residing at the old Flora homestead. We had a long talk and I learned from him the whereabouts of Bing Coole who is now living in California with his wife, Constance Dickerson. Also residing in California are Mary Martin and Shirley Boardman, winners of the beauty contest which won for them a screen test and stardom in Hollywood. Maitland also told me that Paul Daby is a Congregational minister. A visit to the school revealed that many of my former classmates were members of the faculty. Ronald Marshall surprised me by being the principal. Mrs. Banta, my eighth grade teacher, is still holding the same position. Thedra Oliver, much to my amazement, was the Chemistry teacher, while Evelyn Brunet presided over the English and Music departments. Other faculty members were Lucille Wade, Gladys Doyle, Virginia Boardman, and Dick Spear, as athletic director. We followed the crowd to the amusement park where there was a traveling Buck Ryan Circus Show. The owner is John Ryan. John Shambo was the fat man and Jean Spear and Clifton Blanchard were starring as the “walking skeletons”. On the flying trapeze we find the dashing Howard Norton. Another famous attraction was Juanita Jones and Llewelyn Martin, now married, featuring an acrobatic act. We stopped to converse with Barney Ellsworth, the barker, and he informed us that John Costin was the home-run king for the Yanks. He also told us that if we entered the tent we would find John A ams an . his love wi. Marjorie King, as spectators, accompanied by Mary Shambo and Lyle Mason, not yet married but as this has been going for fifteen years, we expect wedding bells very soon. We then progressed to the Bachelors' Hall where we find Richard Flora as proprietor, with his colleagues, Kerwin Hutchins, Austin Cross, Walter Mero, and Harold Hosmer keeping him company, painting the town red with their crazy antics. As 1 was leaving the town, I noticed a sign “Blanchard s Hotel and 1 stopped out of curiosity to see if it was my former classmate, George. It was, and he was prospering nicely with Norma Dupuis, his industrious wife. W ith this our visit to Willsboro ends. Our search for familiar faces has been a success, and we put up our glasses with a pang of regret. Goodbye. Willsboro — and may your citizens live in prosperity forever. Signed: HERR (“RED”) HERRING.