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

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Senior Class Will We, the Senior Class of Willsboro Central School, in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and forty-three, being of sound body and same in mind and reason, and about to pass from the life of students, do make and ordain this, our last Will and Testament. To the Juniors: We leave the honor of achieving the dignity of Seniors, warning them not to lower the said dignity by allowing themselves to be caught throwing chalk and erasers. To the Sophomores: Whom we believe to have a little more sense than the Freshmen, we hereby appoint executors of this Will. To the Freshmen: We leave John West’s beautiful blush, knowing that its red will harmonize well with their green. To the Faculty: Quieter and more cooperative classes in the future. To Chauncey Bryant: We leave partial interest in the Drug Store. To Sylvia Hayes: We leave a book on information, feeling sure that she will not have to use it often. To Mary Hutchins: We leave ten easy lessons to reduce the waistline. To Marilyn Curren: We leave Alex as a careful, guiding hand, and an inspiration. To Lawrence Lee: We leave the exclusive rights to the center position on next year’s varsity team—if there is one. To Grace Provost: Louise Bayless’ method of gaining weight. To Gladys Sayward: Some of Doris Blanchard’s height. To Louise Moseley: Lucille Blanchard’s lab coat—a reminder of Mr. Hoose. To Dotty Patterson: Marion Patterson’s ability to keep her mind on her schoolwork. To Mary White: A little of Tipper’s talkativeness. To Mary Lou Keeler: Edith’s technique with Jokes. To Beginald Mero: Gordon Coonrod's ability to keep his hair combed. To Geraldine Wade: Alice’s technique in getting a better half. To Donald Oliver: We leave a ball and chain to keep him down on earth. To Marge Patterson: We leave an interest in “Martin’s Trucking Service.” To Clayton Blanchard: We leave Shirley’s seat in study hall that he may have a constant reminder of his gentle feelings. To Virginia Hayward: We leave one thousand copies of the song “When Johnny Comes Marching Home.” To Joyce Young: We leave the right to pose for the advertisement on “That school-girl complexion.” To Tootie Wade: YVe leave a place in Who’s Y7ho in America so we may know more about her. To Kenneth Coonrod: We leave a handbook on HOW TO PLAY BASKETBALL. To Pete Young: We leave Otis’ title as Class Hercules. To Esther Oliver: Gert’s Buddy. To Mrs. Banta: Better luck next winter. To Miss Flanigan: A great big “BELL.”

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Well, we’re Seniors at last! Though, our class entered thirty-seven strong, the members have dwindled away until now there are only twenty-six of us. A second time Shirley Stanley was elected as president; Helen Flaherty as vice-president and Marion Patterson became secretary; June Boardman is our treasurer. Mrs. Arlene Flora, accepting the title of our class advisor, has enthusiastically aided in all our class activities. Overflowing with class spirit and energy, we decided to get right down to ‘ brass tacks.” We first put on a dance September 18, starring ‘•The Kentucky Ramblers.” Besides selling stationery, having card parties and raffling off war bonds, we sponsored another dance February 26, featuring “Ann and her Happy Ramblers.” Plans were discussed for our class play but nothing ever materialized. Presently, we are all looking forward to our class trip to Albany. With train reservations and rooms secured at Hotel Wellington, we expect to have a wonderful time. And then, it is good bye to our high school life. It is the end of four years spent together and upon which we will always look as four of the merriest years of our life. Gertrude Hayward.

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To To To ambition. To desks. To To To Mrs. Flora: Richard Connor’s sense of humor. Miss Provost: We leave an inexhaustible supply of rubber bands. Miss Hennessey: We leave a shorthand class that will have some Bucky Benedict: We leave all the gum under all the study hall Prof: Another Senior Class as studious as ours, the School: An orchestra to play at school dances. UNCLE SAM: We leave the “OIL” from Bobby Kanaly’s hair. Class Poem Many years from now we’ll recall This graduation — high school and all. Our Freshman year, a bashful class But this we O’re came as time did pass. The Sophomore Year was full of fun So carefree, nonchalant was everyone ! ! We awoke to study our Junior year And had a glorious prom: made $14 clear Now, alas ! Seniors are we Leaving old W. H. S. — the world to see. Now — we’ve had troubles, hard work and fun, But we’ve finally reached the top each one. Now what shall our new goals be ? ? Defense work, college, ARMY or NAVY ? Our paths — will they meet in the years to come ? Perhaps, some day after VICTORY is won. Louise Bayless