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

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 and. financially. After that we rested on our laurels, finishing the year off with exams and decorating the gym for graduation. In September it took quite a while for us to become accustomed to the honor of being seniors. Mr. Van Korb was unanimously voted inas our 0uardian and Donna Baber took over the gavel. We broke all our previous records and elected a boy, Wally Blanchard, to an office. Helen flever, as secretary, and Geraldine Wade, as Treasurer, rounded out our list of officers. A carnival and a formal dance were the outstanding Senior activities in the fall. With Regents, work on yearbook, and the fu3s over graduation and yearbook pictures, January went by quickly. We gave a supper in February and ended seventy dollars richer. From then until the sixth of April we spent all our spare time planning for the Big Trip . When we finally arrived in New York we made up for four years of anticipation. That's one week few of us will ever forget. Through April and May, the spring rush of shows, baseball games, and dances kept every Senior busy. Suddenly we realized that Graduation Day was just a-round the corner. Books were dug out of hiding and the midnight oil burned as Regents drew nearer. In a little while it was all over. Baccalaureate and then Graduation night, itself. High School was over for most of us. There were sad faces for a little while when we recalled all the grand times we had had to-getner but any gloom present was dispelled by the wonderful hopes and plans for the future. Pola Nov ak 7

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CLASS POEM We entered school In 35, Our little minds with tricks alive; They thought us angels till they found. That trouble starts when we re around. Prom year to year our knowledge grew. But with this came more trouble too; And still the teachers that we've met. Are asking Prof., Have they gone, yet?fi Our first eight years wero filled with Joys, We lost some classmates, mostly boys; At last as Freshmen, then came work. Our time was s hort, we couldn't shirk. But High School days went by too fast. Our Senior year roiled round at last; And all those final tests at school. They made us say, Why did I fool. And graduated now we stand. To find adventure in this land; We only hope in years to come, We'11 make a world of peace and fun. So someday maybe kids will find. Some good things we have left behind; And they will raise their eyes toward heaven To thank the Class of Forty Seven. Bruce Hoskins