Abington High School - Oracle Yearbook (Abington, PA)
- Class of 1950
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JANE NEIDE JE.-ANNE SARGENT
BONNIE BEEGQUIET ANDRE BoIssEvAIN
BARBARA FLOWER EVELYN I-IVTII
NAN DIVALERIO THELMA KALEN
ELLI RICKERT BETTY STADELIIIEIER
JOAN REDSTEEARE BETTY STOUT
Literary-Miss DOROTHY CATHELI,
Art-Miss EDITH M. MIJLNE
Business4-Mrss ALICE F. WEAVER. VERLIN TATE
Principal--E. B. GERNERT
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COVER .....,.........,............ Betty Stadelmeter
FRONTISPIECE ..,.........,.l.l,.,.... Lorraine Bates
LIGHT IN THE. SKY ..,........, Jane N etole 3
PROMISE ..,.l.l......,...... Dwvtd Kleftnbard 4
POINT OF HONOR ........ Ralph Prilltscher 5
POEMS .........,....l......... Barbara Flower 7
THE WINNER ............,ll., .I Robert Gold 8
IE YE HAVE FAITH ,,..,... Lots Wrigley 11
STUDENT DAY ....,....,.. Jeanne Sargent 13
CAN IT HAPPEN AGAIN
Carolyn Clark 16
PURSUIT ......,...,..... Rfiehard Weppner 18
As OTHERS SEE Us
A Andre Botsseoafin 19
FOUR LITTLE STINKERS
Jeanne Blaetz 20
THE INVADER ..... ...l...... D amid Durst 21
THE MAN ..,.,................... Tyke Tamara 23
AEEIE's DIARY ........ P. Wells, Sargent 24
SILVER MEDAL ...,.l.......,., Robert Naylor 26
WIDENING HORIZONS ...l........ Roy Brlll 28
Wifnfi Harper, Magnon Ltnck,
Freola Sehzenkel, Shirley Jensen
TRIP To THE SHOPS
Smith, Sperry, Ptllrlscher 34
LAST CLIMB ..,............. Rodman Wood 36
QUAKER TO EAGLE ........ Gold, Carroll 37
ANYTHING EOR CATHY
Nan Dt Valerlo 39
ON BEING A TURKEY
Sally Lou Gleason 42
How To 'WATERSKI ...l.... Ronald Leon 43
PRIZE VERSE ,... Deafnfs, Smith, Blessing
BELLS, BALLS, BILLS .....,.. Joan Pearce
HOLIDYXYS, OH, WOOF
Dorothy H oeppner 46
NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
Robert Colladay 48
CAROL BOURNE, '51
Thousands of lives were changed by a.
LOR RAIN E BATES, 51
.Braid in Me Sha
Christmas Eve, 1970. But where were
the bustle, the noise and glitter of other
Christmas Eves? Where were the hurry-
ing shoppers, the cheerful Santas, the
youthful carolers? Where were the bright
lights, the bells, the carols, the happy, ex-
cited greetings and farewells?
All was silence, a deep, black waiting
silence, penetrated only by the slight glow
of the star.
The star, or so it was called for lack of
a better name, had first been seen a month
ago, just such a night as this, clear, black,
and crisp. Then, though, the town had been
alive, bustling with the happy excitement
of the approaching Christmas season.
Suddenly, almost blinding the staitled
shoppers with its piercing rays, the thing
was in the sky overhead, shining very
much as a great light had shone centuries
ago, over a sheep-dotted hillside. lt faded
almost immediately, but remained in the
sky, faintly visible over the hills.
The shoppers, recovered from their first
fright, hurried home to tell their families,
to call their newspapers and demand to
know what was going on.
All night the thing burned in the other-
wise starless sky while busy editors and
scientists answered' phone calls. The rays
of the morning sun brought a temporary
end to the phenomenon but not to the
growing apprehension of the people.
Newspapers gave various explanations.
Several astronomers feared a planet from
another universe was heading for the earth
at a rate of several thousand miles a.
minute and had been arrested, temporarily,
they feared, only a few million miles away.
Others disagreed, maintaining that the
thing was some terrible man-made Weapon
that at a certain designated time, control-
led by a government miles away, W0111d
come hurtling down, destroying the entire
Each night the star appeared, and as
week followed week, the lives of the people
underwent a peculiar change.
Feuds and enmities were frogotteng
people who had never before associated
with each other exchanged their common
hopes and fears. Society as such was for-
gotten. The richest family was in as much
danger as the meanest. Death would come
to all at once. Money would make no dif-
ference, nor would color or race. Men, their
reserve forgotten, talked to anyone they
met and were surprised to find that,
underneath, each felt the same.
All crime had practically stopped. What
was the sense if you wouldnlt be alive to
enjoy the fruits of your evil deeds? The
pursuit of business for profit stopped,
only habit and the need of something to
occupy the mind kept the people working.
People paid their debts and returned even
the smallest favors.
The churches were packed, not only Sun-
day but every day in the week as people
prepared their souls for the end.
Christmas passed, then one night, as
suddenly as it had appeared, the light
The trees are bare,
They have shed their bright cloaks
And sleep till spring will warm their
tired, old limbs,
And the sap once more will iiow through
the gnarled veins.
Dreariness clutches the earth,
Casting its shadow on the soul of man.
Winter brings a fast from nature 's
The poet and the artist sleep.
You who sadly languish for the spring!
The morning rays of light sparkle
On the window pane.
Outside, the earth is covered with a sheet
of starlike crystals,
The trees reach to the sky with coats
Nature does not long hide herself
Among dark clouds.
vanished, still unexplained, never to be
Life went back almost to noranalg busi-
ness was resumed, towns sprang to life
But the memory remained and always
would. The effects of the experience would
last a long time. Once the reserve of a
people has been broken down, it is hard
to build up again. The entire country had
become a friendly place, and each in-
habitant felt himself neighbor to people
throughout the country. Men had had a.
preview of eternity and would remember
Months afterwards, the following Christ-
mas, in fact, a little boy, listening to his
mother read the Christmas story, broke
into the tale with, "Was that light every-
one was so seared of the Christmas sta.r,
JANE NEIDE, '51
NORMA ENGlE'L.HARDT, '52
First prize poem in poetry contest
DAVID KLEINBARD, '51
It takes the peril of battle to settle
A Point oi Honor
Charhe muttered, Let them come." He
wa,sn't afraid now. Not now, no not after
---. His thoughts strayed back a few
It had been a bright, clear morning not
unlike the mornings he had been used to.
Later in the day Colonel Tyndell had
asked for two volunteers to make sketches
of the possible defensive and offensive posi-
tion of the island. Nothing risky. At the
most there were just a few crazy guerrillas
left on the island. Of course, Bud had
to go, and, of course, Charlie had to follow.
It had been like that as long as Charlie
could remember. Bud would volunteer and
lead, and Charlie, frightened and unsure
of himself, would follow. As Charlie had
watched the speed boat, the last link with
the base, disappear, he had felt his stomach
Their third day on the island a sudden
hail of bullets cut their path. Panic seized
Charlie. Darting behind a small row of
shrub and rock, out of any immediate
danger, he swiftly worked his way to the
shelter of the jungle, keeping well below
the guns that had not ceased firing. Glanc-
ing fearfully around, he saw that Bud
hadn't fared as well as he had. He was
lying in a partial shelter, the front of his
shirt stained a dull red. Charlie glanced
at Bud's rifle, a scant fifty feet away,
marking the spot of the ambush. He turned
quickly, pale and terrified, and ran head-
long into the jungle.
After running for what seemed a year,
THELMA KALEN, '51
he fell behind a thick clump of bushes. He
listened intently. The shots had stopped-
not a soundg it was like a nightmare,
Charlie thought. Then eight quick shots
shattered the terrible silence, followed
again by a period of stillness, which was
quickly broken by three screams. Charlie
covered his head and cried.
The fear he had known slowly changed
to calmness, and from calmness to a grow-
ing hate. He had to find Bud. Darkness
had closed an ominous' curtain over the
island. Everything was stillg even the
animals were silent. But for once Charlie
found strength in the darkness and quietg
he had to prove something to himself-
and to Bud. After groping through the
dark, he neared the spot of the ambush.
The gnats were out in force, and a lone
mosquito made the only audible noise. The
form his hands touched was cold and life-
less when he turned it over. A small trickle
of blood ran from the tightly closed mouth.
Even now he could sense them closing
p A Fine Day
I t 's clear today.
The sky is blue,
And earth reflects the gold of the sun,-
Dry leaves scatter before my feet
With a sound like corn flakes without milk.
Milkweed pods and shriveled stems
.Litter the path through the fikeld to the
Where deep-erlimsoned giants spread tat-
tered arms against the blue.
Skeletons remain of many, which,
Having dropped their tawny blankets,
Tomorrow will be more normal.
It will rain,
And the laughing leaves will perish into
The tinted hills will dull to pale heavens,-
The framework of the woods will lose its
lingering crop of fiery hair,
And await the snow-white of old age.
Anyway, we live today.
PATRICIA WELLS, '51
TH ELMA KALEN, '51
in. He would Welcome them. "Let them
come," he said aloud. .
Suddenly a rifle spoke from the dark-
ness, then another and another. Charlie
answered their scattered fire with a. brief
volleyg then a knife rose and fell. And the
jungle was quiet.
RALPH PILLISOHER, '51
End of Summer
Balmy September day,
Deck summer in one last splendor, l
And sadly lay her away.
And leaves of brown,
Softly, softly bed her down.
And Queen Anne's lace,
In wreath, in spray,
Adorn her resting place.
Look at her,
Ah, look at her and sigh
That one so loveky had to dwg
Look at her and turn away,
For this is Summer's last sweet day.
h KARL KNAUER '51
'Winter' and 'The Wind' won Second prize in poetry contest
Like memories of another world,
When winds are harsh and shrill,
Ghostly skeletons of trees
Stand shivering on the hill.
The earth is cold and cheerlessg
Gone is summer 's glow.
The days are dark and empty,
Waiting for the now.
Illustration . . BETTY STADELMEIER, '51
The wind has many voices
And strange mysterious sounds-
Sibilant whispers through the tall pines,
The rustling of brown leaves in the fall,
The whistling as it swoops round the
On a frosty nightg
The soft sigh as it sweeps down the
On the dunes.
It can gently nod the daisies' heads
Or scatter papers noisily in March.
It can churn the billowing waves
And thunderously crash the surf against
Or be still
As the unbroken silence of death.
'7he '7!uuule4 Steam
The day is thick and sultry
And clouds, like tents of gray,
Have gathered in the heavy air
To keep the sun away.
The day is growing darker
And thunder fills the skyg
The earth is tensely waiting
The visit from on high.
A break comes in the cumbrous clouds.
And down through space are hurled
The angry gods of lightning,
Who will punish all the world.
BARBARA FLOWER. '51
It takes teamwork to produce
I had just dribbled in for a layup when
Coach Irving said, "All right, gang, that ls
enough practice for toda.y. Don't forget to
take warm showers and get to bed early.
We 'Ve got a long week ahead of us.
As I walked toward the showers, my
teammate and buddy, Tommy Jackson, fell
in with me. "You certainly are improving
your play around the foul circle," he said.
"If you do11't watch out, you're going to
become a good basketball player." I was
just about to answer him when Coach Irv-
ing motioned to me to follow him into his
Once inside the office, he turned to me
and said, "Your playing is improving,
Dick, but you seem to lack drive and spirit.
Is something bothering you? If so, tell me,
a.nd maybe I can help you?
"No, there is nothing wrong," I replied.
"I guess I'm just tired." But deep down
inside me, I said to myself, "He's just like
all the rest. Who cares about spirit and
drive? Spirit doesn 't win a basketball
"Well, get some rest. You'll probably
feel better by morning, " he said.
After I showered and dressed, I met
Tommy outside the gym. "Hurry up, slow
poke, I'm already late for dinner," he
said. As we walked along through the
December twilight. he talked about the big
game next week and the dance afterwards.
While he talked on, I thought to myself,
"What's he so pepped up about? Of
course, I want to win, but what's all this
enthusiasm about? It 's just another school
game. School spirit, school spirit, that's
NAN DIVA LERIO, '51
all I hear, School spirit doesn't win games,
school spirit doesn't score pointsg the
basketball players do." When we reached
my house, Tom and I said goodbye, and I
went in to eat.
Two nights later we played Midvale in
a home game, and it was in this game I
got my first taste of real school spirit. The
stands filled up rapidly as we warmed up,
and I thought to myself, "Why does every-
body come dressed up with school signs
and decorations? It's just another basket-
The first quarter was tight, and we led
only 21-20 at the buzzer. During the
second quarter there was a scuffle for a
rebound under our backboard, and I saw
Tommy get an elbow in the ribs. It must
have hurt because of the wayihe winced.
We called time out, but he said he was all
right and the game was resumed. After a
hard fought second quarter, the half ended
with us holding a slim 39-38 edge..
During the second half, the lead saw-
sawed back and forth. In the closing
minutes of the fourth quarterf Tommy,
who had been sparking the team, put us
ahead with a driving layup, As I started
down court on defense, I heard a thud.
Turning around, I saw Tommy stretched
out cold on the court. They carried him
out, and the game went on. It wasn't till
later in the dressing room I heard the full
story. Tommy had cracked his rib in the
second quarter and played the rest of the
game in intense pain. On the way home,
I thought to myself, "Why didn't he take
himself out? The pain must have been ter-
rible." The next day I asked him why he
stayed in there, and the only answer I got
was that he didn't want to let the team
and the school down.
Afterwards l thought to myself, "He
endured all that pain just for the sake of
a basketball game. How sillyln But the
more I thought about it, the more I
thought there might be something to this
school spirit after all.
During the next few days, the whole
school began preparing for the annual
Glendale-Coaltown basketball game. Post-
ers and placards were posted everywhere
while preparations were made for the an-
nual dance afterwards. Students held
booster meetings, and school spirit went
up one hundred per cent. The day before
the big game, the school held a tremendous
pep rally in the gym. Cheerleaders went
about their duties with extra vim and
vigor, everybody seemed to get in stride
with the spirit of the occasion. That is,
everybody but me. Don't get me Wrong!
I wanted to win the game just as much as
anybody, but all this school spirit was go-
ing too far. I will admit, however, that I
enjoyed hearing the words of one fellow
student who said, "Yes, sir, that Dicky
Thompson is a very fine basketball player.
Too bad he doesn't have more school
spirit? School spirit, school spirit-that
was just what the coach had said.
On the night of the big game, the stands
were packed a half hour before game time.
We were underdogs, but you wouldn't
have known it from the sound of the cheer
we received as we trotted on court for our
warm-up shots. At the start of the game, I
controlled the tap and passed it to Tony
Williams. He took two dribbles and passed
it off to Tommy. Spotting an opening, I
cut ,down the center lane and laid Tommy 's
pass in for a two-pointer. The crowdlet
out a tremendous cheer, and I felt pretty
good myself. After a tight first quarter,
the Coaltown forewards went into high
gear, and we trailed at halftime, 41-31.
As I walked toward the dressing room,
NAN DiVALERlO, '51
I heard somebody shout, "Thats the way
to play basketball, Glendale. Keep. fight-
ing." While I sat in the dressing room, I
thought to myself, "Who cares if I play
a good game or not? No matter how I play,
if the team wins, I'1n a hero, and if they
lose, I'm a bumf'
In the opening minutes of the second
half, I managed to give off some very nice
passes, and we cut the margin down to two
points. It remained that way until the
fourth quarter. I opened the final period
by making a beautiful one-hander to tie
the game and followed that up by sinking
a long set shot, which brought the crowd
screaming from their seats. Suddenly I
saw a momentary pause by my opponent
and took the opportunity to intercept a
pass intended for him. I dribbled down
court and laid it up for two points. The
crowd went wild, and all of a sudden it hit
me! These fans weren't cheering because
I was scoring, they were cheering because
the school team was winning. They didn 't
care who scored as long as the team was
winning. Every fan in the gym was play-
ing that game, not just the ten men on the
Well, the lead soon disappeared when
the Coaltowners came roaring back, but I
matched them, point for point. One-hand
shots, set shots, impossible shots-I made
them all. I wanted to win, not for self
glory but for the school. I was filled with
the thing they call school spirit. Then it
happened. With twenty seconds remaining
and the score tied, I fumbled away an easy
pass. An alert Coaltown forward grabbed
the ball and raced down court for the win-
In the dressing room after the game, l
was almost in tears. I suddenly felt a hand
on my shoulder. I looked up and saw Tony
standing there. Expecting words of anger
and disgust, I was surprised to hear him
say, "You played a swell game, and you
didn't deserve to fumble that pass, but
we're not holding it against youf' He was
smiling as he said this and, as I looked
around, the others were smiling, too. l
thought to myself, "You won after all.
The team lost the game, but you got some
school spirit, and that was more i111-
Christmas comes but once a year,
When it 's gone, we'll shed no teaxr.
Working to hafve everything that will
Wearing ourselves to the very last
Frantically rushing for last minute
We-arily hoping for no more
Reading the story of good old
To children so excited, we fear they'll be
Struggling with the tree, to set it just
Trimming it with balls and bright electric
Wrapping the presents, trying hard to be
Comes the day of great
With big, luscious turkey, and gift
Forgotten is our weariness of the month 's
Isn't it wonderful!
You will not be tempted as Meg- was
If Ye Have Faith
As Meg sank into the nearest vacant seat
on the train, she was tired in every inch
of her five-feet four, tired from her russet
velvet tam that sat jauntily on her black
bob to the platform soles of her neat brown
shoes. The company had given all the ein-
ployees one afternoon in which to Christ-
mas shop, and Meg had been in and out of
shops all afternoon. It was discouraging to
shop with prices so inflated, and when one
lived under the rule of the scrowling
household god, 4'Budget,,' it took the fun
out of shopping.
She had all her gifts now, though Ted's
present had been wrapped and sent weeks
ago with those to go to the armed forces in
Korea. What kind of Christmas would it
be anyway with Ted away? A tired tear
of self-pity slid down Meg's cheek. Sur-
reptiitiously she wiped her face and blinked
from the Window as the train drew near
the little town Where Ted and she had
bought their first home a few months be-
fore. At the thought of the little bungalow
Meg stiffened. They had been so afraid
they would lose it that, when Ted was sud-
denly 'called back into service, he had in-
sisted that they rent it and that she return
to her parents' house until he was out of
service. Meg had listened to his careful
plans for her and seemed to agree. She
really hadn't thought what they meant at
the time, and in the excitement of his de-
parture, Ted had taken it for granted that
she would carry them out. That did 'not
mean she had promised anything.
With a sudden change of humor, Meg
smiled to herself. Wouldn't Ted be sur-
prised when he came home and found she
was a working woman and their things
were still secure in their little home?
Still smiling to herself, Meg set the little
house in order that evening before she left
to spend Christmas Eve with her parents
in another part of town. Only when she
was arranging the manger scene beneath
a tiny table tree did she again let a tear
fall. As she placed the Virgin Mary near
the little manger, it seemed that the little
blue-clad plaster figure was smiling at her.
NAN DNALERIO, '51
Mary and Joseph had found it hard go-
ing, too, she recalled. There had always
been tyrants and strife, but Mary and
Joseph had believed in Godfs promises and
through their faith had brought hope and
light to mankind. Meg picked up the little
figure and gazed into its peaceful face.
She would try to have faith, but she felt
so alone. Mary and Joseph had had each
other on that far-off Christmas Eve. It
had been weeks since she had heard from
Ted. Carefully she locked the bungalow
door, and as she trudged through the new
fallen snow, she wept softly.
When her parents had retired for the
night, Meg went quietly to her mother 's
kitchen cabinet. She knew her mother had
a box of tiny pellets there. Yes, it was still
there on the orderly shelf. She poured the
little pills into the pahn of her hand and
looked at them. One of these tiny pills had
allowed her mother to get a night's needed
sleep when she had been ill. Would several
A faint rustling sound
Disturbed the still night,
Q And in the soft glow
Of the yellow street light
I saw snowflakes swirl,
All shimmering white,
In a dance of mad ecstasy.
give Meg release from loneliness and
worry? How very, very tiny they were-
as tiny as-What was it that was the
tiniest of seeds? Suddenly Meg remember-
ed. It was a mustard seed.
In the quiet kitchen she seemed to hear
the words, "If ye have faith as a grain of
mustard seed, ye shall say unto this moun-
tain, remove hence to yonder placeg and it
shall removeg and nothing shall be impos-
sible unto you."
Little homes would grow and Christmas
candles would glow in them on other
Christmases. The spirit of Christ was not
to be down-trodden while His followers
had faith in God's promises. Meg put the
box of pills back and quietly closed the
closet door, -
Softly across the night she heard the
Christmas chimes ring out their song of
hope for peace on earth.
LOIS WRIGLEY, '53
The 'voice of the snowflakes
Became a long sigh-
Come dance 5 dance in splendor,
Tomorrow we die.
But tonight in perfection
Descend from the sky,
In a dance of sweet ecstasy.
P IE, .
Yes, tonight we must dance
For tomorrow we dkie,
Gray and despondent
On earth we shall lie,
But tonight let us dance
In farewell to the sky, .
A dance of sad ecstasy.
BARBARA FLOWER, '51
BUD GOODWIN, '51
Student Government Day had arrived
at last. Pupils of Abington High School
were to be given a chance to demonstrate
their ability as teachers and administra-
tors of school affairs. To make the sit-
uation realistic, the faculty volunteered
to act as pupils. Terrified by the re-
sponsibility confronting them, student
teachers appealed to acting principal Joe
Butch, to declare a holiday. Doubtful as
to his authority, Joe nervously telephoned
Dr. English, school superintendent, re-
questing permission to have radio station
WFIL announce cancellation of school
because snow had been forecast for the
day. Joe's request was courteously re-
fused, and Dr. English quoted the state
law which recommended cancellation of
school only when snow reached a depth
of nine feet.
Fast-thinking Joe then called a special
assembly, which, he thought, would take
up quite a bit of time and automatically
shorten the periods for the rest of the
day. As assembly was about to begin,
Wally' Carroll asked permission to make
an announcement. He ascended the plat-
form and said, "Will the owner of the
1914 Stanley Steamer which is hidden
behind the cottage please move it so that
the United Parcel truck can make a de-
livery?" Mr. Tate sheepishly tried to
leave the auditorium unnoticed, but his
squeaking shoes gave him away and he
was revealed as the owner of the four-
For entertainment, a men's sextet com-
posed of Messrs Grun, Cole, Kreider,
Snodgrass, Glatthorn, and Burlington, ac-
companied by Mr. Gernert, sang two
selections: "Rudolph the Red Nosed
Reindeer", and Spike J ones' arrangement
of "All I want for Christmas is My Two
Front Teeth". Following these delight-
ful musical renditions, Principal Butch
appointed the student teachers for the
day, and Mr. Gernert gave a few pointers
to the faculty as to their behavior in
Joan Suplee took over as school secre-
tary and was busily handling a group of
tar-dy pupils, the first of whom was Mr.
Davison. He hung his head in shame as
Joan read this excuse: "Dear Teacher:
Please excuse John for being late as he
refused to take his cod liver oil pill, and
I could not let him leave until he had his
vitamins. I found that he had been hiding
the capsules under the rug, and I fear
that he has been led astray by some of his
schoolmates.-Signed, Mrs. Davison".
In the gym, Dot Rapp tried to be an
eflicient athletic director. Mrs. Thomp-
son, who was energetically practicing on
the face-vault, put a little too much oomph
into her jump and went hea cl-first through
an open window. No one could remember
any first-aid so a rush call was sent out
for Nancy Kerr, who was substituting as
school doctor. Following her examination,
Nancy advised that the unconscious
athlete be taken home immediately. As
the limp body was carried out, Nancy
helpfully said, "See that she is given one
of three little green pills every hour until
she wakes up, and if she hasn't regained
consciousness by Sunday, have the family
call me. She is very lucky because, if
that window hadn't been open, she might
have been decapitatedn.
History class was an ordeal for
Elizabeth fBetsyJ Finney, who was pain-
fully aware that her pupils knew a lot
more about the subject than she did.
When she found that Mr. Pawling had
signed "Charlie" on his test paper, Betsy
gleefully announced that he could write
"Charles F. Pawling" five thousand times
so that he would remember nicknames
were never tolerated in class. Betsy was
exasperated when two women teachers
were seen putting on makeup, saying that
they just had to keep up with their map-
Lunchtime was a welcome respite. In
the cafeteria Mr. Smiley was caught
sneaking into line ahead of Miss Halde-
man. For this oifense he was given four
hours' detention. On the counters were
generous platters of food, and Managers
Ruth Emerich and Pat Rot-h oiered a
352.00 prize to the lucky person suggesting
the most appropriate name for the dish
being served that day. Some of the sug-
gestions handed in sent Ruth and Pat sob-
bing to the girls' locker rooms.
During second lunch period, Byron
Smith attempted to repair the defective
bell system. By mistake he rang the 'fire
alarm, sending everyone dashing out into
the cold. A couple of extremely hungry
teachers remained in the cafeteria, and
when the managers returned, three blue-
berry pies had disappeared. The culprits
were easily detected when Pop Smith and
Miss Cathell were found guiltily trying
to remove berry stains from their lips.
Detention for a week was their punish-
Library work nearly drove Nancy
Stanert insane. In a very short time, his-
tory books were on the science reference
shelves. Later she discovered Mr. Burl-
ington had borrowed all the science books
to write a biology report on the life his-
tory of a groundhog. It seems he and Mr.
Rauch were competing for the best
grades, and Mr. Burlington was deter-
mined to get all the material. Any that
he would not need he hid from Mr. Rauch.
In the corridors, art instructors Elli
, BUD GOODWIN, '51
Rickert and Nan DiValerio kept their
pupils busily at Work on a futuristic
mural depicting the arrival of a busload
of merry Abington students. The artists
were constantly annoyed by Don Rieco,
who stood ostentatiously on his head in
an attempt to figure out the designs.
At three p. ni. the exhausted Abing-
tonians were only too glad to go home for
a Well deserved rest. The faculty roared
with laughter as the busloads of students
hurriedly left the school With no thought
of extra-curricular activities that day.
The teachers felt positive that their
ipupils would be amazingly quiet and co-
operative after suffering through one day
of reversed positions.
JEANNE SARGENT, '51
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From morn 'til night what do I hear
But "CQ ten" ringing in my ear?
My brother's a "radio ham", you see,
So raclio's not strange to me.
He talks to friends both near and far,
With a "rig" at home and one in the car.
Our olinner's ready, but Dick's not yetg
It's six, and time to enter the "net"
H e'll rush upstairs at five of eight
For a chat with Bobg he oan't be late!
Then off to Mobile Club he goesg
Just when he 'll be home--nobody knows.
By twelve o'clock he 's back-but then
What do we hear but code again!
The same routine from day to day,
H e 's 'fradio-active" I would say!
Our Little. War
I wandered today on a battlefield,
Where lately a victor stood.
He watched his enemy driven back,
And he laughed and cheered when he
The field is littered with blood and mud,
And rations are strewn on the ground.
The turf is torn and beaten down 5
The grass is dirty and browned.
Papers and trash confuse my way 5
The goal no longer in sight.
It was smashed into pieces-souvenirs
To remember the day of the fight.
For the papers are programs and pennants
The rations-hot dogs and pop.
The blood is ketchup spilled in haste
When the enemy wouldn't stop.
For the battle took place on a football
But the glory is still the same
As our high school cheered on that after-
When we won our toughest game.
PATRICIA WELLS, '51
A Gay Goodbye
A shower of gold and red and brown
Came flying, flitting, fluttering down.
It looked like a host of butterflies
Drifting down from the autumn skies.
'Twas really a band of bright colored
Saying goodbye to their family trees.
MARIAN Mou., '52 WILLIAM LAPP, '52
If this is your town and your home,
Can It Happen Again.
The snow swirls gently to the ground
as the small grey donkey picks its way
along the paved walk. The man and woman
accompanying it seem picturesque and
quaint in contrast with the tall buildings
and bridges of an industrial city. Here
and there a late shopper, hurrying home
to his warm, well-lighted home, casts an
inquiring glance toward the three snow-
sprinkled figures. Often, along the way,
the tired pilgrim makes his way to a house
and knocks on the door to beg shelter for
his wife and beast. But unfortunately man
has not changed in the past two thousand
years, and the travelers are turned away-
still lonely, still quiet.
Within the houses, the people are like-
wise quiet and seem to have lost their fes-
tive spirit. They turn to look at one anoth-
er, seeking to rectify what they have done.
They seem to have lost all interest in the
trees decked with gaudy trimmings and
bowed to the floor with a load of gifts. Tt
is almost as though they have forgotten
why they are gathered. No one begins an
old carol to be joined by others as has been
the custom for many years.
And out in the dark night the trio moves
quietly, almost ominously, on through the
dim streets. Far down in the crowded nar-
row alleys, where homes which can afford
no children are crowded with shabby, piti-
ful children--so easily pleased by some
meager present, the three halt and are ap-
proached by two of these l1!lf0I'tllIl8,t6S.
The boy, sunken of cheek, thin of frame,
clutches his sister 's bony hand, and both
peer inquisitively into the faces of the two
strangers. Seeing that they shiver from the
cold and their faces are drawn and tired,
the children draw the strangers into a
wretched tenement, whose creaky steps
seem to ereak a little less under the stran-
gers' footsteps than under those accus-
tomed to tread there. Even the burro
stands quietly content inside the door
while the children rub the snow and water
out of his soft coat and feed him bread
crust from their meager store.
As the strangers warm themselves by
A LORRAINE BATES, '51
the tiny stove and partake of the humble
food, they smile once more, and as they
smile, the shadow seems to lift from the
entire towng once again friend greets
friend and the warm, glorious carols ring
out across the now moonlit snow. The fes-
tive trees, drooping before under the fore-
boding silence, stretch their scented green-
ness toward the very roofs of the city. The
people throw off their lethargy to re-
plenish the yuletide fires, which have sunk
A silvery carol rings
On the wy air of night,
Perhaps an angel sings
A song of his delight.
A. willing song of gladness
In hearts where sorrow dwells.
The music on the frosty air
Awakes the qwiet morn,
And joyous carols everywhere
Proelaim that Christ is born.
BARBARA FLOWER, '51
THELMA KALEN, '51
to hardly glowing embers. I
But though the homes are once more
bright and cheerful, and the spirit of glad-
ness once more reigns supreme-one and
then another of the people shudders as
though feeling some deathly, far-off chill.
They will a long time remember when the
shadows of their own greed and self-satis
faction almost smothered the fires of
CAROLYN CLARK, '51
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Three wise men of old followed a star-
And found a King.
They knelt and adored Himg
Gold, franhincense, and myrrh
Were their offering.
H e was an infant,
But they saw His divinity 5
The stable was rough and unclean,
But they saw His beauty.
Mary bore- Him to the world
That crucified Him.
The heavens proclaimed His holy birth
While J oseph, a humble man,
Poured music from his heart.
Christ the King was born.
NANCY KERR, '51
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Pray that you never feel the terror of
The crystalline snow sifted down to the
forest below. It covered familiar spots with
sheets of white, lying thick under the stark
branches of the leafless trees, jumping up
wherever there was even a hint of a spot
where a drift might be formed. It burden-
ed the pines with heavy loads, which oc-
casionally fell to the floor underneath. All
that night and the next day it snowed. On
the evening of the second day the storm
ceased. The pale moon which rose that
night seemed cold and remote to a com-
pletely changed world.
A black spot, contrasting sharply with
the alabaster mound at the base of the
hemlock, quivered as a snowshoe rabbit
tested the wind. Suddenly his Whole body
tensed, for the wind which swept his back
trail carried the taint of a weasel. The rab-
bit choked back a feeling of panic, he
knew as surely as he lived that even now a
killer was stalking him. With a convulsive
Spring he shook off the snow and leaped
away. He' jumped high every now and then
to look back but was soon lost to sight
among the blackpillars of trees. Presently
an elusive shadow slipped after him.
After a few hundred yards the hare
stopped to test the wind again. Still came
the dreaded killer's scent, stronger now
and more terrifying. He spurted on, side-
jumping and back-tracking frantically.
Farther back, the weasel still hung grim-
ly to the spoor of his prey, his lithe whip-
cord body undulating as he followed. His
beady eyes were shot with blood and lust
and excitement of the kill. The rabbit was
tiring rapidly now, and the weasel began
to gain. The rabbit glanced behind, and,
seeing the slinking form coming faster,
made a last hysterical effort to escape, but
to no avail. Swiftly forward bounded his
pursuer. As the vicious looking, diamond-
shaped head darted in with a lightning
feint to avoid the lunging back-teeth of the
rodent, the merciful snow hushed a death
scream while the weasel's teeth met in the
throat of his victim.
About a hundred feet distant the top of
a tall stump took wings and glided silently
toward the strangled sound. Great yellow
eyes distinguished a sinuous animal tear-
ing at a still form lying in the snow. Soft
feathers gave no warning when the eagle
dropped. Hunting was good that night.
RICHARD WEPPNER, '52
THELMA KALEN, '51
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It all started so suddenly. They had
been happy and peaceful for such a long
time, but now look at them! They're
terrorized. Some of them have been
wounded and others killed so that they
don 't dare come out during the day at all.
But it 's only recently that it all began.
Just such a short time ago they had noth-
ing to Worry about except obtaining food,
and even that wasn't much of a problem
because the food was there aplenty during
the fall. The days seemed sunny and time
went rapidly when suddenly-it came!
It was very early on the morning of
November iirst. One of them had gotten
up and gone out for a look around. As
he glanced down, he spied a hideous
monster clutching something long and
shiny. This creature apparently didn't
see him, so he sat there, terror stricken,
and Watched the giant as it lumbered
along. After a little While, this monster
turned around and started for him. Then
it was looking right at him. It was too
late to rung therefore the only thing to do
was freeze and hope the monster Wouldn't
see him. The creature suddenly stopped
and raised the long shiny object it carried.
There was a thunderous explosion, fol-
lowed by a hush as some leaves spattered
down. A hot, piercing pain shot through
the one who Was hiding. He staggered.
No, he couldnit fall, he must get back
home. Painfully he made his Way back,
crawled through the door, and fell sense-
less to the iioor.
When he came to, darkness had settled
down, and With it the monster had ap-
parently-left. He wondered just how soon
the terror would return. Well, at least
there was one compensation, those big
creatures Wouldn 't be able to climb up to
his house. He licked his wounded shoulder
and shuddered with fright.
It 's terrible to be a squirrel during
ANDRE BOISSEVAIN, '51
Four Little Stinkers
Most of our friends are ready to run
when they see our pet skunks, but we find
them the most affectionate of little
One day last summer we were riding
down the pike when we noticed a group of
Electric Company men looking at some
objects. As we came closer, we saw four
little "kitties" sitting huddled together at
the curb. Their mother lay dead in the
road, where an auto had just hit her.
As the men said they didn't Want the
babies, we packed them into the car and
took them to the veterinarian. After his
deodorizing treatment, we brought them
home and named them Tweed, Abientot,
Shanghai, and Confetti-and called them
our " Lentheric Package. "
We fed them warm milk several times a
day. They grew and soon took meat and
table foods. Two of the kitties we took to
the home of the vet, the other two we kept.
One kitty got into a fight and died of blood
poisoning, but the other one grew fat and
The last one left, Tweed, we take on
walks on a leash. He likes to climb steps.
His favorite food is eggs.. When we put a
whole unbroken egg into his cage, he tries
to get it into his paws and bite it. Very
much disgusted and very angry when he
canit get his teeth around the egg, Tweed
stamps his feet and hisses. When he finally
gets his teeth into the egg, he makes a hole
and sucks the egg through the shell.
He is affectionate with me and curls up
into my lap, sticking his little head under
my belt, wrapping his paws around my
hand, and holding tight. When he sleeps
at night, he digs a hole in the straw and
rolls up into a ball.
Besides Tweed, we also have an older
Hkittyn named Gardenia. Both Gardenia
and Tweed are domesticated, but at night
they have been known to have friends
from the woods visit them, who are not nice
"kitties" like our pet skunks!
JEANNE BLAETZ, '52
BETTE RILEY, '51
GEORGE PORTER, '53
Five billion miles from the planet Earth,
a strange object sped through the void.
It was a black metallic ball, three-feet in
diameter. Inside the spaceship, for that's
what it was, were a set of controls, a video
screen, and complete living quarters for
one, with provisions for two years. In the
small circular net which served as a bed
laythe sole occupant of the ship, sleeping
soundly. It was a strange animal, only six
inches high and vaguely resembling a
mouse. On its head was a. pair of antennae
tipped with small discs. Its tail was split
in two and curled around, making a pin-
cerlike arrangement. It stirred and awoke.
Immediately its whole body turned a bril-
liant glowing green. This was a Pfftion
Fu-tt from a solar system of the fourth
The office was crowded as the five men
sat discussing the launching of a new
rocket to another galaxy. Earth had al-
ready flown to and colonized every planet
in their solar system, and now they were
going to try to reach the fourth galaxy.
One of the men suddenly stood up and
said, "Fools! Don 't you realize that we 're
not ready for this project yet? Can't you
see that we will only run into trouble? I
Paul didn't believe in any such
say let's abandon this whole thing until
we settle some of our own problems. For
example, take the--." He was inter-
rupted by a messenger, who walked over to
him and handed him a tele-dispatch. He
read it quickly, then exclaimed, "Great
Scott! It says that a strange black sphere
has landed near Arlington Memorial
Cemetery not three miles from here !"
The men hurried to a waiting black
sedan and were quickly driven to the ceme-
tery. When they reached their destination,
an orderly greeted them and rushed them
over to General Carson, who was in com-
mand of a squadron of marines covering
the mysterious ball with rifles and two
light cannon. Suddenly the sphere began
to glow, and a bubble appeared on one
side. The bubble became thinner and thin-
ner until i't finally popped.
There stood the Pfftion Futt, its anten-
nae slightly swaying in the breeze. It held
a strange device between the two parts of
its pincer-like tail. After placing a Weird
helmet on its head, it pointed to the screen
of the device with its antennae, which pro-
truded through the helmet. The officials
stood amazed as the Futt's thoughts were
written in English on the screen. Even
more amazing was the following message
which appeared there: "I am an in-
habitant of the planet Pfft, sent to inform
you that we of Pfft do not want you to
send any device into or near the fourth
galaxy. We have the power to stop any re-
sistance which we may encounter from
you. Watch." The Futt placed the discs
on its antennae together, and a strange
beam of blue light shot out and melted
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we can do," continued the screen. "I will
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The Futt turned to start back to its ship.
General Carson yelled, "Fire!" and the
rifles, which had survived the blue beam,
were discharged by the waiting marines.
Because of a few wild shots, the Futt was
only wounded. It staggered back to the
ship and mumbled something into a strange
microphone-like instrument before a second
shot dropped it where it stood.
"Look!" cried one of the group with
alarm and pointed to the device. A single
word remained on its quickly fading
screen: "Attack "
In 1995 earth may be destroyed by
My name is Hurd James. I am fifteen
years old and a junior in high school.
Maybe you could say we, the average
American boys, were responsible for what
was to happen. Here is my story.
It was two weeks before Christmas, in
the year 1995. "The Man" was breaking
all sales records all over the country and
GEORGE PORTER, '53
Two months later, when a spaceporft
oiiicer was checking the course of a
freighter from Mars, he noticed thousands
of extra blips on the radar screen. He
quickly switched to a closer frequency and
saw, to his horror, that each blip was a
black spherical space ship from the fourth
"VVhew!" sighed Paul as he laid down
the magazine he was reading, "that was
some science-fiction story. Of course, it
couldn't ever come true." He picked up
the evening paper. The headline read,
"Strange Sphere Lands in Arlington Me-
DAVID DURST, '53
in Canada. What, you ask, was "The
Manu? "The Man" Was a robot, only
a different kind of robot, for as soon as
a switch was turned, it would obey any
simple command. Everywhere everyone
was hailing it as the greatest invention
since toy jet cars. It was about four feet
tall and made of metal. Best of all, it
cost only five dollars. It was made by a
small, unknown company.
Every boy on the block had one or was
getting one for Christmas, and I was no
exception. Almost all the conversation
was about "The Man," and all of us could
hardly wait to own one.
Finally Christmas came, and I feverish-
ly hunted for the box in which "The Man"
rested. At last I found it and hurriedly
put the robot together with almost super-
human speed. When it was finished, I
spoke my Hrst command, "Walk," and it
walked. Completely enthralled, I gave it
other simple directions, which it followed.
All afternoon I played with it, stopping
just long enough for dinner. I telephoned
my friends, and they all had a "Man"
and were just as excited as I.
Only too soon night came, and at ten
I drowsily went to bed and immediately
fell asleep, dreaming of "The Man."
Suddenly there were screams from
every direction. Instinctively I held my
hands over my ears. My first thought
was, "It's a nightmare," but as the
screams increased, I looked out of the
window. There my eyes saw what my
mind did not believe. There, there in the
streets were hundreds of "Men," all
armed with guns, against which the peo-
ple were powerless. Then, a wild' thought
struck my mind-invasion. Yes, our
teacher had said the Martians might look
like this. And we had laughed! But there
was no laughing now, just stark, naked
terror. Only later was I to know the
truth of my guess. The Martians, who
looked exactly like "The Men," had used
"The Men" as decoys, later mingling
with them in their invasion of the earth.
But now, I dressed and, rushed wildly
toward the door-and stopped, for the
door slowly opened and two "Men,"
Martians now, stood there.
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Then they spoke, not through the
mouth, but by mental telepathy., They
ordered me to go, and I went, too shaken
to do anything else. Now we were the
robots, and the Martians' were our
As we reached the street, I took a wild
look around, and despair flew into my
heart. Everywhere there were chaos and
ruin. There was no hope for Earth. As
the two strongest countries on Earth fell,
so did Earth.
Now, after five years, I am the only
person left of what was the teeming,
throbbing millions of New York City. I
am a slave now, working in the far bowels
of Mars, digging, ever digging, and get-
ting weaker and weaker every day.
And there is no hope-or is there? As
we made our mistake, perhaps some one,
someday, might learn from Earth's ex-
perience. Perhaps they will.
TYKE TAMU RA, '53
NAN DIVALERIO, '51
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Ahh' ' 'a r
September 8-What a time! Flocks of wide-eyed sophomores tramped
the halls a.nd added to the general confusion of any opening session. My
classes are wonderful, but rather noisy amid the clatter of falling stone and
hammering that goes along with the construction of new 'Lire towers. Looks
like a wonderful year.
September 29-We won our first football game of this season tonight
under the lights. Joe Dinkins streaked down the Held through the whole
Haverford team to score our winning touchdowns, as Abington started their
league race with a spirited victory.
October 27-Tonight was just over too soon. The whole gang came to
"Freundschaft 'l'anz," and what a time we had playing Canasta and dancing!
We never did pick a ping-pong champion. but it took old-fashioned cider and
doughnuts to cool us oif after some heated contests. The 55100 profit from this
Student Council Open House will buy a three-speed record player for our
affiliate in Germany.
October 30-This school resembled M. G. M. today. From Mrs. Wyatt's
usually quiet ohice came sounds of dramatic. emotional voices. Upon in-
vestigation I found nervous seniors trying' out for their play. I wish them luck.
October 31-Seventy civic-minded' Abingtonians left for a day's session
at the United Nations. Six-thirty was an unmerciful hour for the poor dears
to have to leave. Guess the New Yorkers didn't know what to make of the
two carloads of strange creatures passing through their fair city.
A few students had high ideals for settling the world problems, but
listening to one Russian attack for fifteen minutes was enough to discourage
the best peacemakers.
Our soccer team gave its all today. but the Ha.llowe'en jinx was on Abing-
ton. We tied a powerful Lower Merion team in a game we had' to win to cap-
ture the championship. It looks like a fine crew for next year's season.
Novmber 10-"Trix on the Styx", an underworld of mystery, was created
tonight for the Latin Club turnabout. Under the red lights from "down
under", we danced to Bud Reilly 's eerie orchestra until the strains of "Good-
night Sweetheartn sent starry-eyed couples homeward.
While the Latin Clubbers danced, up at the P. S. P. A. convention in
Allentown, we walked away with no less than 25 individual awards. The
Yearbook and Oracle earned tirsts while the Abingtonian rated second in the
state contest. ,
November 17--School spirit ran to new heights today! The gym was gaily
decorated in school colors, and the pre-Panther pep meeting bubbled over
with excitement as parents and former grid stars came to give their support.
Teachers paraded in, wearing little maroon and white hats, as Jim Montague
led the band. Head cheerleader, Betty Lou Wilson, ably assisted by her squad,
led with cheering that practically raised the roof. Coach Snodgrass remarked
that it was one of the finest exhibitions of pirit that he had ever seen.
November 18-We did it again! In the 26th annual game with Cheltenham,
Abington defeated the Panthers, 'Li-. 6. Cheltenham scored the first touchdown.
but their try for the extra point was blocked by Wally Carroll.
Cheltenham rooters screamed for joy, but their celebration didn 't last
long. Abington 's John Dennis, a sophomore, caught a 13-yard touchdown
pass for the tying score, and Bob Frick kicked the extra point to give the
Ghosts their 16th win over the tamed Panthers. Boy, for sheer tight our
team just c0u1dn't be beaten. They held that lead through three long quarters
with little Ted' Kitson ripping through for long gains whenever he carried
December 8-Tonight was the first performance of "Mother Is a Fresh-
man". Proud parents beamed from ear to ear and so did cast and coaches. The
seniors said they were scared stiif, but they really didn't show it .
Practices were certainly hectic with competition from the carpenters
working on the fire towers. At times the thespians had to yell at the top of
their voice just to be heard. Mrs. Wyatt and Mr. Gantt surely deserve a
lot of credit for their efforts.
December 22-Vacation at last! The school looked like a winter wonder-
land with a beautiful tree in the main hall and all the homerooms decorated
for the contest. A godd-hearted grroup of students and teachers made the
annual trip to Christ 's Home to give a party for the old people. and the music
department added to the Christmas spirit with their Yuletide carols.
Everyone is leaving school with the intent to make New Year's resolutions
like "I'll always have my homework in on time !" Hope they keep them.
Rex thought he cou1dn't win without
ELLI RICKERT, '51
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Rex Adams was the hero of the Crown
Point High School cross-country squad,
and he looked every bit the part, tall with
powerful shoulders and a deep chest,
tapering off at the Waist to a pair of long
slender running legs that were made to
carry him over hill and dale with the speed
and grace of a greyhound. Rex had been
a varsity harrier since his sophomore
year, and this year as a senior he had
paced his teamlmates to victory after vic-
tory over every opponent on their
Rex had natural talent, and everyone
knew this but the boy himself. Like many
boys of his religion, he wore a little silver
holy medal around his neck. However,
Rex had much more confidence in his little
silver medal than did most boys. With
that medal around his neck Rex felt defeat
was impossible and victory inevitable.
The team was in perfect shape on the
eve of the district championships, and it
looked as though Crown Point was a sure
thing to win.
As Rex made his way home from school
deep in thought over the big meet the next
day, he passed by a lot where a group of
his friends were playing touch football.
Rex remembered what the coach had told
him. "You can't play two games at once
and win, don't take a chance by playing
football or any other outside sport before
the Districts." But when his pals invited
him to join their game, Rex just couldn't
resist and, "Besides," he thought, "it'll
help me forget the Districts for a little
As the boy got ready for bed that night,
he discovered his loss-the medal was gone!
"The chain must have broken in this after-
noonls game," he thought.
Rex pulled on his clothes and, taking a
flashlight from his drawer, dashed down
stairs and out of the house. He hurried to
the lot where he had joined his pals in
their game and covered every inch on his
hands and knees, never giving up until his
batteries gave out.
The next day in school he put the same
question to everyone he met: "Have you
seen my medal, you know, my little silver
medal?" but the answer was always a
When the time came to leave for the Dis-
tricts, the medal still hadn't turned up.
Feeling beaten before the gun, Rex climb-
ed aboard the bus and sank into a rear seat.
As the bus rolled along, Rex became
aware of the low, nervous, but confident-
chatter of his teammates. He looked around
him. They were a melting pot of different
faiths, some of his own religion, a Jewish
boy, a Baptist, but all working together
for one cause, which they all agreed was
a worthy one. Without medals, without
even the same faith he held so dear, they
had followed him through a season of vic-
tories long to be remembered in the annals
of Crown Point cross-country. They all
had faith in the Lord, but they also had
another faith he now noticed-a faith in
themselves, something he lacked. The medal
was made by the hand of man, but he him-
self, his legs, his physical strength, they
were all direct works of God, and he had
to believe in them.
As he started to leave the bus for the
Districts course, with a feeling of self-con-
fidence growing inside him, the coach
stopped him and, with the words, "I
thought you might want this," handed
Rex the lost medal. The boy gazed at it in
his hand, then, after a moment's hesita-
tion, he handed it back to the coach, say-
ing, "This time I'll do it by myself' '
Today Rex Adams wears two silver
medals. There 's an inscription on one that
reads: H1950 District V Champion."
ROBERT NAYLOR, '52
The Richest Moment of My Life
Did you ever see a million dollars all at
once? Packs of one, five, ten, twenty, fifty,
hundred, five hundred, and thousand
dollar bills piled high on a table before
your very eyes?
This really happened to me. There I was
inside a large bank vault with the bank
president and an armed guard presiding
over the money and television cameramen,
newspaper reporters, photographers, bank
officials, and students representing other
schools surrounding me.
This was Bank Day in Philadelphia, and
a group of students were touring the Phila-
delphia Corn Exchange Bank. I guess we
were dreaming at that time what we could
do with all that money when a newspaper
photographer grabbed my arm and led me
to that piled up table.
' Then the bank official informed me that
I, with the help of another girl, was to
pose for a publicity stunt celebrating
"Bank Day." Amazingly enough, I was to
handle all this money, placing a half a
million dollars in the arms of the other
The stage was set, and all eyes were
upon us as the picture was snapped. I
never expect to have so much money pass
through my hands again.
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Roy Brill, a sophomore at Abington this
year, is the son of a missionary and has
lived in Africa most of his life. When he
was very young, his parents were sent to
a mission station in the Belgian Congo,
where for many years they worked among
the natives. Roy spoke the native trade
language before he learned to speak Eng-
lish. He later attended a mission school
which had only fowr rooms and sixty
pupils and was run in three-month periods.
Roy, who says that he has enjoyed his
African enzperiences, hopes some day to be
or missionary himself.
Trudging along a narrow, winding path
with tall telephant grass reaching high
overhead, and entangling vines reaching
out to trip the less prudent, I suddenly
leave the maze of grass and vines and
burst upon a small village.
Natives come running out of their huts
with cries of "Sene! Sene! Azi malamu
mingi kutala yo! fHello! Hello! It is good
to see you lj " Each native from the oldest
to the youngest has to shake hands with
me except a few shy ones who hang back.
I see natives with peculiar tribal markings
on their bodies, earrings in their ears,
bracelets and anklets, and many diiierent
kinds of hairdos. The men are wearing
short pants bought at trading posts. One
or two old men have the skins of animals
carelessly thrown around their bodies.
The boys wear a small cloth made from
the bark of a certain tree. The women
and girls wear leaves or what little cloth-
ing their husbands buy them.
I am asked why I have come to stay in
their village. I tell them I want to see what
a native village is like. The capita Chead-
inanl sends some of the men to fix one of
the huts for me to live in. My boys that
brought my food and camp cot are also
given a hut.
On looking around me at the village, I
see ten huts clustered close together with
a lane running down the center. Beside the
larger huts are small huts to store grain in.
In front of each hut burns a fire with
native mea.l cooking in it. Chickens and
goats are running around and getting into
everything. Lean dogs are slinking here
and there around the village.
The men return to tell me my hut in
readiness for me to move into. This hut is
made with poles, sticks, boka ia type of
bambooj, mud, and grass. I inquire how
it was made. They tell me that poles were
put upright in the ground in a circle, then
long sticks were tied on either side of the
poles all the way around. Boca is placed
upright on the outside of the sticks and
tied. Mud is then placed all over this. The
roof is thatched. The inside has a mud floor
and mud walls. After I inspect my dwell-
ing, I set up my camp cot and go out to
join the natives.
"Do you Want to see our villagef' they
ask. 'tBoyo CyesD," I say. The first thing
I see is the inside of one of the huts. On
four poles is a rude platform with a mat
on which two or three people could sleep.
There are two of these platforms. Earthen
pots, spears, mats, bows and arrows are
strewn around the room. It is apparent that
the goats and chickens sleep in the hut
with the natives at night.
I am directed down a well-cleared path
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toward a stream. Here I see the women
carrying pots of water ou their heads while
others are filling theirs. The water is
crystal clear and very cool. Wearily walk-
ing back toward the village after seeing
many interesting things, I notice the gar-
dens where men are working in the cool
At night I stand around the fire with
the natives and have my meal While they
eat theirs. After the meal we sit and talk
about hunting experiences we have had. l
go to sleep with joy in my heart that I
have been able to visit this village and see
the many different native customs and the
people's way of living.
ROY BRILL, '53
My Aquatic Refuge
With a final adjustment of the air
valves, I began my descent into the tepid
crystal-blue Waters of the Gulf of Mexico.
This was my first dive into the realm of
As the water flushed against my face
mask, a tremendous sensation of excite-
ment sped through my body only to be
overshadowed by awe and amazement
when I was completely submerged. There,
spread before me, was a world of peace
and tranquility never equalled in our
world of air-breathers. I had never seen
such an exquisite shade of aquamarine.
The sunlight, reflected from the surface,
sent lazy beams of prismatic colors .danc-
ing along the ocean floor. Instead of a
horizon there was a miraculous blending of
the massy bottom with the enchanting
water. This combination of color and at-
mosphere reminded me of an oriental
garden with soft lilting music filtering
along the tide.
Life in this newly found haven seemed
to move at a pleasantly slow and easy pace,
set to the rhythm of the ebbing of the tide.
The long, deep-green seaweed, which
covered virtually everything, swayed to
and fro in the lazy, systematic motion of
a pendulum doling out the seconds. Even
the sea anenomes kept time with their ten-
tacles, searching for food with their pul-
Myriads of tropical fish sailed slothfully
by, completely ignoring their visitor from
the outer world. The lazy opening and
closing of their mouths and the drowsy
fluttering of their fins fitted perfectly into
There is nothing more beautiful in the
world than lovely bells, but there is also
nothing more nerve-racking than wild,
uncontrolled bells that never cease clang-
This particularly tormenting charac-
teristic of bells is exactly what one en-
counters at Zermatt, Switzerland. There
were all sorts of bells-cat bells, goat
bells, cow bells, and, especially, church
The cat bells are the ones you hear all
night long, accompanied by' eerie screech-
ings and wailings. The goat bells are
heard only at 5:30 a. m. and at 7 p. m.,
when the small boys run through the one
and only street of Zermatt and shout after
the goats, which nibble on the red flowers
in front of the largest hotel. The cow
bells, however, can be heard constantly-
that awful jangling Cthough some claim
it's musicalb up and down the hillsides at
the foot of the Matterhorn. When I Hrst
heard those bells, I was humbly thankful
not to have to live next to such a racket.
But we were not spared, the worst was
yet to come!
There are church bells clanging all the
time. One simply can not escape them.
Thetownsfolk start off at 4 a. m. by ring-
ing two bells of conliicting tones for
fifteen. minutes without a stop. During
the week only two bells are rung at a
this scene of breathtaking beauty.
I had at last discovered a spot left com-
pletely untouched by the fast-moving world
in which we live. Here was a scene virtual-
ly the same now as it was a million years
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time, whereas on Sundays ten of them
clang together. CThere must be sixty,
thoughlj All are of conflicting tones and
completely inharmonious. These bells are
neither musical nor rhythmical. They are
The natives of Zermatt must certainly
be immune to these bells. I think we were
becoming immune to them, too, but not
When someone mentions the name
"Zermatt", most people think immediate-
ly of the Matterhorn. But I don't, I im-
mediately think of bells. For me, these
bells have really become an inseparable
part of the character of Zermatt, and even
though they nearly drove me crazy, I
would, nevertheless, be terribly disap-
pointed if I ever learned that these bells
had stopped ringing.
4 ' MIGNON LINCK, '52
My First American Christmas
I was on the list of Displaced Persons
from Holland for a year and ten months.
Finally on December 16, 1945, the chance
was given to me to go to America. Several
hundred of us sailed on the eighteenth
for the United States. This was my first
chance to go on a ship, and I was so
thrilled with the prospect that I almost
forgot my belongings, what few there
were. We had just about the poorest ac-
commodations that were available, but
it seemed we were riding in luxury com-
pared with what we Were used to.
We sailed for five days and five nights,
and on December 23 I crept up on deck
to get my Hrst glimpse of the Statue of
Liberty. When we docked at tive o'clock,
I was met by four of the most wonderful
people I have ever known. There were
Mrs. Janson, Mr. Janson, 15-year old
Eve, 17-year old Lawrence, and Sparky,
the cocker spaniel.
When we got to their home on Long
Island, Mrs. Janson explained that the
house wa.sn't very neat because they were
getting ready for Christmas. They all
were very helpful, and I was delighted
ELLI RICKERT, '51
with the room I was given, a bright, sunny
room with white ruiiied curtains on all
three windows. The furniture consisted
of a bed, chair, bureau, dressing table,
and a bedside table. I changed for dinner
and went down stairs.
After dinner everyone was busy wrap-
ping packages, baking cakes, and cooking
desserts, and Mr. Janson was out looking
for what he called a Christmas tree, some-
thing I had never heard of. When he
came back, I saw that it was a big six-
'foot pine tree. He told me that they hung
balls and tinsel and a lot of other things
on it. He also said that they put presents
under it and on Christmas day they
We went to bed about nine-thirty and
got up at eight. I did more to get in the
way than to help, but altogether we got
After dinner Mr. Janson brought in the
tree, and after Watching a few minutes
to see how it was done, I helped in the
decorating. That night we all went to
bed early with pleasant dreams.
Everyone was up at six the next morn-
ing, and in an hour the place looked as if
a cyclone had gone through it. We all
had a very pleasant day looking at each
other 's presents, and that night I thought
to myself that this had been the most
wonderful Christmas I had ever ex-
perienced. I knew I WES a very lucky
person to have such wonderful foster
FREDA SCHENKEL, '53
Suddenly she found herself
Have you ever wondered what it would
be like to fly through the clouds or to be
suddenly and swiftly lifted from the
ground, not to reach it again for almost
two hours? Believe it or not, just such a
thrilling experience occurred in my life
this past summer.
I was invited to spend two weeks with
some friends in a small town near Rut-
land, Vermont. You can well imagine my
surprise and delight when Mother sug-
gested that I travel 'there by airplane!
My parents drove me to Lia Guardia
Airport in New York, where I was to
board the plane. As Dad was checking
my baggage in the waiting room, an im-
portant sounding voice, blasting over the
loudspeaker, announced that flight num-
ber twenty would land in about iifteen
We rushed to the window and gazed
breathlessly at a beautiful silver sky-
cruiser circling above. It dropped sud-
denly and rolled to a stop on the airstrip
directly in fron-t of us.
Along with the other excited passengers
I lost no time in getting on board. No
sooner was I seated than the stewardess
told all the passengers to fasten' their
safety belts. The plane lifted swiftly and
soared for the blue sky above. We were
Since everyone else seemed to become
calm after such a smooth start, I settled
down to enjoy myself, Magazines were
available, but I was much more interested
in surveying the interior of the plane.
Thick blue carpet lay on the iloorg a
row of blue leather double seats lined
one side, while a row of single seats lined
the other 5 and tiny blue curtains hung at
each window. The color scheme of blue
and silver was very attractive and ap-
I pushed a gadget on the wall, and im-
mediately the curtains on my window
closed and a small light above them
flashed on. Another gadget controlled a
small air-conditioning system on the floor
near my feet. I
Suddenly it occurred to me that I had
not been aware that we were flying, for
the plane motors could not be heard. I
peered out of the window. The ground
looked so far away! Cars on the high-
ways seemed like tiny ants and the towns
resembled confetti, strewn here and there
over a large patchwork quilt of fields and
woods. And when the plane approached
mountainous country, the scenery became
even more wonderfully unusual.
The mountains reminded me that my
journey was rapidly coming to an end.
Soon I should be on the ground, where my
friends would greet me. It seemed as
though I had just set out. In fact, time
had passed so quickly that I didn't have
a minute to be scared. The trip was com-
pletely enjoyable, and I would have much
to tell my family at home. While I was
thus blissfully musing, the stewardess
called, "Rutland, next stop!"
SHIRLEY JENSEN. '52
Jose declares to this dayit was the
Hand of God
Jose set the broom next to the burro's
stall, brushed his jacket off, and ran across
the large patio to the old wooden door.
Quietly he opened the door and walked
over to the Padre. The Padre was busy
working on a book, but finally he raised
his aged eyes and bid the young boy a plea-
sant good morning, J ose, tense and ex-
cited, came to the point of his early morn-
"Padre, I've worked hard for you-
taking care of the animals and carrying
water-and I thought that maybe-
maybe you would let me ring the bells this
Christmas Eve. You said you would let me
ring them when I grew up."
The padre put his wrinkled hand to his
chin and thought a minute.
Then he replied, "My boy. I can see no
reason why you can't ring the bells this
year. You have watched me ring them ever
since you were a little fellow, and I'm sure
you can ring them just as well as I."
"Oh, thank you, Padre, thank you,"
J ose said. "I can hardly wait until tomor-
row night-Christmas Eve l "
All the next day Jose told his friends
that he Was going to have the great honor
of ringing the bells on Christmas Eve. He
was so happy that he gave his burro some
extra feed and brushed his coat until it
Finally it was time for J ose to goto the
bell tower. He climbed the adobe stairs,
and when he reached the top, he could
look over all the town and surrounding
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countryside. Suddenly he saw his burro
caught in the bramble bushes near the road
leading to the town and the mission. 'Jose
wondered for a minute how the burro
could have gotten out of the stable, but he
put it out of his mind and reached for the
At that moment, the burro brayed so
piteously that J ose decided that it
wouldn't matter too much if the bells were
rung a few minutes late. He raced down
the steps, across the patio, and up the road.
He was freeing the burro from the brambles
when suddenly there was a terrible
rumble and a crash. The earth shook, and
Jose was thrown to the ground. He lay
there trembling, too frightened to move.
After all seemed still and quiet again,
he rose, put his arm around his burro, and
turned toward the mission. He stared in
stark amazement. The bell tower had
crashed to the ground! I .
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THELMA KALEN, '51
What do our vocational students do?
Give a successful dance, play on our var-
sity teams, do repair jobs around school-
oh, yes, they do all that. But how many
students have ever visited Abington 's fine
modern shops? Wliy not join us on a con-
There are five shops in the vocational
department: the auto shop, electrical
shop, machine shop, print shop, and wood
Under Mr. Rapp 's guidance the boys in
the wood shop prepare for some of the
more skilled jobs in the carpenter trade.
The shop is excellently equipped with
lathes, planers, sanders, and saws of all
types. Most of these machines have a suc-
tion system which draws off dust and
chips produced by the work.
The boys work on projects determined
by their own ability and choice. A few of
their products are cedar and mahogany
chests, television tables, all kinds of furni-
ture, and kitchen cabinets. In addition, the
boys do for the school all woodwork that
falls within their capabilities. One of their
more recent projects is the school 's "dog-
house," or refreshment sales booth. which
was first built in the shop by a prefabrica-
tion system. y
Although fifty per cent of the boys in
Mr. McClean's auto shop own their own
cars, the boys will work on anyone 's car if
the job is within their range. The boys are
constantly improving their own cars. The
sophomores learn automobile theory and
work on smaller jobs in the shop, while the
juniors and seniors do more advanced
work. In the shop, there are several prac-
tice engines and a practice car, on which
the boys gain practical experience. All stu-
dents learn theory in regular instruction
classes and are being thoroughly prepared
for employment in the auto-mechanic
More theory is taught in the electrical
shop than in any other shop course. Under
Mr. Cole's tutelage the sophomores learn
splices and simple wiring, then progress
into housewiring and radio trouble shoot-
ing. The more advanced students repair
radios and electrical appliances. One of the
important functions of the electric shop is
the maintenance of the school's P. A.
system. The boys will willingly do work
for the faculty or any member of the stu-
dent body. The course is being planned,
more and more, to train the boys in the
rapidly growing electronic field.
In the machine shop the boys learn the
fundamentals of the basic machinery of
lathe, milling machines, shapers, drill
presses. grinders, hack saws, and benches.
The course gives a great deal of practical
experience as the boys work 8515 of their
time and have theory 1593. Almost every
member of the machine shop has a part-
time job in the machine trade. These boys,
too, have projects which furnish more
practical experience and help them pre-
pare for their vocation. Under Mr. Clark 's
training the boys turn out precision work.
They have obtained from Mr. Clark suf-
ficient knowledge to do all the metal work
for the school. ,
The main idea of Mr. Wortmants print
shop is to teach thoroughly the theory and
production of the printing trade. The
sophomores learn the basic fundamentals
of set type, case, pulling of proof, imposi-
tion, paper study, cutting, press parts, and
operation. The average student must have
ten weeks' basic study before he can do
any practical work on the press.
In the junior and senior years they do
more intricate work and learn by produc-
tion for placement in the printing field.
The work that they turn out for the school
includes PTA programs, census cards, re-
port cards, deposit receipts, registration
cards, and tickets for sports events and
dances, besides many others. The shop does
no outside work but serves the whole town-
ship school system.
The shop boys make up a very im-
portant part of our school system, al-
though too few students realize this. Let 's
get to know our shops better.
RALPH PILLISCHER, '51
On the Wings ofthe Wind
I took a trip to England this summer,
that glorious England of the late eigh-
teenth century. I saw beautiful ladies rid-
ing in their carriages through the streets
of London. I saw fine gentlemen mrolling
through the town on that sunny day.
I saw the country towns and villages,
the large estates, the crumbly castles, fort-
resses of an almost forgotten age. And
then, in a little village in Hertfordshire, I
stopped. I stayed for a while and saw
many new things, I watched while life, a
life I had never seen before, was unfolded
before my very eyes. And as I watched, I
suddenly became a part of its happiness
and heartaches. p
I met Elizabeth Bennett, charming and
spirited. I met the proud, haughty Darcy
and Watched him change from that vain,
conceited creature that he was to a thought-
ful and very human lover. I was intro-
duced to that pompous member of the
clergy, Mr. Collins. I laughed as he made
a fool of himself, but was sickened by his
conceit. I traveled through that same won-
derful England With Elizabeth and her
aunt and uncle, visited Pemberly, the most
talked about estate in Derbyshire, and re-
veled in its natural beauty. I was happy
when my friends were happy, sad when
they were sad.
I traveled on the wings of the wind. I
looked down on life from my magic carpet
high above, and I was delighted with what
I saw. For this was the life I loved, the life
I had been made to love when I drifted
away into the lives of these people, people
whom I shall never forget, real people
whom I met in a priceless volume called
Pride amd Prejudice.
JUDY MOH LER, '52
Two lively boys never dreamed
that it would be their A
Richard Henry Steele paused, panting,
on a two-foot wide rock ledge, high up on
the side of Mount Hilton. He glanced up
at his companion, Robert Andrews, who
was poised on a narrow ledge ten feet
"What d'ya say we take five, Rob? Iim
a bit faggedf'
"I have no objection, Diekf' acquieseed
Rob, smiling. "Fact is I was about to sug-
gest a break, myself."
Dick, grunting and struggling, heaved
himself up over the rim of the ledge and
sat down next to his friend with a sigh of
Both boys were eighteen and just out of
prep school, but presented a striking study
in contrast as they sat side by side on that
wind-swept mountain. Dick, the shorter,
heavier of the two, was a good-looking,
gregarious redhead, who had the enviable
habit of making friends with everybody
he met. Rob, on the other hand, was a tall,
taciturn boy, whose sharp eyes hinted of
the active mind behind them.
Yet Rob and Dick had been inseparable
buddies since their first days at prep
school. They were two of the outstanding
members of their class: Rob, president of
the Student Government and Dick, one of
the best athletes ever developed by the
school. A year ago, they had spent the
summer in the Canadian Rockies, hiking,
mountain climbing, and generally having
the time of their lives. Now, school over
again, they had hastened back once more
to their scenic wonderland.
All summer they had planned this climb.
It would be the perfect ending to their
vacation. 'The fact that it had never been
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done before served only to stimulate their
eager spirits. For the better part of a
month they had been working at the ski
lodge halfway up the mountain, planning
and preparing for this climb.
ln their free hours they had made
photographs and maps of the mountain,
mapping the best possible route, and as-
sembling equipment. They had listened to
a lot of advice, too, most of it from the two
hardened ski instructors at the lodge, Cap
and Will Caldwell. Their advice was usual-
ly worth listening to, however, they in-
sisted that Dick and Rob were foolhardy
and crazy to think of reaching the summit
Yet, here they were, above the 10,000
foot level, with only 1800 feet to go. But
that last 1800 feet was as steep and slip-
pery as any facade they had ever encoun-
tered. It was deemed by Cap and Will, two
experienced Alpinists, to be impossible to
"'Well, Rob," said Dick, getting to his
feet, "let's go,"
The two boys tied themselves on to their
rope and started to pick their way up the
face. lt was slow, careful going, one slip
meant sure death for both of them. Fortu-
nately, there were numerous cracks and
crevices for hand and foot holds as the
boys inched up the mountain.
Three hours later, only a few hundred
feet from the top, Dick, in the lead, spied
an eagle 's nest. He knew that would mean
trouble if disturbed, so he went wide of it.
Once above it, he paused on a ledge for
breath, but that ledge was not solid and
started to give way. Dick leaped desperate-
ly for safety as the ledge crumbled and
tumbled down the mountain. Unfortunate-
ly, the ledge, as it fell, dislodged the eagle 's
nest, and Dick watched with horror as a
winged fury came up to him. He screamed
and tried to protect his face, but the eagle
sank his sharp talons deep into the back of
his neck. Dick lost his balance and toppled
Back at the lodge, Cap and Will sat
around the fire, talking.
"D'ya think the boys have a chance?"
"You know as well as I they won't come
f'Yes," said Cap, with a far-away look
in his eyes, "but I hate to have it happen
to those two. They were two typical Ameri-
can kids Who grew up too fast. They were
cocky and confident and thought they
could conquer the world." He sighed and
shook his head.
"'Well, get your things on, Cap. We 've
got to go and bring them back."
He did not like to think what they would
RODMAN WOOD, '51
Maybe You Didn't Know
Greeting cards were first published in
England in 1844 by Mr. J . Cundall.
The idea to issue a stamp for letters
at Christmas, the proceeds to be used for
some worthy cause, was thought of by a
postal clerk at Copenhagen, Denmark. At
present the proceeds are used in the fight
Gifts are symbols of Christmas because
the Wise Men took gifts to the Holy Child.
People today give them to those they love.
In America a fat, jolly, red-robed figure
represents the spirit of giving at Christ-
mas time. This figure is known as Santa
Claus to every American. Other countries
do not have Santa Claus, but they have
Compiled by CAROL SCHWOERER, '53
All-American points the way from
Seated in a large easy chair, Chuck Bed-
narik motioned us to seats in his spacious
living-room in Overlook Hills. The big,
good-natured football star, dressed in
lounging clothes, was watching movies of
last year's Penn-Army game on television.
In reply to our first question, "My
greatest college thrill," said Chuck Bed-
narik, the husky Eagle center, "took place
when I scored a touchdown against the
Columbia Lions in the Penn-Columbia
game of 1948. The touchdown resulted
from a blocked kick, after which I picked
up the pigskin and amblcd across the
double stripe. Afterwards I threw the ball
into the stands because I was happy, but
the referee gave the team a fifteen-yard
penalty, and I had to kick off from the 25-
"Because I played defensive center, I
intercepted quite a few passes but had
never before scored a touchdown. In the
beginning of the season, I told my team-
mates if I scored I would throw the ba.ll
in the stands and so I did. After the game,
I explained my actions to the referee and
he understood perfectly. "
When asked about the difference between
professional football and college football,
the likable Bethlehem footballer, who sells
insurance in his spare time, replied, ftThe
big difference is the line. Every week you
are playing against All-Americans on the
other teams, hence you must be on your
toes all the time. In college you play a
tough team one week and an easy team the
ELLI RICKERT, '51
next week, but in pro ball you have to be
ready for a. tough game each week. ln my
opinion, 'the best college team could:n'ft
hold a candle to the worst professional
team. The change from college football- to
professional football is the same as the
change from high school football to college
This all-American center from Bethle-
hem, who now resides in Overlook Hills,
takes his vacations at the seashore with his
wife and small son.
When asked about the controversial two-
platoon system, he replied, "As far as the
players go, it is not a good thing because
a player doesn't have a chance to be a
standout if he plays only part of a game.
lt is getting to the point where they will
have to pick two All-American teams-an
offensive and a defensive one. From the
coaches' viewpoint, it is a good system be-
cause it develops better teams. A player
who is terrific on offense but not very good
on defense can be developed into a great
player if just played on one team. Another
point the coaches like is that a lot more
players can make the team, and the con-
stant shifting keeps the two teams sharp
and fresh. The two-platoon system is used
in professional ball for the same reason it
is used in collegesf'
WALLACE CARROLL. '51
Not many fellows would do
WW lr Mfr Jerry sat in Spanish class, his mind a
million miles away, his eyes focused unsee-
ingly on the cold winter sky. Then a sweet
feminine voice broke into his dreams, and
he 'turned to the owner of the voice, who
was translating Spanish as if it were her
native tongue. Soft brown hair, not too
long, not too short, a small nose dotted
with a few freckles, and bright green eyes
were all leaning towards a book grasped
by long, slender fingers. The shrill sound
of the bell stirred the class from its lan-
guid mood and closed the Spanish books.
As Jerry sauntered out of class, his
eyes still dancing, he bumped into some-
one, and looking down, he saw a pair of
smiling green eyes over a small nose.
"Oh, 'scuse me, Cathy, guess I wasn't
"Certainly, Jerry. Oh, Jerry, l wanted
to talk to you for a sec. I---well, the
Junior Miss Club is having its annual
dance, and I was wondering if you would
like to go-iwith me, I mean. ll
NAN DIVALERIO, '51
'4Well, sure, Cathy, sure. I'd love to
"That's swell. Well, 'bye now. Better
hurry or you 'll be late for class. 7'
Jerry closed his mouth and turned over
the last few minutes in his mind. "My
gosh, Cathy asking me to a dance!" he
thought. "I've been trying to get up
enough courage to ask her out all year. Boy,
what a break! Oh, my, gosh! a dance means
a corsage. " Jerry 's smile froze as he franti-
cally searched for a way to earn some
money. His family had a small store,
where he worked on weekends and after
basketball practice, but he wouldn't take
any pay for it. He really should be out
earning money instead of going to school,
for his mother had the whole family to
support since his dad died. His allowance
was only 32.50 a week for carfare and
lunch. How would he ever get money in
time? He would just have to tell Cathy he
couldn't go, but then sheid probably never
go out with him because he just couldn't
tell her why he wanted to break the date.
"And, gosh, I don't want to break the
date," Jerry thought, exasperated.
"There's only one thing to do. I'll walk to
school and skip lunches for a week," Jerry
planned. "I have a few bucks saved, and
if 1,111 still short, I can borrow a dollar
from Mom. "
The next week Jerry struggled out of
bed an extra hour earlier, walked to school,
and satisfied himself with a couple of
apples for lunch. Three days before the
dance, he had accumulated, one Way or
another, six dollars, lost eight pounds and
about fifteen hours of sleep.
Jerry waited for Cathy after Spanish
class, as by now was the custom, and, smil-
ing casually, asked, "Cathy, have you de-
cided what kind of flowers you'd like for
the dance Friday?"
"Flowers,', puzzled Cathy as she looked-
up bewildered, "for the dance? Oh, golly,
elli Now I Play the Cymbals
That clash you hear when the .band
pauses is none other than yours truly. Last
year 's expert Cilj tuba player has further-
ed her musical experience by taking up the
The main job of a cymbal player is
polishing the cymbals before game time.
The band room is furnished with about 20
different polishing compounds, from soap
to oil. I am sureil have used all of them
at one time or another, plus 72 assorted
rags from home, some of which l found
out later were not rags at all but Dad's
A secondary requirement of the aspiring
cymbal player is a full understanding of
sign language. When I started playing
cymbals, I learned that there are such
things as cymbal solos in some marches. I
also learned that when Pop HMI: Smithj
points at you, you are to clash the cymbals.
Picture this in your mind: it is nearing
the end of the introduction, the band
builds up in volume, and then pauses, the
director points emphatically to the cymbal
player. SILENCE1! Pop 's following
speech may be represented by a number of
r r ex: r
Playing the cymbals is not so simple as
you think. If the position of the cymbals
Jerry, I'm sorry. I guess I forgot to tell
you. This year we're trying something
new. We 're having a barn dancef'
"Oh, well, Cathy, it really doesn't mat-
ter," was Jerry 's offhand reply.
NAN Di VALERIO, '51
is not correct, or if they are hit too hard,
the result will be one inside-out cymbal.
Next time you see me Squatbed On the
ground, both feet on the cymbal, and pull-
ing on the handle with all my might, you'll
know better than to laugh, For goodness
sake, HELP ME ! ! I!
DORIS SMITH, '52
My Tree Dancecl
I watched my maple tree last night as she
dressed for the dance of autumn.
She lit the hafrvest moon for a candle,
Using its cool silver glow to see by,
And swayed to the haunting rhythm of
the midnight breeze.
A gown of crisp red my maple olonnedg
She plucked sapphire stars from her sky
jewel box, placing them among her
And danced to the songs of a ballroom
I did not know my tree could dance, but
I saw her last night.
PAULETTE HENDERSON, '51
You hear a little boy speak of Santa, a
person asking another, "What's Santa
going to bring you?" You laugh. Why?
You might say it's because you know
there really isn't a Santa Claus.
However, I believe you have been very
much misled. There is a Santa Claus. I
agree he isn't really a person who rides
in a sleigh and comes down chimneys, but
he is very much here in spirit. What
would Christmas be without Santa? "Not
much," I say.
Santa Claus, St. Nick, Kris Kringle
names by which he is known throughout
the World, is very much a part of
Christmas. He is the spirit of giving. He
is the joy in your heart, not when you
receive gifts but when you see the glow-
ing faces of persons who have received.
There is not one parent who would want
this legend discontinued. The look of
happiness in their children 's eyes is some-
thing they look forward to and wouldn't
miss for anything.
Christmas with Santa Claus is a time
of celebration, a time of the year when
older folks can let their hair down and
have fun. Christmas Without Santa Claus
would be nothing more than a formal
observance-lacking the fervent celebra-
tion and good will that characterize it.
For this reason I sing, with gullible chil-
dren and frantic parents, "Santa Claus
is coming to town".
NAN DNALERIO, '51
We 7!wn!a Wwe
Thank you, God, for nations
That have not left our sideg
Thank you, God, for neighbors
In whom we can confide.
Thank you, God, for England,
A fortress 'cross the seag
Thank you, God, for neighbors-
Neighbors strong and free.
Strengthened by their faith
In an everlasting light,
Strengthened by their faith
In freedom's holy light.
Strengthened by their heritage
And rights that keep them free, .
Strengthened yet again by a blessed unity.
Now, United Nations, together we will go,
Marching on to conquer a crazed and
And standing out on high,
Our motto shining bright-
For God ---- and for country,
For freedom ---- and for right.
RALPH PILLISCHER, '51
First prize for humorous feature goes to
On Being A Turkey
ELL! RICKERT, 51
Have you ever wondered how a turkey
feels about two days before Christmas?
Well, I speak from experience. You see, I
am---I mean I was-a turkey. How
can I tell you about this feeling now? Well,
you know the head that is cut off? That
head still has quite a few brains left, and
that is how I tell you this storyifrom
my head, not my heart.
I was a beautiful bird, a cock with a
pompous strut and gray-black feathers
that were very good looking, if I do say so
myself. It's a shame you humans have to
trim those feathers before you--excuse
the expression-eat us. The other gobblers
called me a lucky bird because so many of
their friends had given their lives for the
S. S. H. E. Cause CSlaughtered So Humans
Eat Causel, and I was the oldest and big-
gest turkey in the group, I thought I was
fairly lucky, too, until I started getting a
little too much attention.
This treatment was unusual because the
other turkeys, even the ones that went for
the Cause, were not treated as special.
Everyday I would receive better feed than
the other gobblers, and I began losing' my
turkey figure. When I tried to diet, the
feed was stuffed in my mouth. Then I
knew something was wrong. That was
The next day naturally was the twenty-
third and a normal day around the farm,
until I was told by my colleagues that
Christmas was near and some of us were
going for the cause. Right away I started
cheering up the other turkeys, but I soon
found tha.t I needed cheering up, for I had
a white tag around my neck with a num-
ber on it, which meant that I was going for
the Cause. It also had a star. I found out
what the star meant later. -
Soon after, I was hustled out of our old
barn and into the shed and then . . . Well,
you know what happened.
I suppose it was sad, but a. few days
later, my head heard the farmer boast that
a Mrs. Truman and Harry said that they
had just eaten the best turkey dinner in
SALLY LOU GLEASON, '51
Here's our second prize winner
How to gwaterski
First of all, you have to have waterskis,
a boat Qpreferably a motor boatb, and a
lot of intestinal fortitude. Waterskis are
two things that don 't do much of anything
except Waterskiing. A motor boat is some-
thing that has two sides, a front and back
end, a top, a bottom, and a motor that has
a lot of horses running around inside.
Horsepower is the work needed to lift one
Square horse five thousand forty-six feet
in one cubic second, but this is neither
here nor there-or anywhere for that mat-
ter. Intestinal fortitude is something ac-
quired after no less than fifteen bones
have been broken by falling off the skis.
The next step in learning to break your
neck-I mean waterski-is to put the
waterskis on your feet and jump off the
boat into the water. While you're strug-
gling to keep from drowing, some charac-
ter in the boat is trying to see how many
knots he can get in the rope that he is sup-
posed to be throwing to you. After you
get the rope, the person driving the boat
starts so fast that you fall flat on your
face. By this time you are so tired that it
takes a derriek to pull you back into the
THELMA KALEN, '51
You see, it's really fun to waterski. All
you have to do is close your eyes and hang
onto the rope. You 'll be dead before you
know it. U
This reminds me of a poetic. gem that I
eomposed all by my little lonesome:
Over the choppy bay.
Many a boy will break his neck
'Fore we get home today.
Oh, such a beautiful thought! I would
have written another verse, but my com-
mon sense told me that one was enough.
All that has been said above can be sum-
marized in one short statement: Don 't try
waterskiingg it 's murder.
'noNA1.n Levis, 'ss
Cctober, November, December
October means Hallowe'en, parties galore,
Witches and goblins and ghosts by the
November and footbalt, the Latin Sotree,
Turkey with stuffing on Thanksgiving
These months to me seem the best of the
Then Christmas arrfivesg vacation is here.
The joyous Noel. the gifts, ami the tree---
December is bestg just take it from me.
JOAN IVINS, '51
First prize for humorous verse-
My Old Ialopy
The radiator leaks
The brake sqeaks
The tires are bare
No fenders there
The engine 's hissin'
The lights are missin'
The motor knocks
The block is broke
It has no choke
The .seats are worn
The upholstery torn
I don 't care-
It gets me there.
GEORGE DEANS, '52
A Cause of Marriage
Her nose was always powdered:
Her hem was always straight.
H e thought she was quite tempting,
But he knew he did not rate.
One day he got some courage:
He asked her for a date.
Can you guess what he did that night?
He kissed her at the gate.
They now are happily married.
Second prize Winner-
The Human Race
The alarm clock elanged so loudly
That I fell right out of bed.
Instead of landing on my feet,
I landed on my head.
My brain was, oh, so, sluggish,
That I really couldn-'t think,
So I crawled into the hay again
To catch an extra wink.
" Half hour itil the school bell rings,"
I heard my mother call 5
I jumped up like a fireman
And landed in the hall.
I dressed in such a hurry
And gobbled all my food.
I didn't want to go to sehoolg
I wasn't in the mood.
Ry now it was 8:30,
And I hurried to my car.
I thought I 'd get there promptly,
'Cue it really wasn't far. H
At Powell 's the engine spluttered,
And then it just stopped dead.
My wrist watch said 8:40,
And I was seeing red.
The old Ford tried its darndest,
And 'til now had perked quite nifty.
It might have made it in '35,
But this was 1950.
I left it there and dashed to school
And tried to collect my wits.
Then the teacher announced--"There's
no school today 5
The heater's on the fritelf'
BYRON SMITH, '51
A f 5
What reason could we state? I Q 5 15
A powdered nose, a hem that hung, 'V D XJ
A kiss at the garden gate.
ANITA BLESSING., '53
TH ELMA KALEN, '51
Bells, Balls and Bills
The three great B's-not of music but
of Christmas time-Bells, Balls, and Bills.
First of all let's discuss Bells. Bells are
the preview of Christmas. Walking down
the street and wondering what to buy for
Aunt Jane Cshe has everythingl, you sud-
denly hear the deep, mellow church bells
mixed with the tinkling bells of the street
corner Santa Clauses, and you get that "I
wish it was already here" feeling.
The sound of the Bells prompts you to
drag down from the attic the second B-
Balls. Dust them off carefully 'cause Dad
says if none break, you won't have to get
new ones till next year. Did you ever trim
the Christmas tree to perfection on Christ-
mas Eve, when in walked Cousin Cora, age
two, with "oh, wook at the pwetty tweejl
and in one fell swoop the night's Work is
lying on the floor amid shattered balls?
You'll have to get new ones after all. Don't
forget another, more popular kind of
Christmas Ball. This is what all the Christ-
mas Belles get new gowns for.
This brings us to the Bills. Bills come in
many sizes, shapes, and forms. Personally,
l prefer the two-legged kind, but around
Christmas there always seems to be an ex-
cess of another type. These are the slips
of paper that come in the peephole en-
velope. Father usually turns an odd shade
of purple after reading one, but at Christ-
mas time he really looks green.
So get ready for the three B's of Christ-
mas time, they 're almost here.
JOAN PEARCE, '51
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One of our most significant Christmas
symbols of modern times is the poinsettia,
brought to the United States from Mexico.
Because the shape of the red flower is like
a many-pointed star, it is sometimes called
the Christmas Bower.
:num-men . . THELMA KALEN, 51
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Drums in the Night
When I come home late and I 'm feeling
I know there is only one thing to olo.
I go up to the attw where the tympani
Then I feel the earth tremble when my
first blow hits.
My neighbors awake with thoughts all in
What is this noise that has come to their
Are the Russians attacking with planes in
Of course not, silly, it's my drums in the
The cow bells clung, the tom-toms roar,
The cymbals now are both on the floor.
But here my fun is about done for the clay,
For I hear that "John Law" is now on
Yes, here he comes with his new siren
From each cottage window my neighbors
With this fact, I 'm sure, they 'll agree tlwt
I 'm right:
The cops make more noise than my drums
in the night.
DALE HARTSHORNE, '53
. ,- Holidays
"Holidays"-if I hear that word again,
l'll bark out loud. My diary tells the whole
December 22: Dear Diary, Something is
about to happen-plenty of paper and rib-
bons around here treal prettyl. I decided
1'd help, but when I tore some paper into
the convenient bite-size pieces and chewed
the ribbon-well, I'ni now in the doghouse.
December 23: Dear Diary, Something is
happening! They've just set up a big long
board with things called trains on it. No-
body will let me near them. l'd love to
play with them, even if they do roar. Right
now they 're bringing a 'tree in here. These
December 24: Dear Diary, Doesn't afny-
one trust me? Four "Must Nets" were
issued to me today:
Must Not 1-I must not go closer than two
feet four inches near the train,
Must Not 2-I must not bark while anyone
is singing a Christmas carol.
Must Not 3-I must not upset the tree.
Must Not 4--I must not chew the ribbons
on the pretty packages.
fBow-wow, dear melj
December 25: Dear Diary, This morning
everyone was real gay. Everyone, even me,
got some of the pretty packages. One of
mine, the big one, was a bed complete with
the latest Doggie Rest cushion. The other,
to my delight, was a mouse that squeaked
when I pounced on it. I was even allowed
to tear up some of the pretty paper. Then
I was put in the cellar because the guests
didn't care for canine creatures. QWhat's
that have to do with me? I'm only a dog.j
December 26: Dear Diary, Oh, Woof!
Must Not 5 has been issued. It seems I'm
supposed to sleep in my new bed, not on
-- Oh, Woof! p
the furniture. They say my hair might
look nice on me but not on other peop1e's
clothes. I think my hair looks nice any-
December 27: Dear Diary, I'm getting
train nerves. Why don 't they have a roar-
free set? If only I could investigate them,
they wouldn't be so annoying. V
December 28: Dear Diary, Today quite
by accident, I disobeyed Must Not 3. You
see, I cou1dn't find my red ball, but then
1 saw it had been shined and hung on the
tree. How was I supposed to know that, if
I jumped for it, the tree would upset?
December 29: Dear Diary, Must Not 2
has been amended-I must not squeak my
mouse either. What in the world of woofs
will come next?
December 30: Dear Diary, Everything
is slowly but surely disappearing-every
thing but my bed. It's nice, but I still pre-
fer furniture. Maybe a bottle of hair-stay
will solve my problem.
December 31: Dear Diary: They say I
make too much noise! Tonight they're
making more noise than I 've made all year.
They 're never satisfied-now they want a
new year! These holidays-oh, Woof!
DOROTHY HOEPPNER, '52
MAnJomE GRIIFFITH, '52
Christa Haesner of Lily--Braun Schule, German affiliate, describes
Christmas in Germany
When gray mists float over the earth
and in the morning everything is sugar-
coated from the hoarfroost, the thoughts
Of the most beautiful holiday in our Ger-
man fatherland go towards Christmas.
With the first of Advent the magic spell
of Christmas encircles us already and
draws old and young into its charm. The
outer indication of before-Christmas-
time is the Advent wreath, twisted out of
fir greens and decorated with lights, which
will be hung up or laid upon the table.
Everywhere will be whispers, and every-
one has secrets so that long-desired wishes
will be able to be fulfilled,
The nearer Christmas comes, the more
there is to do, for everything should shine
and twinkle. The joyous people crowd the
streets, buy Christmas presents, or admire
the decorated and lighted show-windows.
Slowly Christmas Eve approaches. The
bells call to divine worship, and a holy
stillness spreads itself over the earth. Many
wander to church through the twilight to
celebrate the birth of Christ. From the
pulpit sounds the Christmas message
which our Savior proclaimed, and then
the people go quietly home. But the chil-
dren are full of happy anticipation of
what Santa will bring them, and their eyes
search the heavens to see if the Christ
child might be visible.
At home the parents disappear into the
Christmas room, from where the clear
ringing of a little bell that penetrates to
the waiting boys and girls is at last heard,
and timidly a door opens. There a radiant
Christmas tree gleams with its candles,
balls, and tinsel. After the children have
recited poems, presents are received with
loud rejoicing, Then there is playing and
singing, and apples, nuts and ginger cakes
are nibbled. Outside, the snow falls light-
ly, and the pine trees in their holiday gar-
ments bend their heads. ln the sky the
stars twinkle and proclaim peace on earth
on the Holy Night.
Translated by MIGNON LINCK, '52
Softly the chimes will ring
From the church spfire belly
Sweetly the voices will sing
sm the eww wut fall, we
Joy 'now has come for alll-
Let the trumpets blare forth,
And hear the mus-12: swell 5
Let there be peals of jofy-
Ami the stars will tell
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BETH EMMETT, 51
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Once more there is coming that season of cheer ELL: mcxenv, '51
i Which we 've been awaiting since this time last year 3 .-
And now is the time to get ready, I see,
To drag forth the trimmings and set up a tree.
Out come the candles and up goes a wreath,
. Which soon may descend on the dog underneath.
, 2 And now comes the cry, to "Look out below!"
f For over the door hangs the mistletoe.
AL, And then I start in on trimming the tree,
, Taking on risk that none can foreseeg
For Oh, as the Hrst string of lights is plugged in,
J X My troubles are only about to begin.
P As I see a bright flash, I am struck with the fact
That one of the light bulbs is beautifully cracked.
I try the next string 'mid Fido 's loud barks
,, , ,V .. And immediately reel from a shower of sparks.
3 Then, after replacing the fuse that had blown,
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, , :fy ,Z I ret1u'n to the tree, still holding my own.
3, 1, ' ion
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,A 5, And now, when at last I have won over light,
5 I feel that I'm iit to continue the iight.
I go get the box with the tinsel and balls,
f And somehow get back without any falls.
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- But then, at the door, I must grit my teeth,
For there are the dog and remains of the wreath.
'. , -2 5 if I put up the trimmings with guiltless intent,
But some are demolished in rapid descentg
as And so, here I am at a quarter past ten,
Wondering if I'l1 have to do it again.
Before me, there, in its innocent way,
Is standing the tree in its brilliant arrayg
And now I'11 be going to bed, I guess
And wait till tomorrow to clean up the mess.
ROBERT coLLAoAv, '53
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