Brookville High School - Echo Yearbook (Brookville, PA)

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Dear Diary: Diary of Class of 39 Sept. 3, 1935—My first day in high school. I thought that I would be lost in the shuffle, but not so. The only thing I couldn't find was my classroom. They treat me as if they had known me for years. Everyone is so friendly! Yes. I'm going to like Brookville High School. Sept. 10th—Who said high school was work? I sat and listened to lectures for one long week! I wish for some work to break the monotony! One Week Later—Today I was one of the 200 odd (?) sardines packed in one small room when our whole class got together for the first time. After the mad scramble of establishing party platforms, pledges and promises was over. Nell Frazier emerged as president. Floyd Evans as vice-president. Earle Thompson became secretary and Jean Dickinson was elected to keep all our vast wealth. All the rest of us were elected to watch her! Nov. 14th—If I ever said that I wanted work. I take it all back now because after Mrs. Carroll saw us plowing through the books in the library, she decided it was high time for us to have Library Science. What a course! If you get the point! If I ever (and I doubt it) look at decimals again it won’t be the Dewey Decimal System. Jan. 24. 19 36—Ooooh. Diary! I vow that this is the first and last time that I will ever cram for exams, until 3 in the morning. All that I can say tonight is that they are over! Thank Heavens! March 17th—Goodie! Goodie! St. Patrick’s Day! Today for the first time this year I wore green and got away with it. Then, too. there is a terrible flood here. That's no fun! Apr. 21st—We didn’t have school this afternoon because of Forensic League Contests in our district. I never knew we had so much talent in this town! After we performed there were no laurels for the other schools to win—(well, hardly any!) Apr. 26th. 6:00 A. M.—Just in from Potts-ville. tired and sleepy, wonderful time but what a ride! Saw sun rise for first time but wished I were in bed. Good morning! Tell you more tomorrow. Apr. 27th—I think I slept for a coon’s age but by a little mental arithmetic I found that it was only twelve hours. We worked so hard and our orchestra would have had first place if we had had more instruments, so we played second fiddle! May 29th—My first glimpse of operetta. Even we freshmen were represented. Earle Thompson was Dick Deadeye (the villain) and some of the others in the class were in the chorus. By the way. we presented H. AT S. Pinafore. Too bad Gilbert and Sullivan couldn’t have been there. They missed something really wonderful! June 1st—I went to Commencement tonight and didn't have to worry about doing lessons when I came home, because we handed in our books today. It must be wonderful to be a SENIOR. I wonder if I will ever get that far? Well, one consolation. I passed (not saying how) and now I’m a Sophomore. Sept. 7. 1936—I can't believe it but vacation is over and school begins tomorrow. But it will be fun to see everybody again. Sept. 15th—Today at our first class meeting, the acting chairman. Nell Frazier, informed us that we are “much wiser this year. Well, maybe! Sometimes I wonder—! Anyway, we re-elected her president. Earle Thompson was promoted to the do-nothing position of vice-president, and David Duncan took over the duties of sec.-treasurer. Jan. 27, 193 7—We had a little quiz today which took 2 1-2 hours. The teachers label them examinations but who are we to quibble about a word? April 1st—In case you wondered where I was tonight. Diary. I attended the school’s first Music Festival in which the surrounding schools brought forth their best talent. But of course we from Brookville—! April 2nd—I just came back from the Sophomore Hop. The balloon decorations—clusters of grapes—were attractive while they lasted. We cleared $30.20 and if we continue at this rate our class may have to pay an income tax next year! April 1 5th—I wonder why there were so many vacant seats in History Class today? I wouldn't have minded going fishing myself. April 19th—Tonight Mr. Kimmell directed the mixed chorus, (about 200 students), in the Concertized Edition of Gounod's Opera, Faust.” Even the spectators readily agreed that it was very well done. Who said it wouldn’t be! May 12th—Today Great Britain has a new King and Queen. Today also with much pomp and ceremony a new chapter of the National Junior Honor Society was instituted in Brookville High School.

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Senior Directory (Continued) Name Ruth Mitchell Betty Moore Bill Morrison James Munro Zoe Moore Aldine Murray Dorothy Nolph Dorothy Ogorchock Merle Oakes Connie Osborne 11a Perrin Helen Peterson Richard Prenatt Roger Quick Mary Reitz Lois Reitz Margaret Rhodes Gordon Rockey Sherwood St. Clair Elizabeth Ann Sandt Helen Schaeffer Samuel Scott Keith Sebring Edmond Sellers Margaret Shannon Hazel Shields Dale Shields Gilbert Shilling Betty Siar James Sibley Bonnie Sibley Zelmar Slimak Jane Smith Betty Smith Dale Stahlman Ed Smail Ronald Sprague Duane Stewart Ruth Stewart Dick Swab Helen Summerville Evelyn Swartz Harriet Swineford Homer Swineford Lucille Swineford Earle Thompson Frank Thompson Jack Thompson June Thrush Ronald Uplinger Keith Vandervort Doris Vallimont Patricia Verstine Doris Visingard Gene Wallace Martha Wiley Stewart Williamson Helen Winkelman Pat Wonderling Howard Wood Pearl Work Verba Work Ray Zitzelberger Usually Found Agreeable In a Ford On Walnut Street Dozing Studying History In the Library Drawing Giggling On S. Pickering Street Posing Reading Up and Coming A Little Later T umbling Just Right Poking Along Reducing At Home Arguing Biting Her Nails Typing T alking Avoiding the Girls Bossing Quite Shy Powdering Alone Grinning Advising Everywhere Agreeable Bragging Quite Shy Writing Notes Trying to Date Talking Denying Things Industrious Debating Teasing Flirting Quite Quiet Smiling T alking Meditating Attracting Attention Teasing Girls Cracking Jokes Primping Telling Another Preaching Jabbering Studying Bicycle Riding Working Joy Riding With the Girls Studying Chemistry Good Sport Blushing Wishing Industrious Loafing in the Halls Wants to Be Poetess Jungle Princess Pilot Speed Demon Quiet Ice Skater Artist French Teacher Business Man Pianist Governess History IV Star Psychologist Ideal Husband Good Sport Surgeon Reduced A Loafer Public Speaker Psychiatrist T ypist Doctor Philosopher Senator Teacher Seen Tailor A I rig. Teacher Congresswoman An Athlete Collegiate Big Game Hunter Dancer Beautiful Matrimonial Corres. In the Way Strong and Silent T aller Librarian Right There Air Hostess Beautiful English Teacher” Electrician Domestic Actor Famous Dentist Beautiful News Editor Nothing Stenographer Popular Nurse Banker Musician Orchestra Leader Somebody Head Nurse Basketball Coach Housewife Store Clerk Mathematician Probably Will Be African Explorer Lonesome Undertaker Deceased Window Cleaner Movie Actress Commercial Teacher Hairdresser Blacksmith Married Governed Waitress Another Washington Bachelor Famous Gravedigger's Wife Thin Preacher Auctioneer Patient Floor Shiner Jockey Somebody Expressman Good Wife Heard Tree Trimmer Veterinarian Phone Operator Coach Old Maid Disappointed Nurse Dressmaker Divorced Hermit Somebody Congressman Book Agent President Office Charmer Tanned Poetess Farmer Tap Dancer A Heartbreaker Gravedigger Minister Flop Speed Demon Another Lincoln Chore Girl Milk Maid Fancy Dancer Sardine Packer Model Wife? Hobo Housewife Dishwasher Comedian Failure Soda Jerker Ditch Digger

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Diary of Class of 39 (Continued) May 28th—Now that the seniors have been graduated everybody else is saying good-bye. 1 guess that's a hint for the rest of us to leave, so farewell. Let them put the schools in moth balls until next fall, with my consent. • • Sept. 7, 193 7—Well, we dusted off the school for another year, our busiest year, our Junior year! I wonder if the freshmen are looking up to us as I looked up to the juniors when I was a freshman? Sept. 8th—Maybe National elections are only once every four years, but we students have them every year! This time we elected Allen Kahn, president; Nell Frazier, vice-president; and David Duncan, secretary-treasurer. Oct. 4th—Did you know money grows on trees, especially Birch trees? Well, we found $90 after the smoke and the magician disappeared. So much more toward our Junior Prom! Oct. 16th—It’s a good thing I’m writing to you. Diary, rather than talking to you for I'm so hoarse after that Booster Day parade and bonfire. We painted the town maroon and white (with crepe paper) but after the Punxs’y game—well—why bring that up? Nov. 19th—Tonight I found out that “Life Begins At Sixteen'’ as I watched my classmates in the annual Junior class play. They seemed to have so much fun doing it—by the way. it was very well done. Dec. 12th—We students all wished the town-people a Merry Christmas by presenting for them an afternoon of appropriate music. I wonder how the quartet learned that German? Ach! Mar. 4th—There goes the doorbell. I can’t write more because I’m rushing to the Du-Bois game and our Junior dance afterwards. Wish me luck! Mar. 24th—“Martha! Martha!” We adored it! It's so much fun when so many students can sing together with so much enjoyment and appreciation. Apr. 6th—After three years in high school the teachers should know our minds without those terrible I. Q. tests. May 1 1 th—The newly elected members of the National Honor Society were the guinea pigs today when the orchestra literally practiced (in assembly) the graduation march. Friday, May 13th—Dearest Diary, words fail me! The circus came to town tonight in full swing, at both the banquet and prom. They say there was an eclipse on the moon tonight. But how should I know? ? ? June 2nd—Just think! One more year and we will be tripping up those steps, on our last mile, with lumps in our throats, to receive our diplomas. • • Sept. 7. 1938—The beginning of the end! Is it possible that this will be my last year at B. H. S.? I want to be graduated of course— and yet (believe it or not) I don’t. Sept. 16th—We dignified (?) seniors hired (without pay) for the next nine months Earle Thompson as president. Allen Kahn as vice-president and Duane Stewart as secretary-treasurer. Oct. 28th—The chorus sang at Institute today. Period—’Nuf said. Nov. 14th—I’ve been working all day and night on my semi-annual masterpiece (essay to you). The only thing I don’t regret in leaving is that I won’t have to write any more essays like these! Jan. 15th—It was fun to watch the girls limp around today, but it serves them right. Congratulations. Miss Mitchell! Jan. 27th—Four years ago I vowed never to stay up until 3 A. M. again to study. Well, last night I stayed up until 6:00 A. M.. then went to school and took an exam. March 2nd—Several sailors and “Sailor Maids’’ told us all about their experiences at sea. Variety is the spice of life and this was all-spice. Mar. 17th—Oh—Diary! Today is the deadline for yearbook material. More late hours. Apr. 21st—“You Can’t Take It With You” but we did with the best audience since 'way back in '31 (thanks to Miss Bentley). May 12th—I’ve waited since Christmas for the Prom and Banquet, and what fun it’s going to be! June 8th—Diploma! It’s a thing you work four years to get—and then, somehow, though you’re mighty proud of it. you wish you could start all over again to earn it— The last leaf of my Dear Diary! CLASS OF '39