Brookville High School - Echo Yearbook (Brookville, PA)

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for “Hub-Cap Howard” and Bob North. P. S. They found them. It was growing pretty dark and Mr. Ewing grew alarmed. But I told him not to worry that the fire keeper. Harvey Battaglia must have been neglecting his job. Mr. Ewing thought that pretty hard to believe. In tht athletic part of the inferno I spotted “Phif” Wallace. “Huffy.’’ Bery Plyler. and Paul Plyler instructing John Neel. James Best. Larry Vandervort. and Madison Secrest the finer arts of basketball. The football coaches. Pete Miller. Roy Shaffer. Neal Strawcutter, and Happy Ferguson were also delivering their tactics to Stanley Grube. Leo Gusmerotti. DeLoss Hetrick and Robert Keirn. The boys believed that when the next class teams came to join them they would be all prepared to beat the “skins off them. ’ “Mick McManigle. Josephine Anderson, and Marie Galbraith were arguing, as we passed, as to which one could paint the best. Of course, anyone can paint a big blot of red but argued they did so we decided to go on and leave the decision of them to figure out. As we traveled along a startling sound of cheers met our ears. Ann Richards, we saw. was conducting a group in the principles of school spirit and such cheering! Ann refused to give up her cheering career but her students, Eileen Fowler. Betty Galbreath. Dorothy Brosius, and Peg Crawford were inclined to disagree with her. Peg. once a leader herself, believed her style all wet. In a far corner Mr. Ewing and I encountered a lecture in the making, being delivered by two distinguished classmates, Christine Adams and Jim Eberline. The lecture traveled on the course of the “right” dance steps but being as even the two lecturers were inclined to disagree (and they still haven’t changed) the audience composed of Ethel Alpanalp, Margie Anderson. Betty Brad-enbaugh, Ellen Brosius. and Guy Silvis were also a bit disinterested and unattentive. “We should have the Class of ’41 just a-bout accounted for, Prof.,” I said, but no,—directly in front of us Summerville’s own “Pork” Brosius was admiringly showing his scarlet tres- ses to Mae Slagle, Dorothy Smith, Pauline Spare, and Pauline Brosius who sighed in awe. I showed Mr. Ewing next to a room where at the desk sat Bill McNeil, who, having acquired everything the teachers knew at dear old B. H. S.. was teaching Josephine Bullers, Lillian Cable, and June Lockwood. “What do you suppose the subject is?,” I asked Mr. Ewing. “Who is the shortest? Norma Sue Shields. Baxter’s wizard, was observed next explaining to Aldine Rhodes. Martha Guyton. Frances Kirkman, and Kathleen Gearhart the ways and wheres of how we reached this distinguished habitation. As we passed. Robert Shilling demanded a set of rings, to play with while disturbing a quiet (can you imagine, and here too) conversation held by Dan Morrison. Grayce Rhodes, Martha Guyton, and Zelma Hetrick on the much talked of topic—Heat. Again I told Professor Ewing that I didn’t believe many of our class were unaccounted for, and as we turned the final corner to the exit I spied Wilbur Rhodes and Lloyd Moore tearing after Twila Ishman and Isabelle Sellers for their lollypops. Farther on Imogene Witherow was showing Flora Idonata how to put on some weight while Flora in turn was showing Imogene details on how to acquire height. Last but not least we encountered Bill Boozer. Burton Hotaling. and James Fuller trying to figure out how they ever got here. As if they didn’t know. Oh yes, we almost forgot Fish Ferringer who was here all the time, flightly as usual. It was getting late and being that Mr. Ewing is afraid of the dark, he decided he had better get back to the good old terra firma. Before he had a chance to leave I made him come across with my bubble gum. which he reluctantly did. Darn! I know I shouldn't have eaten that shrimp before I went to bed.

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