Cowanesque Valley High School - Cowanesquean Yearbook (Westfield, PA)

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CLASS OF 1952 HISTORY In the fall of 'LLB fourteen very eager students started at a fast tempo up the scale to the Westfield High School. As freshmen we were assigned the library as our homeroom and Mrs. Buchanan was intro- duced as Maestro. Initiation followed on November 15, with much agitato. We concluded our program with our class Picnic. We now devoted ourselves to the next mood, our Sophomore year. We gained two notes, Gerry Eaton, and Joyce Safford which now made our number sixteen. By now we thought we were pretty moco Chotl stuff. The year was spent in much activity. The Queen of Hearts Ball 81 Alumni Dance, to the strains of Dick I-Iam1in's orchestra, were expressive and a welcome interlude. Now for our Junior Year. Tranquillity looked as if it might reign, but no, what's that I hear???? Could it be more voices mingled with our giocoso group. Yes, ten more new students clamorsd for introductions. This lent lilting laughter and staccato happenings. Our Christmas Party and Junior-Senior Picnic wind up the year. The Climax now appears upon our horizon. We settle down to hard work, for we know this is our last year to acquire that little bit of knowledge required in rising to success. We gained one more student, Sterry Root. But our group is dimenuendo by Hugh Terwilliger who leaves us for the great outside. Ah, the Mid- terms, which proved more forte and less pianissimo. On our part, that is. The Queen of Hearts Ball is the next passage with Dorothy Swayne and Gerry Eaton chosen as Senior candidates. Cheerleaders are elected and we find we have quite a cheering section in our room with three on the squad. Ctlerry, Dorotkq, and Marcia! Our Junior-Senior Picnic proved very allegro and the Alumni Dance and Banquet brought finish to our School Activities. Graduation, the Grand Finale, now dawns and as we each do a crescendo marcato across the stage to receive our diplomas, we smile with pride and achievement. Our eyes ever forward on the bright future ahead. 31

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KNOXVILLE CLASS HISTORY p It was an early September morning, when down the streets of Knoxville a happy chorus of young people could be heard singing the song 'School Days . These students were members of the freshman class of U48-'h9. Our homeroom teacher for that year was Mr. Cooper. We waltzed into the classroom and there Mr. Cooper sat beating his leather paddle on the desk and singing It's Been So Long , while in our minds we were thinking that Now is the Hour . We received three new notes in our Freshman year in the persons of Beverly Dibble, Norval Haskins, and Bill Cole. They came to Knoxville as a result of the new consolidation. Our Freshman year was spent in a metronome-like fashion. We had our share of class parties and the time went by so fast that before we knew it our time was being devoted to the code-- ninth grade exams. They were no semplice either. We lost a note at the end of this year in the person of Bill Cole, who ,joined the Air Force. Then came the tenth grade. We'l1 all remember this grade. Our chorus of students expanded from the previous year's low of fourteen to a new high of thirty-six. This was the result of a newer consolidation with Sabinsville and Westfield Township. Otto Burrous, who had been in the arnv joined our class and jumped it to thirty-seven. We were shocked to hear of the death of Bill Cole, who died upon arriving at Okinawa. Crystal Gordon, one of our sharps left us at the end of this year to go to Rochester, N.Y. The eleventh song is played in a less major key as we lost a large number of notes when the consolidation with Westfield came in. We had frequent class parties in the eleventh grade and the biggest spotlight pf' the year was our Junior Play, George In a Jam , which was held in April. We were all rushing around with allegro-like sfootsteps to be ready for the finales. These-we managed to pass and looked forward to our last year at dear old CV. The summer flew by quickly and before we knew it we were marching off to school. We thought we were pretty fuoco fhotj stuff. After all we were seniors. We received two new notes from Elkland. They were Jean and Onnalee Empson. Our chorus now had ten chords Cboysl and twelve sharps Cgirlsl. Our maestro for the senior year was Mr. Berdanier. Our senior year was spent in a furious tempo. We were busy with maga- zines and Christmas cards, not to mention our senior play, 'Bashful Bertie . The class attended a surprise birthday party, Sept. 6 at Margery Payne's. It was given by her mother. We were happy to have Lela Owens and Arloween Hall represent us at the senior Harvest Dance, Sept. 28. Another chord was later added when Clyde Howard Joined us from Elmira. Our class had 23 members, the same as Westfield. Edith Rox really hit a high note when she was elected the County Harvest Queen at Charleston. Edith was also elected for the Citizenship Contest sponsored by the D.A.R. The Senior Class party was held at Schoonover's Dairy with Edith as hostess. Onnalee Empson and Margery Payne represented the Senior Class at the Queen of Hearts dance held in the Knoxville gym. Hervey Benson and Clyde!-Ioward were the candidates for the King of Shamrocks from our class. We are all looking forward to our Washington trip in June. The year is swiftly drawing to a close. We all look back at the good times we have had at Knoxville , class parties, plays, magazines, and card sales. All kept us pretty busy, but we still think it has been one swell year. As we march forward the night of graduation to receive diplomas, our hearts will be heavy upon leaving a grand school. We look over new hori- zons trying not to think and worry about present world situations, wars and strife, but only with one thought in mind--striving to be better citizens helping to 30 build a better country.

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE KNOXVILLE CLASS We, the Senior Class of 1952, in the County of Graduation and the state of Pennsyl - vania, being of sound mind, memory, and understanding, and considering the uncertainty of life, and desiring to pass our worldly fame and talents on to those who we think deserve them most, do hereby make, publish and declare this our last will and testament, revoking all wills and testaments formerly made by us. To the faculty, we leave our sincere thanks and appreciation for being so thoughtful and patient with us during our struggle through our academic courses. To Mr. Berdanier, our class advisor, we leave a room full of noise and the hope of a class that he does not have to fill out so many excuse blanks for. To Mr. Bartoo we leave less worries about money nrbcups. To Jane Sargeant, Nathan Eaves leaves his artistic ability. To Koeth Butler, Duane Doan leaves his ability to get along with the sophomore class. To Janet Huyler, Winifred Hall leaves her tallness. To Dick Reimann, Hervey Benson leaves his curly hair. To Lewis Watkins, Edith Rox leaves her radiant personality. To Pearl Benson, Darlene Wilson leaves her beautiful brown eyes. To Delores Watson, Luva Frost leaves her 'gift of gab . To Carla Wetmore, Arloween Hall leaves the job of keeping track of all the small odds and ends of money. To Verna Tompkins, Onnalee Empson leaves her dislike for gossip. To Wilbur Drake, Edward Nickerson leaves his flirty ways. To Dick Davis, Larry Howe leaves his bashfulness. To Bob Bacon, Norval Haskins leaves his mustache. To Roger Bebout, Beverly Dibble leaves her ability of never having her work done. To Catherine Rox, Lela Owens leaves her blue eyes. To Pete Miller, Jean Empson leaves her interest in Elkland. To Mr. Bartoo's private secretary, Margery Payne leaves her office headaches. To anyone lucky enough to have a mind like his, Clyde Howard leaves his long explana- tions of thoughts and ideas. To George Kline, Ernie Jacobson leaves his ability to argue with Miss Gazdick. To Don Parks, Paul McCarthy leaves his long eyelashes. To George Broadbent, Donald Watson leaves his height. To Dean Doan, Hary Bacon leaves her msical accomplishments and trips. To Norman Flint, Gene4Seelye leaves the job of supplying the cooks with last minute food To Betty Ann Kemp, Dorothy Burrous leaves her ability to win prizes at the fair. 32