Dormont High School - Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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i' i 'A' TORCH 1945 Page 11 This year-l9454the an- nual tradition of e l ectin g Senior Class Officers was carried out successfully. Dur- ing our Freshmen, Sopho- more, and Junior years we had an opportunity to recog- nize our leade1's in various fields and appreciate their services, but in our Senior year we chose those who were to represent our class in our scholastic activities. Those who were to represent us were James Davis, our president, Leslie Lofquist, as vice president, Arthur Nass, treasurer, and Nancy Wible, the secretary. As you can see these are all outstanding members of the 1945 class, and they made capable lead- ers. 'lhese officers were imme- diately interviewed by a member of the Dormonitor staff, and their likes and dis- likes, ambitions, and favorite doings were brought to light. These facts proved quite in- teresting and enlightening- Jim Davis has a certain dream-girl in mind who is nice looking with a neat fig- uie and swell personality. His favorite song is Sunday, and his pet peeve is silly girls! He likes football best of all other sports. In fact, he someday hopes to be head coach of the Greentree Tech team. Jeanne Craine is his SE IOR OFFICERS ELECTED -Ng- I .Y f cf Art Nass, Jim Davis, Nancy lVible, Les Lofquist favorite m 0 v i e star.-vLes Lofquist thin k s a certain blond majorette is tops. He likes the song Letls Go Pickin' Cherries and dislikes Freshies on the football team. His favorite expression is O. K., you Rubeslt' His am- bition is to be an F. B. I. Agent. Art Nass seems to be more than a little interested in the city of Ebensburg and also a ceitain girl who lives there. His favorite sport is foot- Lall, but he doesn't like it when there are no blockers as he runs through the line. Donna Reed has first place on his list of movie-star fav- orites. Someday he hopes to be head of the Stove pipe gang. -Nancy Wible's ideal is one great big, nice Swede. She goes for Van Johnson in a big way too. Her pet ex- pression is t'Hot dog, and her favorite song is Rhap- sody in Blue. Her pet peeve is chewing gum on top of beds-of all places! She also likes a little song called Grandpa's Nose is a Little Red, But His Lunch Box is a Little Pale. Her ambi- tion is the same as Les's. They want to start the Lest You Fall Orphanage in California. Well, these are the class officers in person, and we know that you were proud to stand behind them just as all of us were proud of the other outstanding accom- plishments of the Class of 1945.

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Page 10 TORCH 1945 'K Af' i' TORCH STAFF Editor-in-Chief: Shirley Mae Culp Assistant Editor: Nancy Kuhns Art Editors: Janet Bair Helen Pieprzny Feature Writers: Nancy Wible LaVerne Smith IT SAYS HERE LAVERNE SMITH Did you ever see an ambitious group of boys and girls get to- gether and seem to get nowhere? W'ell, that is the Torch staff. It is interesting to see a group of girls talking together about this and that, a few doing shorthand, the boys talking to Mr. Reed, and Club Editors: Virginia Waslosky Thomas Hanzas Business Managers: Anne Kirkland Justin Fair Soprts Editors: Frank Heinrichs Bernard Powers the Editor trying to get everyone to cooperate. But, it can be done! Room 218 could be seen occupied until after 5 o'clock with these busy children racking their brains trying to think? ? 7? Finally some- one got the idea of basing the Torch on a newspaper plan. They got all excited and just couldn't wait to get started. Can't you tell? Girl's Sports Editor: Ann Little Student Photographer, Jack Pearce Director of Art: William E. Reed Editorial and Business: Advisor: Frederick W. Agnew The art staff drew up the plans, feature writers wrote up their articles, sports edito1's and club editors w1'ote their sections, pic- tures and cartoons were finished and put in, the cover was selected, and everything was sent to the printer. It sounds simple but it required a lot of hard work from the staff, It Says Here!

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Page 12 TORCH 1945 if 'A' 'A' PA S F N S Senior History Is As long as there isn't anything more important to do, I shall prop my feet upon the desk and lean back. My eyes lazily shift to the calendar, but so many numbers con- fuse me. I turn to the ceiling. It is very comforting to know that there is a roof over my head. Such a sense of security puts me in a reminiscent mood and my thoughts dwell on days of long ago-the day our class moved into D. H. S. and established itself. We weren't too unusual, except per- haps we got used to our own lockers more quickly than other classes. That was the year everyone was singing Chattanooga Choo-choo and Elmer's Tune. And we Freshies were still shooting paper- wads. It wasn't safe to walk through the halls at noon. Finally the administration slapped our hands and said No, no! Among other things that year came Moonlight Cocktail , the measles, and crewcuts. Our boys looked like sweet young convicts. G9 L. DORIS KIRK LAND The next year we learned the truth about dancing and accepted T. D.'s Boogie-Woogie and Moonlight Mood with gusto. Many noticed a few faint flutter- ings of the heart and began to take dating seriously. In such a con- dition, the girls decided they would look nice in boys' jackets. The boys consented readily, when their arms were twisted enough. With the same thought in mind the young ladies turned out in slacks. This was outrageous! All sorts of at- tempts were made to thwart the movement, but they all proved futile. Naturally. Who always wins the arguments? Some fellow by the name of Sinatra started singing. He had a nice voice. We liked to hear him sing Black Magic. While he was singing, some girl swooned-probably from claustro- phobia-and pretty soon they were passing out by the theatreful. By now we were Juniors. We sang Pistol-Packin' Mamma . The war was curtailing our sources of amusement, and we couldn't even get chewing gum. But we made the One of Great Glory best of it. Instead, we played 'fPaper Doll and parted our hair in the middle, and danced to f'Shoo- shoo Baby. As summer drew nigh, the boys got their annual shearing. Ugh! On fair weather days we girls knew we could find them playing Buck- buck after lunch. So nice to be able to keep track of them. Long ago and far away, I dreamed a dream one day- tata de dum. The next September we came to the beginning of the end. Would our last year be like the other three? we asked ourselves and waited to find out. It has been happy-in spite of Trig. tests. We've danced this year to I Walk Alone and lots more. Uniforms seem to have come into style for the boys, while the girls wear sil- ver ..... in their hair. 'fInto Each Life Some Rain Must Fall, so Till Then,', Don't Fence Me In. Which reminds me. I do have work to do. Besides, my feet have left big footprints on the desk. How would you like a personally- autographed footprint? Dependable Prescription Service 4' CHARLES R. MCDRRIS PHARMACI ST 15 39 POTOMAC AVENUE Free Delivery LEhigh 2123