Ferndale High School - Reflector Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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All . Il k b QI. jf.Yf A ' 3- .1! K'- qil , x.N 1, THE 1932 REFLECTOR-' f rf, X Q Three others left for various reasons so that we were ready to start our senior year with 83 of our previous 105. The officers of the Senior crew remained the same as the Junior crew. The life of the senior crew was 'one of anxiety and passed quickly. The com- pany adopted the magazine campaign in order to increase their already heightening fortune. The second endeavor of the group materialized into a Thanksgiving Dance which afforded much pleasure to everyone. A candy contest was then started in which candy sellers were dividedinto two groups, each trying to out-sell the other. March came along and with it the second dance of the company which was a St. Pat's affair. Tossing all care to the winds, a huge crowd assembled to be -entertained by the Senior Play, Cat o' Nine Tails. Laudable talent was displayed by the ac- tors, and all their fellow excursioners rejoiced at their success. Then came the last venture-the Washington tour. We all had a grand time and hated to leave the capitol city. E And now, we gather again perhaps for the last time, with the treasured diploma in our hands, and with our hearts overflowing with joy in the realization of the golden dreams it held for us, we can only cherish these memories and wish the same happiness to other voyagers as the sun sets and our high school career fades out in the dusk of the polar night. , Xg lllf e WM, 4,1 W i 01 f ff . W T ' . ff ii H f fs i 'f 1 ' A 2 my . w '.,. ' 1 1 fx , . ' T fear 5? ' l f I Q rel. 1. . - .. e '. - i --I' A 45 ' ,LQ ?'f ,,5 ' .1 - 4,1 fi .-. , e e 2.

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fill: 7 -THE 1932 nal-'Lscron HISTORY A brilliant company of 105 successful American boys and girls gathered Septem- ber 4, 1929, for a polar expedition with the North and Commencement as their dis- tant longed for goal. Under the able leadership of Ruth Mae Putman, Commander Helen Ryan, Captain of Finance, Ruth Spanglerg Ship Secretary, Grace Goodhartg the expedition got as far as the sun-kissed Shore of Acadia. For some, this part of the iourney meant the end of the voyage. Here fifteen students, lacking the stick-to-it-iveness of the remaining members, departed for other lands. Ninety survived and spent three months at Honest John's Trading Post in the Hudson Bay Country. As September drew nigh, the eager company again gathered together their regalia and started on their quest for the treasure, the Diploma. Before the voyage was resumed, the ninety students took the name of sophomores with helmsman, Charles Rorabaughg pilot, Mary -lo Reese, Captain of Finance and Secretary of Ship remaining thesame. As a relief from their life of leisure, the group started to enter the career of journalists. Every one spent his coin lavishly in the senior kitchen and on candy. In a great snowstorm the company stopped one day. ln the shadow of the pole in the dazzling, brilliant, diamond-studded wastes of Greenland. Reveling in their great wisdom and sagacity, the Juniors with eighty-nine mem- bers again made their way. Ed. Hite, having been very successful in helping guide the excursion, was chosen as helmsman, and Charles Rorabaugh, a general favorite, gladly accepted the rank of pilot. Secretary of Ship, Lillian Snowball, and Captain of Finance, Ruth Spangler. Very early the company scratched their heads for schemes, outside of looting, to gather gold to expend on the great banquet which was approaching. Several plans were organized, su'ch as candy selling and cafeteria as previous classes had done. To celebrate with the seniors, the crew of the expedition donned their good clothes and gave a party, which much to their dismay put them in the red. The Juniors turned their forces again toward the North. Not long before the parting of the Seniors, a grand banquet was given them by the Juniors. These anxious excursioners had the honor of having the most successful and best decorated Junior and Senior Reception. On the night of all in their long journey, the juniors and Seniors were gloriously thrilled. After another annual test of knowledge and courage, the company again stopped and separated for a time. They marched to victory along the ice fields of athletics. On varsity football and basketball teams the members of our company were well represented. The crew bore down a lot of competition and flared in the bright ray of the northern lights in the literary and music fields. The expeditioners, who up to this time were not very spectacular, began to shine. The dignified and vain crew took on the name of Seniors in August 31, 1931. Three of our members left the group to start home life in the wilds of the north. uf, ' r .-, ' '. ssc' .1121 ' , , tw 1 1 2 s f' I I gggfjkvxxgixt, ESQ h Qsxx , - Q . 14.1, R ..: F Km ' ' -.Ny - . , 'iw 'I 1 P41 AX ' 9' if? -.. 'S U 'TT ' ' , .... .- - f f - f 5 ' V Niki ' .f fi 4 I ,..,,.. 59 ff ,. lull, I ,J riff' W.. fr y Wi' i. 5. fa at 1 X

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mm-THE 1932 REI'-'LECTUR CLASS PROPHECY Moonlight, stars shining, ice and snow, everywhere peace and quiet. The moon has caused the wide, unbroken expanse of ice to gleam in an almost ethereal beauty. To this I had come to seek my fortune! But what could I accomplish here, hidden from all signs of civilization. Oh! Little did I think, when the theme of the Far North had been used in our year book back in '32, that some day I should experience that bare reality. Oh! 'tis only too true we look back upon those years with mingled pain and pleasure. Yet they were the good old days. We were all so young and full of life, carefree and hopeful, rejoicing in our youth, defying the world to show us some job we wouldn't tackle. Then the challenge came, and like gladiators of old, ready for the combat we grappled with the realities of life, one at a time until now, oh. Master of Visions, whercare they allgthose who were as brothers and sis- ters to me? Darkness! - Darkness! - Groping toward a far distant light, I see- The mystic veil is rent and I peer through the narrow opening of a slowly receding curtain. Surely my eyes are deceiving me-but no, it is the capitol and there comes the President, none other than Homer Hill. Ed. Hite, Secretary of State, and Lillian Snowball, the President's Secretary, have left in a preceding car. In the Senate Cham- ber Whom should I see but Lillian jones, occupying the Chair from Pennsylvania fsuccess attributed to her debating experience when a Seniorj. As the scene slowly receded, it seemed to me that I saw familiar figures in the foreground. It's growing plainer--I am assured without doubt. Danny Telenko, successor to Rockne fame at Notre Dame, and Zeke Wissinger, lauded line coach at Pitt, are returning from the National Coaches' Conference. But that store they entered! Kotchin Brothers- I wonder! Dwight Griffith, Manager. Madeline Harding, Bertha Howard and Helen Michlo on the office staff. Certainly it is a branch of the nation-wide concern founded by Brownie and Frank Kotchin. But now I must be in the west, for palms are growing in profusion on this college campus. Entering the gym I find Richard Virgin, wrestling coach, demonstrating the art of acquiring broad shoulders, while Ruth Williamson, Instructor of Social Sciences, is crossing the campus toward the dorm, John Weaver is also laboring in this land of perpetual summer, preaching to the natives of the mountains. The magic wand now wafts me back to New York where I find myself enter- ing the Grace Goodhart Hospital in which Doris Blum, Tillie Cola, Dorothy Kal- tenbaugh, Pauline Rose and Elmyra Roseman are pursuing with great diligence their chosen profession of nursing. Farther down the street, I see an odd-looking building, with the inscription, Small Men Welcome. Bernard Moore's establishment, who, with his cohorts, Ralph Zimmerman, Richard Stuver, Joe Stemac, Martin Shaffer, and Martin Krasovetz, is endeavoring to add inches to the stature of those who would be tall. He employs as dietitians Dorothea Leonard and Ruth Livingston while Ruth Roseman and Mariaii Shaffer carry the burden of nursing. Again the scene changes and--yes, indeed! It's dear old Ferndale High I see on the hill. Charles Schilfhauer, Principal, and Gladys Callen, his secretary, are will ! 410 H -W, io-, ty I I x 'xxx .N H.. - I-xxx ' A , Q i 1 , f ' ifffiffikf ' , -, , X xx X -..f - s - - - -af a 1 . 1 - X x S5955 .m::tb.,.:R q-,,,....... N ' - ,- X- f X l f'ij'ff',iiii3 web---1- 5-s.,.. avg. r I4 -1 1 xxx 5 'i5,,:f,:r:RSS',c FX ,E f it X A U :I . Q If gg. fg- ,Q 'S .-L s' is fr - -t gs af-