Harbor High School - Mariner Yearbook (Ashtabula, OH)

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Graduates THOMAS BROWN General U. S. Marines Simplicity of character-is the natural result of profound thought. Pilot Club '50, '51 . CHARLES R. HORVATH Work, work - work! My labor never flags. General Pilot Club '5l . JOHN SIMSCIK For there's none so courtly as Jonathon. General Pilot club '50, '51, ANTHONY LAWRENCE SORICE Yea, music is the Prophet's art Among the gifts that Goal hath sent, One of the most magnificent. 26

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LORRAINE JANICE WILPULA A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair. College Preparatory Jr. Band '48, Sr. Y-Teens '48, '49, Latin Club '48, '49, G.A.A. '49, '50, '51, Sr. Band '48, '49, '50, '51, Pep Band '49, '50, '51, Intramural Sports '48, '49, '50, '51, Usher Squad '50, '51, Cheerleading '50, Sr. Girls' Club '51, Sr. Dramatics Club '50, '51, Treasurer '51, Spanish Club '50, '51, Vice President '51, Class Play '49, JEANNE MARIE ZALIMENI Ah, you flavor everything, you are the vanilla of society. General Secretarial Work G.A.A. '43, '49, '50, '51, lnffamuml Sports '48,'49, '50, '51, Sr. Y-Teens '48, '49, '50, Vice President '49, President '50, Jr. Choir '48, A Cappella Choir '50, '51, Glee Club '49, '50, Latin Club '49, Nat'l Thespians '50, '51, Dramatics '50, '51, Sr. Girls' Club '51 , President, Class Plays '49, '50, Mariner Typing '49 NO PHOTOS AVAILABLE WILLIS EDWARD BAILEY Bill The coarser pleasures of my boyish days And their glad animal movements all gone by. General Jr. Choir '47, A'CappeIla Choir '48, '49, '50, Sr. Band '47, '48, '49, '50, Brass Sextet '50, Football Manager '50, Pilot Club '50, '51. RICHARD JULIUS BALINT Whose would be a man must be a non- conformist. College Preparatory Vocal Music Jr. Choir '48, A Cappella Choir '49, '50, '51, Football '49, '50, '51, Sr. Dramatics Club '50, '51, French Club '50, '51, Class Plays '49, '50, '51. 25 Graduates

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Senior Class Histor SHHHHH .... WE'RE REMEMBERING ..... l Maybe commencement seems like the end of a long, hard road, but was it really so long ago when we trouped in from the Washington and Jackson Buildings . . . ? Two allotments of curious kids feigning nonchalance, with not so much as a smile for the other group f Our building is better! was the chip on our shouldersl. . . Yeah, we were tuffies then - but why not? Here was a whole high school of upper classmen, to get anywhere we had to be tough . . . we were the babies . We did our share of elbowing in the halls and walking ftoo fastll up the wrong stairs . . . For the first time many of us heard Mrs. Burns nearly distracted by our lacking knowl- edge of the King's English, and Mrs. Casbourne telling of the eternal wonders of her farm and family . . . How tall the seniors seem - particularly to some of us like Robert Sneary, Carole Norris, Delores Beckman, Bob Eddy and Joan Cable . . . We latched firmly to Miss Wisman as our adviser, and deskfull of books in arm, faithfully acted as though each bell was a fire alarm. Those were the days when Shirley Brown's hair hung in two long red plaits, when dates were scorned, when great numbers of us were forced into duty on the chiseler's squad land quite fittingly, too, since our gum chewing days had begun in earnestll Mr Fawcett and Mr. Wenner inspired fear in our young hearts at every office-callp it would take a little time to realize their great wealth of kindness, never to be equalled . . There's one a'them new kids .... we were old hands now as freshmen and took an avid interest in the Mother of Sorrows students just come over . . . Regardless, we were herded to the other side of the gym For basketball games, how many times were your toes mashed by massive monsters out-of-bounds? 27