Otto Eldred High School - Ottocrat Yearbook (Otto Township, PA)

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'- :' .1 -- 1 M953 EWQFESIP-ff 1-'Z 15-'y'z'g51E.1:,',, ., U T T U C by U: F 'l 9 3 8 sys , fav IV. 1' .jf -vmmzfm. ..- -f...i- . ,. The March of Time I Time: September, 1935, to June, 1936. Setting: Otto High School. Characters: Forty Bewildered Sophomores. Plot: Soon after September, 1935, when our class was organized, We elected as our Class Adviser Mr. Cummings, and as our officers, President, Francis Feheleygvzice President, ' , , ' - ham, Treasurer, Shirley Fox. As Washington was the goal toward which We were headed, We set about raising money. Not much happened to help us this year except a Bean Supper and a St. Patrick's Dance. TIME MARCHES ON! Time: September, 1936, to June, 1937. Setting: Otto High School. Characters: The Rising Juniors. Plot: When we returned to school as Juniors, Francis Feheley, President, Richard Schorman, Vice President, Donna Harris, Secretary: and Robert McBride, Treasurer, were officers. We made our Junior year successful by selling magazines, having a Junior play entitled, The Poor Rich , an Otto Torpedo Banquet, and a Valentine Dance. Our place was firmly established when We had a Junior- Senior Prom in May. TIME MARCHES ON! Time: September, 1937, to June 1938. Setting: Otto High School. Characters: The Prosperous Seniors. Plot: The Seniors returned earnestly striving for success and to increase their Washington fund. The class officers for this year remained the same as last. We started early in the year with the Collins Festival, a series of Weekly entertainments. On December 10, We had a dance. The class also sponsored Dime Dances throughout the basketball season. The Seniors put on their annual dramatic production, this one entitled, No Soap, which was a grand success. Then on March 18 and 19, the biggest event of the Senior class took place-The Otto High Bazaar, which completed our financial status for our Washington trip. At last on April 11, We started on our memorial trip to Washington. We were gone one week and came back very tired but eager to start in school again and finish our last task, that of graduation. May 27 was Class Night and on June 1, We received our diplomas. This means the end of our never to be forgotten High School days. TIME MARCHES ON! 25

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