Saxton Liberty High School - Block Yearbook (Saxton, PA)

Text from Pages 1 - 78 of the 1937 volume:

S axToK FORWARD The Saxton Liberty High School in its workshop has fash- -ioned material together worthy and pleasing to almost any school that it may come in contact with. We the class of 1937 pursued the making of our annual until the impressions, ideas, and visions which we had were put into the best art and composition our abilities could develop. Ours was a difficult task. To the underclasses, we fling our torch. Keep the flame burning. r V , O M T FORWARD --------------------------- 1 DEDICATION ------------------------ 4 FACULTY --------------------------- 7 THE CLASSES -- SENIORS ---------------------- 9 JUKI OR 3 --------------------29 SOPHOMORES--------------------21 FRESHMEN 33 ACTIVITIES ----------------------- 25 LITERARY --------------------- 50 ADVERTISING SECTION ------------- 68 3 The Seniors of Saxton Liberty High School respectfully dedicate this volume of CHIPS to THU FACULTY OF TH3 HIGH SCHOOL in gratitude for the service which they have so faithfully rendered towards our welfare and betterment. 4 ' 0 J u UJ). tL I SupQjjvisiv.g principal (v Q . Q ■■ £ Language Instructor IzJcz ■'taJ $?'fl ■' s:J£s Commercial Instructor Ultimo i..u x-vi a- S T JUdtra Physical Education and Social Studies Instructor English Instructo IP _________ 't’S £, V . O ✓ , (1. -7 Social Studies Instructor High School Principal and Science Instructor Mathematics Instructor ,i. W S rfervisor of Vocational Agriculture 5 kN OPEN LETTER TO THE SENIORS The difference between success and failure is the determination to hang on to the proposition in which one has faith, even though the world laughs in your face. It takes grit and lots of it, to enable you to maize good. Yoxx are to-day the product of your past labor. Your past conditions your future. Most young people want to reap the momont they have sown. We must plant carefully, till the ground intelligently and the harteest will come. Patience is a necessity, not a virtue. It takes grit to stick to a modest, obscure thankless job. V ithcut grit you get no where; with grit no one can stop you. Our greatest distinctions have been won by actions, net words; by doeds, not dreams. Sow wisely in the morning and forenoon end reap a full harvest in the afternoon of your life. Joseph W. Howe, Supervising Principal. May we point out to you at this time dear reader, that this publication which you are now reading is a student product. The initative for such a publication came from the students. It is written, edited and financed soley by the members of the Press Club under the direction of their advisor, Mr. Timmons, with the help of other members of the student body. Many are the mistakes here-in, but please remember, we are high school students, not finished or professional journalists. - 6 The Staff FACULTY JOSEPH !. HOVE Teachers College Columbia University M.A. Everett High School Hyndman Public Schools Saxton Liberty High School May I have your attention, please? RUTH B. BOAL Juniata College A.3. Duke University Graduate V ork Saxton Liberty High School Oh yeah? SARA JANE DICK Indiana State Teachers College Saxton Liberty High School Hey, well look! DANIEL F. GRAHAM Susquehanna University A.B. Springfield College l ar. s. B.P.E. Stonycroek Township Consolidated Schools Saxton Liberty High School In other words. L. MAUDE LONG Millersville State Teachers College Duke University Summerville High School Saxton Liberty High School Human nature never changes. 7 ROSE L. MeCAHAN Shippensburg State Teachers College B.S. State College Summer School Collingswood N.J. High School Saxton Liberty High School Say. you ought to be able to do that. AMOS A. SHARPE Juniata College B.S. University of Michigan M.S. Saxton Liberty High School Ye Gods I HAROLD E. STINSON Millersvilie state Teacher College B.S. Graduate work, Northwestern University Saxton Liberty High School Do you get the idea? GUY E. TIMMONS Penn State B.S. Graduate work, Penn State Delong Memorial High School Jersey-Town High School Saxton Liberty High School Come on gang, pipe down I Don't blame a successful man for bragging a bit ---- no one with a good catch of fish goes home by way of the back alley. e AKFA ANNA ACITELLI Annie Basketrball 1 Dramatics 3 Greatest desire; To take honors. Favorite expression; Oh, mei DOROTHY ALBRIGHT Dottie Glee Club 2 Tri-Hi-Y 3,4 Class Officer 4 Dramatics 4 Greatest desire; To go to Juniata College. Favorite Expression; Ah shucks I BETTY BAILEY Tillie Basket-ball 2,3,4 Press Club 3,4 Tri-Hi-Y 3,4 Class Officer 3 Acheivement Award 3 Sec. Athletic Association 4 Greatest desire; To marry Allen. Favorite expression; Oh, Yeah? ELIZABETH BAILEY E. B. Greatest desire; To be with the Victor in the battle of life. Favorite expression; So What? VIRGINIA 3ERKSTRESSER Ginny Dramatics 1,2,3,4 Greatest desire; To make a collection of brass buttons. Favorite expression; Why, my gosht VIRGINIA BLANKLEY K Blondie Glee Club 2 Greatest desire; To become a nurse. Favorite expression; That's what I think. RICHARD BRUMBAUGH 'S Dick Football 3,4 Track 3,4 Orchestra 3,4 F. F. A. 4 Baseball 4 Greatest desire; To be a professional loafer. Favorite expression; How are you today? PAUL CAROTHET'!S Junior F. F. A. 4 Greatest desire; To be a butcher. Favorite expression; So am I. FRANCES CULLEN Fran Greatest desire; To graduate from Duke University. Favorite expression; My heavens. Glee Club 2 Tri-Hi-Y 4 JOS CYPHER Duke Baseball 1,4 Track 1,4 Class Officer 1,2,3 Football 1,2,3 Greatest desiro; To become a millionaire. Favorite expression; ’.That ? LEOTA DAVIS Squirrelly Greatest desire; To be a nurse. Favorite expression; What did you say? GLENN DEFIBAUGH Prof F. F. A. 4 Greatest desire; To be an aviator. Favorite expression; I forgot it, GLENN DOKAHOS Buck Greatest desire; To overcome his fear of Beulah and Bob. Favorite expression; Aw, you're kiddin'. MARY DETVVILER Just Mary Press Club 3,4 Greatest desire; To make a good housewife. Favorite expression; ’That did you say? ALICE DIXON Allie Class Officer 5 Tri-Hi-Y a,4 Basketball 2,3,4 Greatest desire; To marry Frankie . Favorite expression; You guess. VERNON DIXON Chief Hi-Y President 3,4 Dramatics 4 Athletic Association 3 Orchestra 1,2,3,4 Monitor 4 Greatest desire; To jilt Charlie for Mrs. Smythe Kersey. Favorite expression; Dumb? tchl tchi HOWARD DGRfLAN Buck Hi-Y 4 Class Officer 3,4 Athletic Association 3 Monitor 4 Dramatics 4 Greatest desire; To become President. Favorite expression; Good goshl BETTY EICHEL32RGER Lizzie Basket-ball 2,3,4 Tri-Hi-Y President 3,4 Dramatics 2,3,4 Athletic Association 3,4 Class Officer 1,3,4 Glee Club 2 - 12 - Great Tc Favo 01 VI LB Fool Trac Bas j Gret; Tc Fav! f R0Y1 Car F. Grc Fav. THO Ore Dri Liol Clt Grl Dr Gr Fat Greatest desire; To be a second Eddie Duchin. HILDA HOOVER Sis Favorite expression Oh, nuts! Press Club 3,4 Dramatics 1,2,3 WILLARD FIG .RD v hitey Greatest desire; To be an artist,. Football 3,4 Track 4 Baseball 4 Favorite expression; V hat do we have to do? Greatest desire; To be a fancy diver. VERA HOUCK Vera Basketball 1 Favorite expression; lie, too. Dramatics 3 ROY HESS i Cannibal Greatest desire; To be a school teacher. F. F. A. Treasurer 4 Favorite expression; You think so? Greatest desire; To ovm a new Jelloppeo HELEN HUGHES Helen Favorite expression; Yep. Greatest desire; To be an old maid. THOLI . G KICKES v' Tom Favorite expression; If he thinks that— Orchestra 2,3,4 Dramatics 4 Lonitor 4 Class Officer 1,2 MONA KELLEY Cornie Dramatics 4 Cheer Leader 3,4 Greatest desire; To read Gone With The Wind. Basketball 2,3,4 Greatest desire ; Favorite expression; Let him try it. To capture that certain someone. TH3LI-A HINKLE Tim FKvorite expression; What was that? Press Club 3,4 Dramatics 4 EDITH KIFER Swan Greatest desire; To be a beauty operator. Greatest desire; To be a hairdresser. Favorite expression; No kiddin'? Favorite expression; Oh, nuts! 15 JOHN KNODE Johnny Football 4 F. F. A. Scribe 4 Track 4 Baseball 4 Greatest desire; To be the best newsboy in Saxton. Favorite expression; That's what you think. DOR KRIEGER Brutus Greatest desire; To capture Julius Caesar. Favorite expression; My land s ! SARA LONG Sally Greatest desire; To be a housewife. Favorite expression; Heck! BETTY McCAVITT Betts Basketball 5,4 Tri-Hi-Y 4 Greatest desire; To get a job. Favorite expression; Cone on. Oh, Yeah. PATRICIA MeCULLUM Patsy Greatest desire; To go to college. Favorite expression; Can you beat that? DONALD MOFFATT Don Dramatics 4 Monitor 4 Hi-Y 3,4 Athletic Association Treasurer 3 Greatest desire; To live to see the Dudley road finished. Favorite expression; I,ike the dickens 1 MADELEINE PUTT Hattie Press Club 3,4 Debate 1,2 Glee Club 2 Dramatics 2 Greatest desire; To be a success in the Bus i ne s s ' .'or Id . Favorite expression; I'm so darned busy. EVA RICHARDS Evie Greatest desire; To be a beautician. Favorite expression; Did you hear what she said? MARYID RITCHEY Marve Press Club 3,4 Glee Club 2 Tri-Hi-Y 4 Greatest desire; To scrub shelves after school. Favorite expression; I wasn’t talking. VIRGINIA ROGERS Ginn; Tri-Hi-Y 4 Greatest desire; To be a nurse. Favori I HELEN Hej- Drama Tri-KL Great To 1 in Favor Th CHARI RU_ Greai To Favoi Ye BETTl Tri-1 Clasl Greai To | Favoj KATKL Drama Tri-j Clas!| Glee Gr eel To Favc MARJ 14 Favorite expression; I think so too. HELEN SHONTZ Helen Dramatics 4 Tri-Ki-Y 3,4 Greatest desire; To be the smartest girl in college. Favorite expression; That's right. CHARLES SMITH Rubber Greatest desire; To go to college. Favorite expression; Yes. BETTY STAPLETON Stapie Tri-Hi-Y 3,4 Class Officer 3,4 Greatest desire; To see June come. Favorite expression; Why, my lands 1 KATHERINE STOLER Cassie Dramatics 3,4 Tri-Hi-Y 3,4 Class Officer 1,2,3 Glee Club 2 Greatest desire; To conquer chemistry. Favorite expression; Well, for cats sake I MARIE SWEET REE Dramatics 4 Greatest desire; To be a school teacher. Favorite expression; Nurtz! SARA SYSTER V Sally Greatest desire; To become a nurse. Favorite expression; I didn't know that. HATTIE WALLS Hat Greatest desire; To live in Marklesburg. Favorite expression; Is that the truth? BARBARA WEAVER Babs Greatest desire; To become a Southerner's wife. Favorite expression; Oh, you say the darndest things. MAE WORTHING Mae West Glee Club 2 Dramatics 2,3,4 Rhodes Oratorical 4 Press Club 3 Greatest desire; To teach eleocution. Favorite expression; I ate too much. - 15 - CLASS POEM Our days of triumph now have come Our high school days are past What we have worked for we have won Highest laurels are ours at last. Hardships, heartaches, we all have known, Disappointments and discouragements, too;- Some of our trials we have borne alone Some we have shared with those tried and trrua. W.e shared our hopes of happiness, V e shared our plans of life, We shared our joys of deep success. As well as fears and strife. Our lessons we studied day by day Some were difficult and long Along with these we learned to obey And was ta ught right conquers wrong. Our teachers were guides who led us through Our darkest days of despair They helped us and encouraged us anew When we felt we did not care. Our playtimes too we will miss When each other we learned to know Our thoughts will go back to those moments of bliss Which made our love and friendship for each other grow.. Some of us will go to a higher school, Some the school of life will begin. We will carry with us the golden rule Whioh we must use if we would win. Schoolmates, now ec will say farewell. It is time that wo must part Our friendships which we have loved so well We will treasure eternally in our hearts. Teachers, farewell.'. We must leave you. Wo want to thank you all For your love and patience which brought us through, Sometimes, your guiding hand we'll recall. Our paths, we hope, will cross once more When or where we cannot tell We'll speak of school days, joys of yore Now once more we say farewell. - 16 - Helen Hughes CLASS HISTORY On a September moraine quite a few years ago, the six year old boys anc. girls of 3edford and Huntingdon counties answered to tne roll call of the public school for the first oine. The lads and lasses were tiuid little folk with rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes. Perhaps, some even wept because tney had to go to school. How, after approximately twelve years, you see a final selection from several groups of those boys and girls of these two counties. Since many of our number joined us in the Freshman year our history as a class really begins at that time. 'hen the school bell summoned us September 1, 1933. we bravely trudged up the hill amid the jeers of the upper classmen. Our nearts beat at an alarming rate when we entered the building. In one corner we saw a group of people who looked as frightened as we felt, 'e soon found out that they were the new students from Hummell, Cherrytown, and other places. 7e allied ourselves with them and felt much easier. e must have looked very green for every one seemed to know we rere the Freshmen. hiss Long helped us get settled and v e soon felt much ao nome. e paio little attention to the upoerclassmen1s ricicule. But one day we sat up and took notice. ’7e heard that we were going to be initiated, 'e lived in fear and trip- idatlons for two weeks. At last the dreaded time came, “’e all survivea, out most of us never looked the same after it v as over. That year we learned many important and true things such as: x equals y if y equals x. e realized what great value this would be to us in later life, and so we studied it assiduously and made great progress. Our teachers became very discouraged with us at times, but when final examinations came they proved that we were prepared to become Sophomores. Our Sophomore year was filled with many trials. The Juniors ano Seniors did not seem to know that v e were no longer Freshmen. They continued to oppress us in every way they possibly could. And the Freshmen paid no attention to us whatever. lien spring time came, after an uneventful v inter, we played for the championship in baseball and lost. in football that year v e only lost to Huntingdon. Again our free and easy lives were disturbed by final examinations, which were destined to make us Juniors. The months of vacation passed and we were glad to return - 17 - to our Alma Mater as upper classmen. ''e did not go to the old high school but entered the Saxton Liberty High School as Juniors. e felt that we had reached a very desirable position. me first social event of the year was a Kallov.'een partv in the new auditorium. Our football season was filled with many victories for our school. Our boys continued to work hard and when basket- ball season came again won honors. Along in May we held our Junior picnic at Paradise Furnace. About thirty members of the class and Mr. Graham and Hiss McCahan were with us. e all enjoyed the delicious hot dogs and marshmallows. e had a very good time swimming and playing ball. Vacation was welcomed with great joy, for we had worked during the year and were glad to rest from school routine. On September 3, 1936, it was with varied emotions that we walked across town for our final enrollment. Now that we had finally reached that goal towards which we had long striven, it did not seem so desirable. But we realized with regret that this would be our last year in our Alma Mater, which we had learned to love so well. 'Then roll was called most of the old students answered to the call; a few had fallen by the wayside. Two girls came from Dudley to finish their four jrears of high school. It has been rumored that a few of our class mates have set sail upon the matrimonial sea. Election was held and the honored ones were Howard Dorman, President, Betty Eichelberger, Vice President, Dorothy Albright, Secretary, Betty Stapleton, Treasurer. The basketball team did very well this year, 'e won the Tussey Mountain League and lost to Boswell in a championship game. The football team made a good showing too. Here Comes Charlie was presented by our class under the directions of Miss Long, in the new high school auditorium on Friday, December 11, 1936. •Ve have enjoyed the work as well as the play during these years, e have considered seriously the benefits as well as the pleasures these years have brought us. Under the leadership of an excellent faculty and school board we have studied and planned and as a result of their kindness and tolerance we shall go out into the world. Thus we end our eventful history, realizing that tomorrow we, too, shall be history. 18 Joe Cypher CLASS PROPHECY I had a dream the other night, About our Senior Class; And in it there was shown to me What things would come to pass. Edith Kifer will go to Paris, A. beauty expert there to be. Little Eva will go to China To curl the hair of the Chinese. Helen Hughes a second Garbo, Will for a prince make a good wife. Not so, with jolly Barbara Who for writing fame will strive. Next come flirtatious Mona, Who still believes to love them all. Dorothy Albright just the opposite, She sticks to one, the first of all. Betty Bailey will own a circus She and Dusty will do the tricks I Elizabeth Bailey will go to Cumberland, Where she and Vic will pay two bits. Virginia Berkstresser, an office slave, Will type and toil, day by day. But not so domestic Hattie, Who'll for her brother work away. Frances Cullen will go to Duke, And she won't be back very soon. Joseph Cypher will stay at home, And have a farm, and raise coons. Leota Davis quiet and nice, Will hitch up with an old friend Tom. Glen Defibaugh our bashful boy, Will raise chickens on a farm. Next comes our good friend Mary, A lone missionary will she be. Not so with lovely Alice, Who'll count her children one, two, three. Howard Dorman, the Senior hit, Will try his lick at law. Hilda Hoover, her poems will exhibit, And many large crowds will draw. 19 Marie Sweet will go to State, And learn to cook the barber's dish. Roy Hess will drive a taxi, And take you wherever you wish. Thelma Hinkle will mary George, And live out on a farm. Donald Koffatt the Senior bachelor, Won't win the fair lady, despite her charm. Willard Figard, the girls great worry, Will try a scheme to win a wife. Sara Long will hitch with Barney, And she'll be called a model wife. Virginia Blankley will be a nurse, And relieve those in distress. Mattie Putt will go in business, And run the Saxton Press. Dora Kreiger will take a trip, And find her husband, John. Betty McCavitt will study teaching, And teach our children one by one. Patsy McCollum will live up North. Right near to the Dionne's. Marvid Ritchey will be a singer For the side walks of New York. Virginia Rogers, a perfect model, Will make the money over in Franco. Helen Shontz, a first class orator, Will get her reward, but not by chance. Charlie Smith, a good veteninary, Will doctor many a horse. Bettie Stapleton a business lady Will teach a business course. Cassie Stoler, a movie star. Is now playing in Lovely Spring. Sara Syster, will have hotels, For instance one is Bedford Springs. Vernon Dixon, our greatest worry, Will be at home in Kelly's row . Glen Donahoe, in no great hurry Will make a trip around the world . Tom Hickes will make a movie, Betty Eichelberger will be the star, While a radio announcer's position Will be filled by Dick Brumbaugh. 20 But now the day is breaking, And I must rise to work, I hope my dreams will be fulfilled By members of the senior class. Anna Acitelli Mae Worthing Vera Houck THE EDITOR’S WORRY The typographical error is a slippery thing and sly, You can hunt until you are dizzy, but it somehow will get by, Till the forms are off the presses, it is strange how still it keeps. It shrinks down into a corner, and it never stirs or peeps. Tu t typographical error, too small for human eyes, Till the ink is on the paper, when it grows to mountain size. The boss, he stares with horror, then he grabs his hair and groans; The copy reader drops his head upon his hands and moans---- The remainder of the issue may be clean as clean can be, But that typographical error is the only thing you see. —Exchange. You can’t keep your head in the clouds and your feet on the ground at the sme time, unless you’re walking in a fog. 21 CLASS WILL OF '37 We, the Senior class of Saxton Liberty High School, in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and thirty-seven, being about to depart from these halls of knowledge within which we have toiled ceaselessly for four years and have been criticized endlessly, but ideal, do give I TEL regardless and devise - To the Juniors who our ability to raise of which we have attained our highest this, our last will and testament, are to fill our places in the high school money, ITEL - To the silly Sophomores our deepest hope that they will attain the rank of sophisticated Juniors. ITEL - To the Freshman class our advice to settle down and to remember that others as well as they have passed the eighth Tony Shark, Donald Loffatt's good looks. Jack ’.711 Hams, Buck Dorman's ability to play basketball. Pauline Blankley, the intelligence of Anna Acitelli. Russell Burkett, Joe Cypher's ability to play a banjo. Edna Huff, four feet of Ladeleine Putt's height. Earl Shark, Roy Hess's Chevrolet to go to Robertsdale. Paul Thompson, Glen Defibaugh's tardy excuses. Roy Allison, Tom Hick.es' pipe. George '.Villison, Vernon Dixon's gift of gab. Anna Mary McCollum, Barbara ’Veaver's giggles. Dorothy Huff, Virginia Blankley's permanent wave. Eugene Bailey, the Senior boys' acting ability. Paul Barnett, John Knode's horse laugh. George Folk, Bill Figard's kindness to blondes. Kay Gibboney, Charles Smith's Chevrolet. Clair Smith, Paul Ca.rother's intelligence so that he might know the difference between cabbage and lettuce. - To Bob Livingston, Buck Donahoe's ambition to be an undertaker. - To Ruth Barnett, Frances Cullen's form. Audrey Bryant, Helen Hughes's curly hair. Lucille Bussard, Virginia Berkstresser's complexion. Edna Carbaugh, the Senior girls' surplus stationery. Eunice Carbaugh, Eva Richard's dates. James Carberry, Dick Brumbaugh's ambition to be a farmer. - To Alverda Chiarizia, Leota Davis's red ha,ir. Kenneth Hall, Hilda Hoover's unfailing memory. Pearl Houp, Vernon Dixon's oratorical powers. Helen Kifer, Edith Kifer's cosmetics. Sam Long, Joe Cypher's box of shotgun shells and his ITEM grade - To ITEM - To ITEM - To ITEM - To ITEM - To ITEM - To ITEM - To ITEM - To ITEM - To ITEM - To ITEM - To ITEM - To ITEM - To ITEM - To ITEM - To ITEM _ To ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM To To To To To - To - To - To - To dog. - To - To - To - To - To - To Maynard Lynn, Cassie Stoler's interest in school. Nonie McCa.vitt, Thelma Hinkel's dignity. Carrie Carbaugh, Paul Carother's seat in Room 2. Muriel Cates, Betty Eichelberger's curves. Emma Hollingshead, Hattie all's glasses. Margaret MeElwain, Dora Krieger's shyness. - 22 - ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM ITEM our the - To Eugene Metzgar, the Senior's artistic ability. - To Dolly Reed, Elizabeth Bailey's faithfulness to her boy friend. - To Minnie Roland, Alice Dixon's charming powers. - To Phyllis Ross and Madeleine Fouse, Eva and Marie's friendship. - To Elizabeth Shark, Betty Bailey's basketball ability. - To Ruth Treece, Mary Detwiler's quiet ways. - To Veda Treece, Betty McCavitt's freckles. - To Fra.ncis Bryan, Tom Hickes' candy bar trade. - To Mary Carbaugh, Thelma Hinkle's rouge. - To Rnwleigh Clapper, Bill Figard'3 various excuses for absence. - To John Comely, Mr. Howe's occupation. - To Emmy Lou Fluke, Vera Houck and Mona Kelley's giggles. - To James Grove, Donald Moffatt's business ability. - To John Hamilton, Buck Dorman's drag with Mr. Graham. - To Frank Harvey, Betty Stapleton's managing ability. - To Tom Maugle, Vernon Dixon's attraction for the opposite sex. - To Helen Powell, Dorothy Albright's talking speed. - To Martha Ritchey, Sara Long and Virginia Roger's dates. - To Vernon Savadow, Mae •'•orthings muscle. - To Da.vid Shaal, Sara Syster's walk. - To Dick Shetrom, Marvid Ritchey's knack of looking freshly laundered. - To Graffious Smith, Helen Shontz's perfect attendance record. - To Ralph Speck, Marie Sweet's poetry anthology. - To Lee ’Worthing, Cassie Stoler's height. In witness whereof, we have set our hands and seal unto this last will and testament written upon two sheets of paper, first da.y of June, one thousand nine hundred o.nd thirty - seven. Senior Class (Seal) Signed, sealed, published, and declared by the above named testament as and for the last will and testament, in the presence of us, who in the presence at request and in the presence of each other, have here unto affixed our names as attesting witnesses. Charles Smith Roy Hess Brick: Boy, she certa.inly ga.ve you a dirty look. Bat; '.Vho did? Brick; Mother Nature. 23 PESSIMIST Now that '.ie arc ready to say good-bye to Saxton-Liberty High Schoo}. we have a few complaints to make. We don’t want to grumble but, if you had to put up with what we did, I am sure you would say plenty. How would you like to go from one room to the other for class? All the teachers do is stand in the rooms, with a big scowl on their faces, while wo poor students run our legs off going from room to room for class. To top io olf, the rooms are either like a take over o- a refrigerator. Is it any wonder we have colds? 7hy can’t something be done to regulate the temperature? Our dear friend. Hr. Joseph W. Howe, made school-life more miserable than it was before. Now school takes up at 8:30 instead of 3:45 as it used to. Last fall I was a nervous wreck. Every time we went to P. 0. D. class Kr. Danny Graham would start killing poor, helpless, liwtle flies with a ruler. Everytime he came down on his desk with a bang, all the students jumped. Why doesn’t he pick on somebody his size. How would you like to go to class and hear the teacher say, See here1, from the beginning to the end of class? That’s Miss Sara Jane Dick, just in case you didn't know. She says, See here; Sec here I See here'. See here'. the whole period till you are bored to death. It isn't very oloasant to go into your home room and find your desk crammed full of paper. Don't the underclassmen have even a little bit of respect for us Seniors? Why bother to have school every day? Couldn't we go to school just two or three days out of a week? Why does Mr. Howe have to spoil our assembly programs? Just when we are having the time of our lives, he had to spoil it all by a long list of announcements. If announcements are so important, why not take a day off now and then just, for announcements? When you are absent from school a day you have to do a week's work in order to catch up with the rest of the class. Why have all this make-up work? Can we help it if we are sick and have to miss school? I wonder if all Business Law students have as big assignments as we do. It certainly was going some when our class had to go on a strike to get smaller assignments. That was all right, but Miss Dick slowly crawled up the latter to large assignments again. We surely had to work for half a credit. 24 Miss Long has a pretty hot Scotch-Irish temper. If you don't believe ine you ought to be around when we come back from assembly. She always gives us a good lecture then. Yes, it's free and you can take it for what it's worth. J . . A person can't have secrets. Everything you do Mr. Guy E. Timmons find out and puts it in the Chips under the name of Key-Hole Katie or something like that. Wouldn't it be wonderful to do something just once that the whole school wouldn't know about it? What this high school needs is a study hall. The Teachers continually scold us for loafing. Now may I ask, How can you concentrate in a room where a teacher is having class? Miss Long says we need a library.. For once she is right You never can read the book you want to. How can you read a book if you can't get hold of it? As I don't want to bore you to death with my troubles, I suppose I had better not say anymore, still I could tell you plenty if only time and space would permit it. Barbara Weaver Helen Hughes P.S. If you are English, please take the above with a grain of salt. Wife (learning to drive) -- But I don't know what to do'. Husband -- Just imagine that I'm driving. Poets ravo about the dawn but farmers are about the only people that ever see it. Be glad and rejoice in the other fellow's success ____ study his methods. Experience is what many for something else. of us set when we are really looking £5 Dear Miss Long, You will be surprised to receive a letter from us. But we have had such a thrilling experience that we felt you would like to hear about it. In case you haven't heard, we are taking a tour together through Egypt and the Sahara Desert. Our life’s ambition to travel is finally being realized and we find ourselves overcome by the mystic spell of the desert. It is impossible to put into words the beauty and fascination of the East. One evening at dusk our caravan stopped at a small town after a half day’s journey. At nightfall, the cool desert breezes, min- -led with distant beating of drums, awakened our adventurous spirits and led us out into the streets to see the town by night. At first, the feeling of being alone in this land of mystery among strange people frightened us, but we were determined to go on. We had only walked a block or more when vve were suddenly accosted by a gruesome- looking figure crouched in the sand, crying .in broken English, he begged us to stop and listen; but we shrank back in terror. With long boney fingers. He began to make strange markings in the sand and we fell under his spell. Me sand on the ground beside him and to our astonishment he began to mumble out familiar names-names of our classmates of 1957. He told us about each one, and we will try to tell you briefly what he foretold. Frances Cullen—Tombourine shaker for the Salvation Army, fiarvid Ritchey—Cigarette girl at a Nightclub in Harlem. Mona Holly—Second Peggy Hopkins Joyce with ten unhappy matrimonial experiences to her credit. Helen Hu ,hes—Assistant trainer for dancing seals in 3«rl Carrol's V-nities. Anna Acitelli—Just put forth a best seller The Love Life of an Oyster. Dick Brumbaugh—Whittling hobby horses for Cable's 3aby Department. Helen Shontz and Hattie Walls--Cow girls in Buffalo Bill's Wild rk;st Show. Bill Figard--Bug exterminator for the Battle Creek Cereal Company. Buck Dorman—A Swiss taffy puller who runs around the Alps, catching the tears of jelly-fish in brown paper bags. Mae ,'orthing—Missionary to Dudley teaching the little red heads not to throw bricks. Eva Richards—Kite demonstrator in Jumbo’s Baloon Factory. Marie S eot—Chief organist for a steam calliope. Vera Houck—Proprietress of a novelty doll shop. Barbara Weaver—Parachute jumper! Quite famous! Highest leap from the top of Weaver's Ivon x’oost. Mary Dwtviiler—Owner of excursions boat on the Paystown Branch. Bettio Stapleton:—Medical missionary to Gobbler’s Knob. Dorothy Albright—Honeymooning on a coal barge with a sailor boy. Roy Hess—Moth inspector to the North Pole. Virginia 31 nkley—The famous IT girly of 1940. Dora Krieger—Competing in a Prima Donna Contest at the Coalmont Opera House. Patsy McCollum—Bugologist and flea chaser in the .4ndes. - L6 - have • hear ravel ; the ter in- irits first, e only Jsome- e th ;and nd s 11 nial l's nt, Id. uiing not ora Virginia Rogers—Manager of the Infant's Department at Bowser's Department Store. Buck Donahoe—Undertaker at Huff's funeral home, Saxton, Pa. ( here die’, he get his pull?) Betty ;.:cCavitt--Life-saving instructress at Long Beach, California. Edith Lifer—Demonstrator of Coty's Products at Durket's Drug Store. Ladeleine Putt—Harried to ''Hen and is busy taking care of the little chickens. Glen Defibaugh—Champion Karathon hitch hiker of Honolulu. Tom Hickes—Exploring Alaska in a search for toothless combs. Cassie 3toler--Queen of the vvall -v ally-whoopers of the Buggy tribe of Bugs. Betty Bailey—Dietician at the Hey Noony Nooney Institute for f eeble-minded. Sara Syster--First woman to become a bull fighter in Spain. Hilda Hoover—Adopted by Dagwood and Blondie as she resembles their little Baby Dumpling. Leota Davis—Stenographer at Smither's i!ut and 3olt Factory. John Knode—Champion pie-eater of Page. Charles Smith—Riding crocodiles down the Amazon River. Vernon Dixon—Inspector of woodum—poofums (fish that swim backwards to keep the water out of their eyes), in order to drown his sorrows after his divorce from the much married Ilona. Alice Dixon--Hippotamus trainer in a Chinese circus. Don Hoffat—Snaky sniffer for Sniffen Snoop, the great detective. Thelma Hinkle—Journalist for the Police-Gazette. Elizabe th Bailey—Blues singer for Hiram Dribbleousses' Dance Band. Sara Long--Hello-girl at Bell Telephone Company, Aitch, Pa. Paul Carothers—Operator of a Pretzel Twister at Ivyside Park. Joe Cypher—Producer of false faces for Boris Karloff. After telling us this he utterly vanished into thin air. 'e Got up feeling rather hazy, but v'ith every detail of this strange incident so clear cut and vivid in our minds that we just had to pass it on to someone and--you happened to be that lucky person, e are planning to come home soon and settle dov;n to a quiet life, raising cabbages. Sincerely, Virginia Berkstresser Bettie Eichelberger Violets blossom just where they find themselves and send out a fragrance no matter what their surroundings. Genius is parti’ inspiration, but mostly perspiration. —Thomas Edison 27 OPTIMIST Havinc spent my high school hays in the Saxton Liberty High School, I don't believe that there is a better school in the community. Our Senior Class is far from being slow as we have accomplished more than all the proceeding classes, ’Ye sponsored a play--the first for several years-- Here Comes Charlie. It was a grand success, ’Ye are glad to see that the Juniors are following our example by putting on a play under the direction of Miss McCahan. '.Ye will surely miss Miss Long's English class for without her to correct our sure's and surely's we wouldn't be a ble to even begin to write this. hr6 want to express our appreciation to those who were very willing to help in all the programs sponsored by the school. The hard-working boys of the Ag. class under Mr. Timmons have certainl;' beautified our surroundings by taking care of the lawn. They have planted shrubbery and are going to keep the lawn in order. The Senior Class wish to give Mr. and Mrs. Sharpe their best v ishes and we hope they may live happily ever after. The monitors are to be congratulated upon the fine way in which they kept the students changing in a neat and orderly manner. Ye hope that the next group of monitors will continue in the same way. ” e believe that the Freshmen will be trained very well because their started in the school under the supervision of Miss Dick and Mr. Timmons. '.Ye wish to congratulate Mr. Graham on the fine tea.ms he has produced in the past, and hope for many more in the future. The School Carnival this year was a great success due to the great help from the extra curricular activities and student body as well. '.Ye have done our best to set a good exa.mple for the under classmen and hope that they have benefited through our work. — Vernon Dixon — Donald Moffatt - 28 - JUNIOR CLASS A.llison, Roy Dailey, Eugene Barnett, Ruth Blankley, Pauline Barnett, Paul Bryan, Francis Bryant, Audrey 3urkett, Russell Bussard, Lucille Carbaug.h, Carrie Carbaugh, Edna Carbaugh, Eunice Carbaugh, Mary Carberry, James Cates, I'uriel Chiarizia, Ailverde. Clapper, Raleigh Cornelly, John Fluke, Emmy Lou Folk, George Fouse, Madeline Gibboney, Kay Grove, James Hall, Kenneth Hamilton, John Harvey, Frank Hollingshead, Emma Houp, Pearl Huff, Dorothy Huff, Edna Kifer, Helen Livingston, 3ob Long, Sam Kaugle, Tom McCavitt, Nonie Me C o 11 urn, Anna Ka ry McElwain, Margaret Metzgar, Eugene Powell, Helen Reed , Dolly Reed , Dorothy Ritchey, Martha Roland, Minnie Ross, Phyllis Savadow, Vernon Shaal, David Shark, Earl Shark, Elizabeth Shark, Tony Sheterom, Dick Smith, Clair Smith, Graffious Speck, Ralph Thompson, Paul Treece, Ruth Treece, Veda Williams, Jack Willison, George Worthing, Lee 30 SOPHOMORE CLAPS 3 Allen, James Allison, Verna Bailey, Lois 3aker, Earl Benner, James Bowser, Arlene Bowser, Jeanne Breneman, Catherine Brumbaugh, Doris Brumbaugh, Jack Bryant, Fay 3ussick, William Carberry, Owen Clark, Fred Cunningham, Jack Cunningham, Richard Cunn i ngham, Virginia Cypher, Ellen Davis, Arnold Decker, Robert Dixon, Clarence Donelson, Kenneth Donelson, Sara Dorman, Merle Dorman, Ralph Eichelberger, Dorothy Figard, Janet Fisher, Dorothy Gibboney, Jack Graziotti, Leroy Harvey, Guy Hess, George Hinkle, Betty Hoover, Thorne Houp, Faye Houp, Betty Houp, Kenneth Houp, John Keim, Arnold Kensinger, Christine Kensinger, Virginia Kifer, Amy Lanehart, Doris Lynn, Maynard McCoy, Harold Miller, William Koffatt, Helen Foyle, George Oakes, Leona Pennell, Alvin Reed, Max Rhodes, Betty Richards, Mary Rinard, Galen Roland, William Ross, Walter 3aIkeId, Betty Sheterom, Billie Sheterom, Ruby Smith, Dorothy Sprow, Verna Stapleton, Charlotte Treece, June Wilkins, Eston Williams, Paul Duvall, Fern - 32 FRE3HKEN bair, elnora brenna, robert bridenbaugh, lewis brod.e, blair brumbaugh, william carberry, eugene carberry, genevieve clapper, donna dark, grace Cornelius, Virginia cornelly, william Cunningham, mary curfman, Virginia cypher, tom davis, jack davis, william detwiler, william dick, betty dixon, donald dixon, robert donelson, alice- fisher, mary fouse, william guillard, Chester guillard, pete hamilton, arthur hazzarb, gerald hess, sara hoffman, gilbert'' hoover, willis hopkins, evelyn ,huf f man, susanna •johnson, fayetta kifer, ruby kifer, william koch, ernest kreiger, robert luther, mercedes mceldo’.vney, delores mellott, joan mellott, nellie marie kuffner, frank masood , james may, george mceiwee, deveaux rnears, don miller, ruth morningstar, pauline morris, betty palmer, betty ramsey, althea ramsey, clair ramsey, lois reed, ed ith reed, gladys reed, gordon reed, jeannette reed, mary richard, gordon rogers, edna schnopps, dora settle, Charles shark, william shearer, rosalyn smith, patt speck, violet Stapleton, vaughn stewart, gerald streepy, arlene stuby, alien sweet, robert sype, valura taylor, aileen thomas, robert troutman, sarnuel whitfield, paul whitman, roy willison, ruth worthing, ruby wynn, raymond 34 35 TAKE HOLD, YOUNG SOUL, A prominent Pennsylvania woman said recently: Of all the sad and sickening phenomena of the depression period, the worst to me is this so-called frustration of youthl I believe it is positively immoral to continue putting the accent on morbidity. Surely the Co-operative highway holds untold promise to any and all young souls that are plucky and hardy enough to explore it! So put your broodings and your hates away, Be groomed, Young Soul, for the dawning day Of Co-operative acheivement-- There's a wealth of life in noble strife, Only death in bereavement! TEARS is futile only as you admit it flow fastest in a selfish grief .FRUSTRATION FEARS looms as sagging wills permit it o'erwhelm ys only in our unbelief FAILURE DOU3TS lurks only in the darkened corner assail in time of indecision DESPAIR DISTRUST gains power only o’er the mourner corrodes for lack of ourer vision Reprint--Co. Op Review 36 home noon officers--saxton LIBERTY HIGH SCHOOL FRESHMEN—Hr. Timmons President Vice President Secretary Treasurer FRESHNEN- Pete Guillard Robert Dixon William Comely Alice Donelson -Hiss Dick President Vice President Secretary Treasurer SOPHOMORES James Kesood William Shark Ruby Worthing Betty Palmer ■-Hr. Stinson President Vice President Secretary Treasurer sophc; OR Elyin Penrel Eston ’ ilkins George Moyle Walter Ross -Miss Boal President Vice President Secretary Trea.surer JUNIORS- Arnold Devis Jean Bowser Jack Cunningham Ellen Cypher -Miss KcCahan President Vice President Secretary Treasurer JUNIORS—Mr Roy A.llison Kay Gibboney Ruth Barnett Robert Livingston . Graham President Vice President Secretary Treasurer SENICRS--Mi Dick Sheterom Tony Shark Vernon Savadov; Minnie Roland ss Long President Vice President Secretary Treasurer Buck Dorman Betty Eichelberger Dorothy Albright Bettie Stapelton STUDENT ACTIVITIES President Vice President Secretary Treasurer ASSOCIATION Buck Dorman Roy Allison Betty Bailey Ruth Barnett - 37 - SEXTON-LIBERTY CHAPTER F.FJL President—Russell Burkett Vice President—Tony Shark Secretary—Thorne Hoover Treasurer--Roy Hess Scribe—--John Enode An F.F.A. Chapter was organized at Sax- -ton-Liberty High School with the introducing of Vocational Agriculture in the fall of 1935. AT the present time this club numbers 45 members. The purpose of the club is to fur- ther carry out the classroom work in vocations! agriculture, encourage scholarship, leadership, thrift, and citizenship. This club has national, state and local chapters in every school where Vocational Agri- culture is taught. We are proud to say, that our chapter of this organization numbers among the most active of these chapters, and of our other school clubs. 38 HIGH SCHOOL ORCHESTRA The orchestra of Saxton Liberty High School was organized at the beginning of the school year of 1936-37. Under the leadership of Roy Allison, the orchestra has become quite popular throughout this community and has proven to be quite a popular feature of our assembly programs. The orchestra has secured many popular and interesting songs during the time they have been furnishing their music to do their part for our high school. The members of the orchestra are as follows: Roy Allison—Cornet—Leader Kay Gibboney--Piano Jack Cunningham—Clarnet Vernon Dixon—Saxaphone Vernon Savadow—Cornet Dick Brumbaugh--Drums Dick Sheterom—Trombone Jack Brumbaugh—Trombone Bill Davis—Trombone - 39 PRESS CLUB Editor--Betty Bailey Assistant Editor—Emmy Lou Fluke Assistant Editor—Harold McCoy Copy Editor--!,ladeleine Putt Joke Editor—Thelma Hinkle Art Editor—Eugene Metzgar Exchange Editor—Marvid Ritchey Girl’s Sports Editor—Ellen Cypher Boy's Sports Editor—Guy Harveys Circulation Manager—Hilda Hoover Business Manager--Eston Wilkins Chief Reporter--Elizabeth Shark Assistant Reporter—Mary Letwiler Faculty Advisor—Mr. Timmons Shortly after the beginning of the school year of 1935-'36, a call was sent out for members to organize a Press Club. Some 40 students responded to this call, but after a series of dominations, the club was culled down to 15. Graduation took 7 of these original members. The junior members have carried on the program layed down by their predecessors. This year, grad- uation takes 6 members from this group, but we have some good material from the underclasses to fill their shoes. It is the purpose of this club to train its mombers along journalistic lines. This is accom- plished by the editing of tho school paper, Chips , ; nd by the editing of the Senior Annuel by the senior members of tho group, under tho guidance of their organizor and advisor, Mr. Timmons. - 40 BOARD OF EDUCATION Oar local Board of Education is composed of ten members -- five from the Boro of Saxton and five from Liberty Township and a paid secretary. Formerly, these boards existed as separate groups, but with the consolidating of the two school districts, the boards wore united and function as one group. Much credit should go to cur present Board of Education for the fine school building and educational program as we new have it. They have kopt pace with time in its flight — wo have the new in our educational program, thanks to them. Wo, the Seniors of Saxton-Liborty High School, wish to express cur deepest gratitude to each member of the Board for what they have contributed to our education and for their contributions to the school in general. Frank Steele -- President Henry Schleuter — Vice President James Blackburn — Treasurer Earl Batzel Dr. Frank Guillard Gay Dixon George Rhodes Jess Comely Edward Ramsey Robert Leonard Ivam White — Secretary 41 AHML' L ST .PF Betty Bailey—Business Manager Hilda Hoover—Literary Editor Madeleine Putt--Copy Editor Thelma Hinkle--Humor Editor Marvid Ritchey—Sports Editor Mary Detwiler--Composing Editor Mr. Timmons—Faculty Advisor The senior members of the Press Club edit the senior copy of Chips. This is done in cooperation with the members of the senior class. Much credit should go to Miss - ong for her advice and contributions on the literary work, and also to Hilda Hoover, Betty Bailey and Madeleine Putt for their untiring efforts in editing the annual. - 42 TRI-HI-Y CLUB President—Bettie Eichelberger Vice President—Lucille Bussardt Treasurer—Virginia Rogers Secretary—Katherine Stoler Counselor--f,Iiss Boal The Tri-Hi-Y Club was organized in 1935, under the leadership of their present counselor. This Club has been very active during its two years of existence. The purpose of the Club is to create, maintain, and extend through-out the school and community, higher standards of Christian living. - 43 JUNIOR TRI-HI-Y CLUB President--Ruby Worthing Vice President—Rosalyn Shearer Treasurer—Alice Donelson Secretary—Betty Palmer Counselor--Miss Dick The Junior Tri-Hi-Y Club was organized by the .Senior Tri-Hi-Y Club in February, 1937. The purpose of this Club is to foster Christian ideals among the Freshmen and Sophomore girls. 44 HI - Y CLUB President -- Vernon Dixon Vi.ce .President — John Hamilton . Secretary -- Kay Gibboney Treasurer — Frank Harvey The Hi-Y Club of our school is in its second year of existence. The club has for its faculty adviser, Mr. Sharpe, who has aided the club greatly. The club has just taken in eight new members which will increase next years club to a membership of twenty-five. This club has given their aid to all the school activities possible. That is primarily why the club was organized. The boys of the group are trying their best to live up to its purpose which is; to create maintain, and extend throughout the school and community high standards of Christian character. SAXTON LIBERTY TRACK TEAM Schedule May 1st—Shippensburg May 8th—Roaring Spring May 15th—A.ntis Twp. May 21st--Bedford County May 22nd—District Five (Somerset) The following fellows are members of the track team under the supervision of Mr. D, F. Graham. Brumbaugh-mile, G. Harvey, mile, 3. Shark-mile, Hickes-hi-jump, Livingston-hi- jump, T. Shark-pole vault, Willison-polo vault, Figard-shot-put, Dorman-shot-put, A. Davis- half-mile, Moyle-half-mile, Reed-half-mile, Cernely-quarter-mile, B. Davis-quarter-mile, Settles-broad jump. Arnold Davis broke the half-mile record for Class B. schools at Shippensburg State Teachers College May 1st, by running the dis- tance ir 2 minutes and 12 seconds. Dick Brumbaugh placed first in the one mile race at Roaring Spring May 8, by running in 5 minutes and 12 seconds. We wish to have more first places in the on coming meets. 46 SAXTON LIBERTY HIGH SCHOOL BASEBALL SCHEDULE 1937 April 23 - Smith Voc. Away Lay 4 - Braocl Top Away Lay 11 - Smith Vcc. Home May 14 - Broad Top Home May IS - Replogle Away May 20 - Replogle Home May 25 - Roaring Spring Home May 28 - Roaring Spring Away The following boys reported for baseball practice: J. Cypher, Carothers, G. Smith, s. Sharke, Mears, illison, Ross, J. Brumbaugh, J. Comely, Maugle, T. Sharke, B. Sharke, Hamilton, ’Vilkins, Bussick, Bryan, Figart, Lynn, Clapper, rewall, Thomas, Houp, Thompson, Williams, Grove, and Moffatt. The Saxton Team opened their season with Smith, defeating them 12-5. Bussick hit the first home run of the season. T. Sharke and Bussick did the pitching, Bussick being the winning pitcher. For Smith, 'Vaters and Defibaugh. The Saxton Nine lost their second contest 8-10 to the Broad Top Bulldogs.” The Bulldogs seem to have the edge, Kormanski was too much for the Saxton boys, T. Sharke and Bussick did the hurling for Saxton. The Saxton Clubbers played their first home game with Smith defeating them 18-9. Bussick did very effective pitching, winning his second contest of the season. Defibaugh again pitching for Smith. Coach Graham and the boys hope to continue to win games. 47 ATHLETICS FOOTBALL The following members of the football squad received athletic awards: Reickard, Davis, Decker, Dixon, Hamilton, Maugle, T. Sharke, E. Sharke, Smith, Willison, Worthing, Burkett, Knode, Brumbaugh, Dorman, and Figard. The 1936 girdiron proved to be the strongest defensive team produced in.the last three years. Only four members of the squad will be lost by graduation. 1936 Football Schedule Date School Place We Sept. 11 Orbisonia Home 13 Sept, 19 Osceola Mills Away 0 Sept, 26 Shade Township Home 0 Oct,.. 3 Broad Top Away 13 Oct. 9 Replogle Home 6 Oct. 17 Juniata Freshmen Home 6 Oct. 24 Yeagertown Away 14 Oct. 31 Williamsburg Home 20 Nov. 6 Roaring Spring Away 6 Nov. 14 Robertsdale Away 6 Total 84 32 1937 Football Schedule Sept . 10 Orbisonia Away Sept . 17 Hollidaysburg Away Sept . 25 Broad Top Home Oct. 2 Osceola Mills Home Oct. 8 Replogle Away Oct. 16 Roaring Spring Home Oct. 23 Yeagertown Home Oct. 30 Williamsburg Away Nov. 6 Open Nov. 13 Robetssdale Home Night game - 48 - omoo-o-ooooo BASKETBALL GALES AND SCORES Team Saxton Opponents (Girls) (Boys) (Girls) (Boys) Martinsburg (away) 7 8 14 17 Tilliamsburg (home) 17 35 35 18 liar tins burg (home) 14 30 15 21 Huntingdon (away) no game 12 no game 22 Cove .Voc. (home) no game 33 no game 22 Everett (home) 25 28 14 15 Broad Top (away) 31 26 7 8 Green Hill (away) 31 37 20 28 Villiamsburg (away) 22 11 27 15 Robertsdale (home) 8 34 27 8 Mt. Union (away) no game 19 no game 40 Robertsdale (away) 16 33 16 21 Smith (home) 18 41 14 13 Cove Voc. (away) no game 22 no game 17 Broad Top (home) 16 33 7 13 Alexandria (home) no game 27 no game 10 Shiopensburg Freshmen no game 32 no game 18 Green Hill (away) 6 - 23 13 16 Everett (away) 14 21 19 16 Roaring Spring (away) 12 46 39 12 Smith (away) 11 no game 10 no game Girls 1st Basket Ball Squad Betty Bailey Betty Eichelberger Betty McCavitt Betty Salkeld Lib. Shark Kona Kelley Boys 1st Basket Ball Squad Buck Dorman John Hamilton Lee '-'orthing Tom Kaugle George 'Villison Graffious Smith 49 LITERARY THE IRISH POTATO Kate O'Daily sat on the broken step of the little shack facing the potato garden. Of course there were other vegetables in the garden but more potatoes than anything else. The shack was in a really beautiful location on the bank of a big, wide, blue river. The shore and the little sandy beach that ran along it was always shadowed by large frail looking willows, Kate loved the willows just as she loved books. She could hear her little Irish father now snoring in the kitchen. He '«as probably dreaming of the time soon when Kate could dig the potatoes and he could take them to town to the store. Then Kate would not see him for about a week, ’hen he would return his eyes would be red, his hands shaky, and he would answer every question with a sneer or a curse. Kate looked to the east. Yes, the moon was coming up, and soon it would transform the drabness about her into a picture of soft silvery beauty. He would be coming over the mountain now very soon. She listened intently. Did she hear the hum of the motor or did she just imagine it? She leaped to her bare feet and lifted with sturdy hands a lantern off a nail on the porch. She lit it with eagerness, put the globe tenderly back and snapped the top down with ener- getic precisness. She sat down to wait again with the lantern beside her. The plane made a beautiful silouette with the moon for a background. There he came. Kate hoped fervently that he wouldn't forget to bow to her, which he did by dipping the plane twice. Just as he came overhead she raised the lantern and swung it around her head twice. Then she stood anxiously looking up. Yes, he must have been looking for he dipped once and then twice.1 Kate could tell on- darker nights by the red light's sUdd'en lift and fall. The sound of the motor droned on, and, when at last' out of sight, Kate dropped to the step with a sigh. She wondered what he was like, if- he was young and if he was married. Ever since six months before when she wondered if he would see her lantern if she waved it they had given this unique salute every night. In a few days Kate began to dig potatoes while her father sat on the little broken down porch with his feet propped up on the bannister, cursing at all the ill luck that fate had handed him, stopping every once in a while to spit or drowse off. 51 Kate's sturdy spirit and intelligent mind rebelled. Someday, she thought to herself, I will run off and have the beautiful clothes and all the books I want. It seemed that Kate's greatest ambition was to be a lady and to have hundreds of books to read. But somehow she greatly pitied her father who was so weak-willed and lazy. Sometimes between stupors he would even remember that he had a daughter and would ask her to forgive him for all the terrible things he said to her at other times. At such times Kate felt very close to him. But these situations did not occur very often and were never very lenthy. One night after Kate's father left for town, she was sitting as usual on the porch step waiting for the mail plane. At last she heard the steady, sweet hum of the motor. The lantern was lit and she had just finished braiding a long strand of taffy colored hair as the plane glided smoothly over the top of the mountain. Kate crawled wearily to her feet. She was very tired tonight. She had spent the whole day digging potatoes. Thinking to relieve her aching muscles she had taken a dip in the cool, blue river. Somehow tonight Kate could not even feel the old thrill as the plane came overhead. All at once an unusual sound caught Kate's attention. It couldn't be But yet it was. The motor of the plane overhead was missing. V hat if it should crash? '.' hat if the pilot should be killed? Then she would not have anyone to dream a.bout or anything to look forward to after a long back-breaking day of digging potatoes. As Kate was swiftly and subconsciously pondering all these things, she absent mindedly or perhaps from habit lifted the lantern and swung it twice around her head. She continued to stand looking up, holding her breath, for what seemed ages, but which in reality was only a few minutes. Kate sighed. Yes, he was going to dip and if he did she knew everything must be all right. But all at once she knew it wasn't because that first dip continued into one long dip that wouldn't stop unless something miraculous should happen immediately. Hardly realizing v hat she did Kate ran out into the middle of the potato garden swinging the lantern about her head. The plane zoomed down almost beside her. It bumped along for several yards and then came to an abrupt stop against the sha,ck. If Kate had been made of less sturdy stuff she would have 52, - probably fainted. She ran quickly to the large plane. The man who crawled out v;as muttering soft curses and rubbinG his head.. He was Kate thought nearly a.s old as, the little Irish father. Kate was disappointed. The gray haired ma.n, with the little clipped moustache at last became aware of his observer. .Veil, he growled, and what do you think? Holy mithcr, stammered Kate, I thought you were again to be kilt, sure and I did. Upon hearing Kate's quaint Irish accent and brogue he burs-t into hearty laughter. After being told that he had landed in her father's potato patch, he wanted to pay for the damages but Kate diligently refused, and then she heard him mutter something about these stubborn Irish. When he started off on the road to town Kate felt much better because he had told her that he had just taken his son's place for that night. The next night Kate was out as usual. She had been in such a good mood that day that she hadn't even minded her father's ravings over the ruined pota.to patch. She waited and waited but the plane didn't come. Just as she remembered that the plane was wrecked she heard a car coming up the shore road. Kate got up and ambled idly around to the front. The car drew up and stopped. Kate walked timidly up to the car. The young bronze giant leaped out and stood looking Kate up and down, and then began as if talking to himself. He's right for once, darned if he isn't. Kate felt very confused and very conscious of her bare feet. She felt as if she must say something so she asked, ’.Vould it be that you were awantin' to see someone? The laugh that broke the still darkness sounded very familiar to her. '' lien he finally gained control of himself enough to talk he exclaimed, ’.Thy you little Irish potato. A few seconds later he covered with his hand, an eye that was already beginning to feel the effects of an impact made by a small fist backed by sturdy boyish muscles. 53 One year later a small two-seated Ford plane crossed over a mountain and came suddenly in sight of a beautiful little river on the bank of which was a little white cottage. The little plane made two dips and eased smoothly down on the little landing field behind the cottage. The man who leaped out quickly turned to help his companion. He laughingly addressed the young lady in smart, white flying togs as, Mrs. Ted '.Vallerton, Jr. As they walked across the field they pulled off their helments. The girl's hair was. taffy colored, and bound about her head in two thick, broad braids. But really, Ted, your father shouldn't have insisted on such expensive gifts. Why whoever would think that where that beautiful little cottage is was once a tumble down shack and that this field was once a potato patch and------ Well, dad said the first time he met you he had proof of your stubborness. The girl continued laughingly, And who would think that I was once a ---. An Irish potato, laughed Ted as he drew an imaginary circle around his eye.' Thelma Hinkle If we work upon marble, it will perish. If we work upon brass, time will efface it. If we rear temples, they will Grumble into dust. If we work upon immortal minds----- if we mbue them with principles—we engrave on those tablets something which will brighten for eternity --Daniel Webster. Judgv.—What's your name? Prisoner—Sparks; lrm an electrician and the charge is assault and battery. Judge (to officers)—-Put this man in a . dry coll. 54 IOWAN FLOWED LONGEST FURROW I'm tired of these flats already. No trees to blaze. Folks can't cross strange country if there is no way to mark a trail. If this Territory of Iowa won't grow trees, maybe it won't grow anything. We're going back to Ohio. Two Dubuque, la., pioneer merchants listened uneasily to these words from a irate homesteader who had just brought his family back to Dubuque after being lost five weary days on the prairie trying to reach Iowa City, The lack of trail was serious. It discouraged travelers and travelers brought business. Aroused, the homesteader pounded the saloon bar and rumbled: Only pesky Indian paths, one pony wide, and buffalo runways are plain to follow; they won't take a loaded wagon, and, anyway, where do redskin trails go? Worried, the Dubuque men called a council. A road must be marked over the treeless miles of the territory of Iowa. The mark must be lasting. Early the next morning, Lyman Dillon, well-known front- iersman, hitched five oxen to his great breaking plow, dug the plow into the earth, and began to trek to Iowa City. Dillon knew the way, and his furrow cut a straight path across the prairie. From dawn to dusk he continued, followed by two helpers who drove a covered wagon which held food for the expedition. For several days Dillon plodded on, (this was 1839) leaving behind him the ever lengthening furrow. At last he saw the smoke of Iowa City,. The great task was done. The furrow measured 100 miles. It was the longest continuous furrow ever out into the surface of the earth. Dillon's furrow soon ran beside a clearly marked road, because pioneers moving westward wore a track. It is still used, although today the furrow is covered with concrete and is known as Dubuque Road. --Des Moines (Iowa) Sunday Register. printer's ink, the darkest substance known, has done the most to enlighten the v orld. 55 '0 KNOWS ? Old Tude was dying. Doctor O'Neill had just said so to Sara, the kind but rather stupid young lady from across the hall. Every day for about a week now, the kind doctor had climbed the somewhat creaky stairs of a not so new apartment house in a crowded section of New York City, walked down the darkened hall of the fourth floor and entered the apartment of shabby rooms at the end. Since Tude O'Day had no one to take care of her, the doctor had prevailed upon the kindness of Sara for the care of her. Sara had agreed, willingly, because there was no place for her to go, anyway. She had always thought the old woman queer but strangely enough had now become quite fond of her. Strangely enough—because Tude was a hard person with whom to get acquainted. Sara made a good nurse, too—some people have it born in them--in spite of the fact that she was rather stupid. Sara stood there, not moving an inch, her eyes fastened on the spectacles of the old doctor. You mean—you mean, she's go in' to die? Yes, Sara. It's just too much for her, this sudden illness. You know, she never was very strong even when she was young. Sure and I knew her long, long, ago, when she laughed, replied the doctor, sadly shaking his gray head. Was he nice? Did she always sit at the window, then and look at everybody that went by? She's waitin' for her boy, she says. She just won't give up hope that he will come back some day. She has become obessed with the idea that he would come back if he could. She just won't believe that he never can come back. She thinks that perhaps he is a victim of amnesia-—it's so easy for people to believe thats when they want to. Yeah, so she sat and looked at everybody, that went by to see if they were her boy. It's become the death of her, for it she hadn't sat by that open window when she couldn't see out of it when it was shut, she's never have caught that cold and here all the time, he was--Oh my, ain't life a mess? moaned Sara. Well, Sara, I wouldn't exactly say that. You know, it isn't exactly as I v.ould have it but it sometimes comes mightly near to bein' close to it. Here, here I am talking away when I should be in there with her. I must go, Do you need me? asked Sara tearfully. No, you busy yourself here. 56 But I've cleaned and cleanc'’ it over again, objected C.cra, looking at the shabby but spotlessly clear room with its polished black cook-stove, wooden sink, the little brown little chair and the square t ble with its faded, brown oilcloth. I'll call ’'ou if I need you. He entered, the sick room and closed the quiet’door behind him. There on the nearly black four-poster bed, the disheveled clothes drawn up to her thin shoulders, her straggly gray hair hanging down the sides of her thin, hollow, wrinkled, fever- flushed face, lay Tude. Her wild blue eyes flew open as he knelt beside the bed and took her pulse. Her yees hovered over the old, old chair beside the window, and then swiftly turned to the ancient dresser with its cracked, nearly opaque, oblong mirrojr. Thev carae to rest upon the doctor. All at once she shrieked. Pat O'Neill, when's Jimmy cornin'? Now don't get excited, Tude,---- The train bringin' 'im back from over there was supposed to come yesterday, she gasped. He hasn't come yet. It was then that the doctor realized that the fever of pneumonia ha.d made her delirious and she now imagined herself the stout, middle-aged woman sho had been, writing for her son who had never come back from the ,Yar. I wouldn't worry, Tude, if I were you. He was probably delayed some way. You know how mixed up things are. The thoughts of the doctor went back to that day eighteen years ago when all the other mothers had welcomed home their sons and there had been none for her to welcome and she had been left alone. He putied the broken woman with all the kindness of his staunch Irish heart and he wished he could make her happy before she died—for she was going to die very soon—her heart beats were growing fainter and fainter. The excited voice of Tude came back to him. If he was delayed, he ought to be here by now. When's he cornin'—soon maybe? Sure and he'll be here before you know it. Now, you wait here a couple of minutes. I'll be back soon. The doctor put his watch back into his pocket, patted the wrinked hand of the woman, arose and slowly walked o,ut of the room. But the moment, the door had closed behind him, he went swiftly to Sara who was standing by the window. II II - 57 - Sara, Sara---- Sara turned her head to look at him, afraid of what he might say. She,—she ain't d--. No, no, but she's going fast. Her mind is going back to the end of the War. She thi-Jcs it is the day after the day her son was supposed to come home. The poor thing I Yes, yes. Now, listen. Do you know where we could get a young man to come here for a few minutes and pretend he was her son so she could die happily? She wouldn't recognize him in her delirium. I could get my cousin, but he's in Detroit. The doctor put off an impulse to shake the plump, blond girl and instead said, Well if you don't know anybody else, go down on the street and tell the first young man you see to come up. Explain to him and he'll come. Hurry Sara or it may be too latei But who—yes I'll run. Sara dashed out of the room and he could hear her running down the stairs. Doctor O'Neill went into the sick room and stood beside the bed on which the old woman lay. Where is he? He's coming very shortly, Tude. Now you just have little patience. Myi Oh Liy! how people do get cranky when they're gettin' middle-agedJ Don't you talk to me about gettin' old, Pat O'Neill. Tude retorted with pitiful vigor. You're not exactly a spring chicken yourself. The effort made her so weak, she was content to be quiet. In a little while he heard Sara and her guest ascending the stairs. The sight that met his eyes as he opened the hall door would have been funny if it had not been so serious. Sara had a firm grip on the arm of a middle-aged but young-looking_man and was lead- ing him up to the door while the man was continually objecting. I'm coming. There's no need of your holding me. I ain’t takin' no chances, she replied, breathing hard, Missus wants a son and you're gonna be him. Let him go, Sara , said the doctor, him now - 58 - I'll take care of Sara reluctantly released her hold while the doctor invited, Come in, sir. I'm sorry to cause you all this trouble but the dear lady--. It won't take so very long, will it? broke in the man. You see, I sail for South America in an hour. No, she's going fast. You know the circumstances? Well, try to act as realistically as you can. I will, ho assured as he removed his expensive raincoat and flung it hastily over the chair beside the table, I'm an actor, you see. And I was in the War. Cot pretty badly laid up. Had to be practually made over. Plastic surgery, you know. I'm going to South America now for my health. Yes, said the doctor somewhat impatiently. Come now. Sara, you stay here. Quiet-----. j The dashing of the sleet and rain against the window blended with the soft tread of their feet and the faint, uneven breathing of the figure on the bed were the only sounds as the two men entered the room. Tude heard them coming and her eyes fluttered open, wildly expectant. The doctor said, quietly. Here ho is, Tude. He stepped aside so that she might see the man who walked over and knelt beside the bed. At the sight of him, she cried, My boy, Jimmy, y0U're here! Oh, I'm so glad. I knew you'd come. How are you son? Fine. Mother and so glad to be home again. And you? Never felt bettor in my life. Sure, I'm laid up a little now but I'll be on the go, again soon. None of them shells hit ye, did they? Nary a one. Luck of the Irish, you know. Oh, me boy, how glad I am that you're here I Her voice was getting fainter and fainter with each falter- ing breath that she took and Doctor O'Niell, standing in the background, realized it and went to the bedside where Tude was still murmuring endearments and the man was stroking her wrinkled forehead. When she saw the doctor coming, she said with a yoice that twenty years ago would have nearly boomed but which now amounted to only a hoarse whisper Pat O'Neill, ain't you ashamed of yourself, tryin' to separate a woman and her son when they ain't seen each other for nearly two years? Now, git out, git, go on, now and let us in peace. 59 There was nothing he could do now anyway, so after a reassur- ing glance from the man by her side, the doctor slowly left the room marvelling at the spunk she still showed. After comfort- ing Sara, who_ was sobbing convulsively by the table, the doctor seated, himself at tjie window, his head ih his hands and his elbows on the window sill, looking down on the red roof tops on which the rain and sleet were beating. He wondered if he had done the right thing in calling the stranger out of the street to pretend to Tude that he was her son. 3ut it had made her happy and it had done no harm. Still---, ’ Just then the door opened and the man came out of the room, wiping a furture tear from his blue eyes. He ran a shaking hand through his hair. .The two in the room did not need any words to tell them what had happened. Old Tude was dead. She--she died happily were his word3. Strangely enough, Sara did not start crying, but instead looked at the man with a sort of reverence. She wouldn't .have, but for you. We have much to thank you for, added the doctor. Think nothing of it. I was glad to help. Now I must hurry or I'll miss my boat. He hurriedly put on his raincoat'and hurried out the door. They could hear him running down the steps. Look, he must have dropped this, exclaimed Sara, picking up a small white card lying beside the chair on which had been the man’s coat. The doctor walked over and took the card from her hand. Engraved on it were just two words, James O'Day. Actors sometimes have stage names, you know. Anna Acitelli Earthquakes have one advantage over floods; we don't have to listen to so much talk about how to prevent them after they happen. 60 MODEL SCHOOL DIRECTORS Nov , Handy, I want you to understand, Only so much can be expected of any man. Yes, Aggie, I see your point of view But maybe this issue is not close to you. Not close to me, Great Day in the Morning Haven't I heard the folks a—storming. About directors, good and bad, Well, the idea is, there's no good to be bad. The ideal director seems to be A man of weight and dignity, A man of courage, a man of steel, A man whose worth we all can feel. A man who combines King Solomon's brain With Goliath's strength, to withstand the strain Of criticism, either fair or unjust, And to strive to deserve the public's trust. A man whose private life, my dear, Must suit us all, and be fine and clear As crystal in the noon-day sun— While we shall decide how our own lives are run. It is possible to please children, Mandy. Haven’t we seen them delighted with toys or candy? But really, Mandy, have you ever conceived Of any one thing with which all adults were pleased? We concede the right to every patron To work for the thing tha.t they want. But even in this day, and in this great nation To give ec.ch one their v ish is some stunt. The resources from which the directors draw Are limited, we all are aware, hid as they are not super-men at all, ,7e should meet our blame with much care. And maybe you, and other complainers v e hea.r, Wouldn't suit us either, by a long shot, my dear, Maybe your way, to suit you, wouldn't suit me, Or vice versa, as one can so rea.dily see. The only solution that occurs to me, Is to wait until election comes into sight Then candidates for the office, you and I v ill be And if we are elected, we'll know things are right. --Aggie Sympothetiski (A S.L. Graduate) 61 TEACHER'S HIDDEN NAME CONTEST Find your name written there Be the spellinc poor or fair. Up in the TREE32 the little birds ‘.' ere singing lej lai LE-LAI Every one a HGLSINGER, Each put his whole HART in it. Then strolling along came a JANE And met a big chief afoot. HG7E said he. Said she, ''.'here’s your car? CAR, BAUGH! me RITCHEY no more He just a poor WORKMAN said he. (Ida gambled on that tho’t she.) I tramp this HIL, DA in day out. And ac ROSS the rolling plains. I go from here to HAMILTON Beach. But I rest and REED when it rains. And then to limber me up a bit, I CLAPPER de hands and dance. For I'm pretty sh-SHARPS said he. And a GUY like me don't want to Get to be ANNE old GRA HAM. HAR, OLD, laughes she, not you my dear, Then blushed as red as a ROSE. But he said '7EI, HERTi you BOAL me over, So LONG till next September. - 62 - An Alumna THE STRONG ONE prologue From early childhood, children born of Italian parents are taught, next to God, to love and respect their father and mother. To most Italian children, the Fourth Commandment is taught and taught until it becomes a part of their very beings. This little play aims to show to just what a great extent the respect of father and mother (expecially, father) is instilled in the children of Italian parents even in this New World and how age- old traditions expected by the father and mother to be carried out, conflict with the emotions and newly-acquired beliefs of children, born and educated in America. Characters: Mr. Morelli--a middle-aged Italian man. Mrs. Morelli—his wife. Cecilia—his older daughter. Nina—his younger daughter. Scene: The scene is in the living room of a home of a moderate income in a small town. There is a doorway left leading to the dining room. The door center leads to the street. At right, there is a stairway. There is a window at left and one at right center. A davenport is in the left dorner of the stage with an end table at the left of it. In the right corner, is a large over-stuffed chair beside which there is a magazine rack. There is a floor lamp similar to the other. A radio is on a stand beside it. A table is in the center of the stage and there are a lamp, a few books etc. on it. There is a chair on either side of the table. There is a bookcase, left front, over which is hung a painting of our Saviour. Large old-fashioned pictures are hung about the room. Time: May. Early afternoon. As the curtain rises, Mr. Morelli a medium-sized, black-haired, black mustached man, is discovered sitting at the table adding a store bill from a small book, counting aloud. Mr. M: Twelve—thirteen—fourteen—one carried--fifteen. Fifteen dollars and sixty-three cents. Momma miai And only for groceries! Marie. (Voice of Mrs. M: from the kitchen, beyond the dining room. Signor, I'm coning. Mrs. M:, a bustling, middle aged woman, enters hurriedly from the dining room and hurries over to where her hus- band is sitting.) 63 Mrs. M: What did you want, Mario? Mr. M: Has Nina come from school yet? I want to send her down to pay the store bill. And next month, Mario, try to keep the bill1down. Look, how much! We are not rich! Mrs. LI: (ignoring his last remarks) She has not come home yet but she will be here soon. It is time for her now. Mr. M: When is Cecilia coming? Mrs. M: She will be here soon. You know Mrs. Gardener is very sick and she always likes Cecilia to stay long with her. How everybody likes our daughter! Mr. M: That Larry Gardencr--hc is there now? Mrs. M: No, he docs not come home from work till five o«clock. (The clock strikes four-thirty.) Mr. M: Yes, Mario. But I know-. Mr. M: (with a tone of finality) Send nor after Cecilia! Mrs. M: (moedly) Yes, Mario. (With alook of anxiety, she exits to the dining room. Mr. M., his head in his hands, his elbows on the table, sits looking into space, as if brooding. The street- door comes open and Cecilia, a tall, dark-haired, lovely girl, dressed in light coat and hat enters the room. She sees her father and greets him.) Cecilia: Hello, papa. You are home early? Mr. M: Yes. The boss gave me part of the afternoon off. (Turns and watches her as she removes her hat and coat and hangs them on the rack. She starts towards the dining room but he calls her back) Cecilia! Come here. I want to speak to you. (She crosses over and seats herself on the chair at the other side of the table.) Cecilia: Yes? Has something happened? Mr. M: Noooo. Cecilia, you are a very lucky girl—a very lucky girl. You know, Angelo Castrati has been coming here very much. Now far about three months, he has been coming. You know, I suppose, that he comes to see you? Cecilia; (weakly) Yes, I know. Mr. M: (sternly, watching her closely) You do not sound very glad. In Italy, his father is a very respected man. He owns many lands and a title. Some day, Angelo will have both. Any girl who 64 marries a Castrati will be envied and admired. And Angelo is a nice boy---a very nice boy. Cecilia: He has not asked me—He has not said — Mr. M: Ahl You were worried—you were afraid that he might not ask you. But you do not need to worry any more. Last night, I was over at their house. Cecilia: (slowly) You were over at their house? Mr. M: (laughing) Si, si. And a good thing, too. Angelo and his uncle wore just coming over here to ask me something but I—I saved them the trip. So they asked me there. (He pauses dramatically but Cecilia turns her head and looks straight ahead of her. There is no sound except the loud ticking of the clock. Puzzled, lar. M. rises, crosses over to Cecilia and lays his hand on her shoulders.) You know what they asked me? Cecilia (in a low voice): Yes. Mr. M: Angelo is very good boy. I know you love him very much—(in a firm voice, as Cecilia starts to say something) I know you love him very much. I told them that I knew you will be proud to be his wife. Cecilia (shuddering): Oh (swiftly) Papa, I am too young to marry. I don't want— Mr. M: Young! Young at twenty years! Your mother was married to when she was sixteen. Cecilia (desperately): But that was— Mr. M: (sternly) Cecilial (Raising his voice) You have not been seeing that Larry Gardener? After I commanded you not to! Answer me! Have you been disobeying me? Cecilia: I have always obeyed you, father. Mr. M: (quieting down) I knew, my daughter, that you would not go against your father's wishes. This is the last thing I shall ever ask of you, Cecilia mia and I know you will not disobey me. You won't, will you, Cecilia? (At that moment, Nina, a pretty girl of sixteen in jacket, red tarn, and carrying a couple of books, enters the street door and pauses uncertainly. The two in the room cannot see her. She stands on the threshould and watches.) I am growing old and soon'I can ork no more. Angelo will have and can take care of me. (Coaxingly) You do not want your father to work when he is old, do you daughter? And then, just think, my Cecilia, marrying a Castrati! How proud I am of you! Cecilia: (appealingly) Papa—papa, I don't----- 65 Mr. M: (with finality) You will marry him, Cecilia. (Thoir eyes meet and hold. Cecilia turns away. Mr. M. looks long at her, then turns and walks slowly out of the room toward the dining room. Cecilia buries her head in her hands and sobs softly. As soon as Mr. M. is out of the room, Nina runs to Cecilia and throws her arms around her.) Nina: Don't you do it, Celiel Don't you darel (Cecilia looks up, surprised) Oh, You needn't look so surprised. I heard every word he said--the beast--he ought to be-- Cecilia: Hush, Nina. Don't say things like that about your own father. Nina: I don't care if he's Mussolini 1 Making you marry that pig of an Angelo Castrati. He i a pig! He eats like one, anyway. And, anyhow, you don't love him, so that's that! Aw don't look at me like that Cecilia. Gee, kid, you think too much of papa. It's all right to obey him in everything but when it comes to run- ning your whole life, that's different. Why he— Cecilia: Nina, don't speak so desrespectfully of your father. (Rises and walks across the room, “ina following her.) Anyway, Angelo's nice. He's young, rich, of a good family—his father has a title; he— Nina: Yeah and he's fat. Besides, you love Larry. Cecilia (turning quickly): What's that got to do with it? Nina, you talk like that but deep down in your heart, your just like me. All of us are alike, even the boldest of us. As Larry would say, we are born withtwo strikes against us as far as making our own decisions is concerned. Nina: If I ever have any children, I'll teach them to think for themselves. Cecilia: Maybe, some day in this new and free thinking country, as more generations are born, our children will break away from the ' teachings and traditions which we now must accept--but, now, that is impossible. We can't break away from things which have been in- stilled in us since the day we were born. We are caught in a tide-- a new, exciting road on one side, and the safe, sure way on the orther side-- Nina: I'll take the new way every time! Cecilia (calmly): It is in us to take the safe, tried way. We cannot do otherwise. Nina (thoughtfully): I don't know about that, Cecilia. I do not go much for that stuff. You know, some of us got a bigger dose of it than others. What would keep me from going down that new, 66 oxciting road is Mom. Well, you know how he is—as long as we do something well—something to take pride in--oh! then we're his daughters--his girls; but let us do something that is not exactly up to par and then he shifts the blame on Mom—we're her daughters then. Cecilia: I suppose he does do that, honey, but we shouldn't have done whatever we did and then he wouldn't be ashamed of us. Nina (shaking her head): I can't see it your way, Cecilia and I'll bet—(handing her a letter) maybe this will change your mind. Cecilia (looking at it) Lorry! He shouldn't have—you—open it. Nina: (opening letter) O.K. (reads) 'Dearest Cecilia; I am going to Europe, tomorrow on the Queen Mary. I would be so happy if you would reconsider my offer and go with me. Accept it, please! If you will accept it'-f be at the spring for water at five o'clock. As ever, Larry. Oh, Celie, you'll go, of course! I'll help you pack. But we must be careful. I'll get the water bucket--you'11 have to hurry, (rushing to and fro.) Oh---- (Cecilia has been standing very still, looking straight ahead of hor. From the kitchen is heard the voice of Mrs. M. calling, Nina, Nina, come here. ) Nina: Oh, darn (raising her voice) I'm coming. (To Cecilia) I'll be right back. (After she is gone, Cecilia walks slowly over by the davenport, picks up the letter which Nina had dropped it, reads it and sighs. She.walks over to the window and looks out. She turns and with the letter still in her hand, walks to the book-case and looks at the picture over it. She goes slowly then to a large, old-fashioned picture of her father, and all of his family—his brothers, sisters, father, etc. and looks up at it. Then, she takes her eyes away from it, turns and walks over to the chair her father had sat in and looks down at it; as if her were still there, she seems to hear his words. She looks at the letter again, tears her gaze away to let rest again upon the chair. The clock begins to strike five. While it is striking, Mrs. m.'s voice is heard from the kitchen, Cecilia, aren't you going for water, to-night?) 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