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

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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

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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

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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 -