Union City Area High School - Anvil Yearbook (Union City, PA)

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HS? A -I--f--'lb-' i 95' t -a Pure fresh air began to drift through the room. There stood John Lesik. He had become a scientific argiculturist and was one of the best in his section of the state. A large steamship was heard. On board the steamer was a young couple who were traveling around the world. It was no other than Mr. and Mrs. Clare Conover. Mrs. Conover was formerly Miss Esther King as you will doubtless recall. The captain appeared. Why, it was Marshall Shields! just then a familiar looking man stopped and talked with the captain. It was Donald Lord. Upon inquiring as to his present position, they were sur- prised to hear that he was on his way to France where he had just been appointed as the United States Ambassador. VVhile mentioning the Sports that were flashed upon the screen, we must not forget the play-off for the finals in tennis to see whether our champion Miss Lucile Bradley or Helen Wills should be the victor. The next important view was of a secluded study with Miss Edna Sexton as the sole occupant, revising Gregg Shorthand. Why, there is an insane asylum in which Doris Henry is trying to teach the inmates French. A large red store came into view. Wilbur Baldwin stood behind the counter, not as a clerk, but as a proprietor of one of the great Atlantic and Pacihc stores. A large gymnasium came into sight. Coach Paul Peard was seen with the Basketball team. He was getting them in trim for the big game of the season. The next interesting scene showed Margaret Reynolds and Frances jones as beauty parlor owners. A man who had responded to fix the priceless radio was none other than our old scientific friend, Norman Pier. An aeroplane was heard above. As it landed the face of the pilot could be distin- guishedg it was Maurice Wasson. Who would have thought he would have taken up avia- tion? The next scene was the one in which Worthe Smith, the dancing teacher, was giving a lesson. A large country home was coming into view. On the veranda sat Dean Weed: he had made his fortune collecting Indian pennies with Virginia Filegar as his very efficient co-worker. The last picture came very dimly. Elizabeth Anderson was standing over a dying woman in a hospital. Elizabeth at last had become a nurse. Rachel sighed, The button is broken, but it was worth it to know where the' class of '31 is. One thing, they all seemed very, very happy in the success they had obtained. W-- a a ..

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ste F wa CLASS PROPHEC Y '31 One wintry evening in December, 1950, our teacher, formerly Miss Rachel Rouse, was sitting in front of the fireplacefthinking of the class of '31. On the wall beside her chair was a button. lf one wished to know about anyone or see anyone, all he must do to acquire such was to press the button, and lo, there before him would come a vision of this person in his line of work. I wonder where the President of the Class of '31 is, mused the teacher, as she pushed the button. A giggle was heard and then. Martha was seen slowly to appear. She was sitting in a chair in a small hotel in Washington, D. C., the name of the hotel being Swish Inn. Soon the picture faded. T- What could that cut-up Donald France be doing, she thought as again she pushed the button. Then on the air floated these words: Right this way ladies and gentlemen, and there was Don standing on a soap box, with a crowd about him, openly denouncing our government. He was wearing a derby, and over his arm hung a cane. That picture faded likewise. Others came and went at the pushing of the button, but we shall not enumerate them here for we feel that we should stick tothe original members of the class of '31. A window cleverly decorated loomed into sight. There stood Arthur Forbes gazing at his accomplishment. A vision of far-away China appeared. l Victoria Baldwin was standing in front of a small group of Chinese girls trying to teach them. She had been a missionary for ten years we were informed. The next view portrayed a hospital in which two nurses, Alberta Bellinger and Neva Brown, were caring for a patient. Upon closer investigation, the face of Willard Campbell was recognized as the sufferer. He had been working in a mine when it had exploded. The doctor came in and who should it be but our old friend Cecil Carbaugh. Bright lights glared through the room! The Metropolitan Theatre in New York appeared with Mary Baumbach as official ticket taker. A sign above the window read something to the following effect: ChiefiHelen Wandell, Assistant Operator, Stella Lesnickf' The inside of the theatre showed astounding things. Marguerite Smith and Mary Gregor were usherettes. On the screen appeared our old friend Harriet Brakeman playing in her first picture, The Wolf. Then the vaudeville act, The Lions, g Charles was singing while Arthur acted. Some dogs were heard barking. There stood Harold Siverling, the dog catcher, with three white poodles in his arms. He was taking them home to his wife, formerly Miss Elaine Chapman. The old High School sedately loomed up in the distance. In one classroom stood Olga Gorka, who was teaching shorthand. In the office sat the principal, Clifford Kerr, with his assistant, lirvie Pennell. In another classroom stood Neil Dewey, who was teaching his young students how he worked the Yo-yo when he was a boy in this same old ll. C. H.S. A business office claimed our thoughts. Ross Shreve was the manager with Lula Watson and Beatrice Phelps as his most industrious and faithful stenographers. A door opened, another prominent office appeared. On the door was written Edith Anderson, Lawyer. Inside sat Edith pondering over a hard case. She had at last attained her ambition of being a criminal lawyer. +A- If - sa w-1- - is

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at e - -k ew SENIOR ACTIVITIES SENIOR SOCIAL CALENDAR The Date-October 25, 1930 The Time-8:00 P. M. The Place-Home of Beatrice Phelps, at Lincolnville. The Eats'-Everything good. The Girls--All High School girls, arrived with their favorite boy friend. The Results-a darn good time! October 31, 1930: Ho-ho-ho! Who belongs to that funny outfit? Well, if it isn't Amos in the per- son of Fat Chesley! Ha-ha-ha, gee, give me time to laugh! If that piano player with the red nose isn't Glenn Middleton and the drummer Bill Gillette! Who's that doing that cute little tap-dance? Oh, sure, Helen Toner and Percy Clark! Where am I seeing all these things? Why, at the Senior Cabaret Dance, of course! P. S.-They're serving cider 'n doughnuts-'n everything. November 18, 1930: If this didn't turn out to be a red-letter day! The Seniors got out of the first two periods this P. M. But we owe it all to Dr. Guy Bingham, who gave us the best talk on Are You Living and Choosing A Vocation. He certainly knew his subject! Why, in fact he could have made us cry-if he had have felt like it. November 10, 1930: You wonder where all the Senior girls were on the evening of November the tenth? Well, to tell you the truth, judge, they were enjoying the best dinner and afterwards a wonderful program that the Business and Professional Women's Club was giving them. They were certainly entertained royally, and they got real flowers as place-cards. January 8, 1931: Honestly, it seemed as if all of Union City was at the Senior Pancake Supper tonight at the Grange Hall fbut of course it wasn'tj. Anyway, there was a big crowd and every- thing was de-lic-ious! Why shouldn't it be-the pancakes-milk-coffee and syrup were donated-that should make everyone happy at least! March 21, 1931: St. Patrick's Dance. The last Senior dance this year and everyone surely had a very good time. The hall looked awfully nice-and the music was good. -if 1 Ha w- - ---if