Zelienople High School - Zelie Ann Yearbook (Zelienople, PA)

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THE ZELIE-ANN LIFE AT Z. H. This here high school life ain't all it's cracked up to be. The general opinion is that it's all roses and cherries, but I'm here to tell you it's not. Take chemistry for instance. Now I'll just speak concerning my own experiences, but take it from me, all us girls have to go through the same thing. Not so much chem- istry itself but chemistry experiments. I take mine on Wednes- day, and I tell you that when that day comes around my life ain't worth livin'. It wouldn't be so bad if Art Z. fHe's my partnerb wouldn't make me do all the work. It's ME that has to run all over the laboratory hunting glass plates, beakers 'n things. It's ME that has to taste the stuff we make to find out whether it's nitric acid or hydrochloric. It was ME that had to sniff the chlorine bottle to find out whether there was anything in it or not. 1And may I add right here, there was, and I agree with the 'tbird that said chlorine has a peculiar odor. Very peculiar in fact.J But does Art appreciate all this? Not him! He's always making wise cracks like Jim, as a laboratory partner, you would make a nice ornament for the parlor. But that ain't all. It's ME that has to wash everything up, fas though us girls don't get enough dish-washing at homely and it's ME that Mr. Bartoo asks the questions. Take what happened the other day. Mr. Bartoo pointed to our evaporating dish, the stuff which we had just evaporated to dryness, and said: Helen, what should bc remaining in that dish 7 I looked at him and I looked at the dish, then I looked at the dish and again at him. Then I took a chance and smiled at Art, Sometimes a smile has some effect upon Art and some- times it doesn't, mostly it doesnit. But this time it did and as he reached past me to get something, sodium hydroxide, he whispered disgustedly in my ear. 'PXVISNT Y-SIX MM-. E. .-.,,,,,a -ai ,a.,iEiJ925 Sodium hydroxide, I murmured. Yes, sodium hydroxide, repeated Mr. Bartoo. After a while I grabbed that dish and held it up to Huck. Huck, I said, Why can't I see the sodium hydroxide in this dish 7 Jim, she smiled superior-like, For the same reason you can't see the air about you, 1t,S transparent. Then in a little bit Art said to me, It's a good thing you know what's good for you. t'Meanin' what?,' I asked. Meanin' that it is a good thing you didn't tell Mr. Bartoo that when I exaporated that water I had sodium hydroxide left. This statement left me more puzzled than ever. But I got it figured out at last and wrote up my experiment saying, 1 evaporated a few drops of water in my evaporating dish and found that there remained a transparent substance called sodium hydroxide? I'm not as dumb as I look. But you ain't heard nothin' yet. I wanna tell you right here that Art Z. lies, yes he does and he makes me lie, too. This for instance. One day we collected three bottles ot' oxygen and then thrust into one of the bottles a glowing splint which imme- diately went out. Then Mr. Bartoo asked Art tfor once he asked himj: 'tArthur, what happened when you thrust the glow- ing splint into the bottle 7 It burst into a flame, replied Art.

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THE ZELIE'-ANN pp gign p 29 Our one and only President, ' John Stamm, the good old scout, Whenever he calls a class meeting, Not one of the kids go out. 30 , Grace Pfiug, The stout girl of our class, ls very good natured, And a kind hearted lass. 31 There's Florence Pflug, . She's from the country too, And boys, Ifll bet she's a good cook. And she'll make a very good stew. 32 Next comes Paul Warner, Whom we all call Pop, When it comes to washing cars, His old Ford needs a mop. 33 You all know Esther Scheel, Well, she needs a good beating, Because she didn't throw us out The night we had club meeting. 34 Last but not least is Gertie Braude, She's the Sheba of our town, I There's one guy she never fights with, Thats: the Ringling Brothers' clown. 35 So here you have our class poem, And I hope that it will please you, For it surelv took some hard work, And l'm glad that it is thru. j Y V iih if 1925 SENIOR CLASS WILL We, the seniors of '25 do hereby will and bequeath :- 1. To the school as a whole our good wishes. Also our worn out text books. 2. To the juniors the Holy name of seniors. 3. All our surplus knowledge to the coming senior classes to the end of time. 4. To the faculty our appreciation of their help and patience throughout all our days in Z. H. S. 5. To the sophomores our standards of behavior. li. To the freshies our unequaled record as proven by the attendance roll. Also all chewing gum which may be found on the underside of desks and seats. INDIVIDUALLY 1. I, Gertrude Braude, bequeath my nickname 'tGummy to anyone who has nerve enough to chew gum in Mr. Barron's room. 2. Mina Beighey's art of telling funny stories in study hall to Caroline Kifer so she can put some pep into the class of '20, 3. 'tDot Nesbit bequeaths all the surplus powder left in the basement to Pearl S. 4. I, Donald Osterling, bequeath my spelling, a language all its own, to anyone who wishes to write a Bolsheviki dictionary. 5. Pop Warner's beautiful writing to Mr. Bartoo to be used in writing illeg. on excuses. G. l. Charles VVorkley, bequeath my ability to say so little in so many words to any poor person who has a hard time inventing excuses. 7. Brant Wilson's title as class artist to Louis Lusk. 8. Florence Pflug bequeaths her ability to get Chemistry problems, without solving them, to Bertha Kocher, for use next year. Also her notes on the same subject. 9. Bessie Scott's nickname of crank to whoever wants the job of making Freshies behave. 10. Huck's ability of having the nerve to come to school each morning and face Mr. Barron without her Solid Geometry. 'I' NV ENT Y - Fl V E

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THE ZELIE-ANN,g Y, N-Maw Being truthful by nature I started to protest but Art gave me a kick so I shut up. What's the matter Helen? said Mr. B. Didn't you see it?i' Whereupon Arthur gave me another kick and I swallowed and said, yes, and with my own eyes I saw it go out. But that ain't all either, the last time we were down there John U. hit me on the head with a piece of rubber tubing. I yelled and Mr. Bartoo said, Helen Rynd, the last time we had laboratory work you weren't here and it is peculiar how quiet everything was. Now if you can't refrain from making noise you can get out. What I am trying to bring out is the way these fellows and teachers pick on us girls. Why Sherman B. even swore at me. That's a fact, I was going down to the end of the table to get some acid and I happened to knock his apparatus over. Now it only took him about fifteen minutes to get it fixed and anyway what is a little apparatus among friends? But did he look at it that way? I should say NOT! He just simply glared at me and said, You Ethiopian taxidermisf' Yes, that's just what he said. I was mad and was just about to make a cutting reply when Art Yelled: 'tJimmie, if you are taking this experiment, for heaven's sake get up here. So I got up there. Her Master's Voice. Now figure it out for yourself. Ywmmz fimlugggggggiw-AA V 77925 THE SENIOR DICTIONARY Annual, a book published by the seniors every year. Book, a number of pages bound together and used to cover the face while sleeping. Black mark, a mark used chiefly by teachers. Can be had in quarter and half sizes. Coach, a fellow. with a strong voice who uses the same for yelling at students on the football field, or basket ball fioor. Example, Mr. Barron. Darn, a slang Word seldom used in this locality. Also to mend socks. Excellent, a word seldom seen on corrected solid geometry .tests. Sometimes heard of in con- nection with Virgil. Faculty, a number of bosses taken as a Whole. Sometimes referred to as the whole cheese. Fudge, a kind of candy eaten in lab. Gong, that which is heard at the end of every class. Sometimes called a life saver by Z. H. S. students. TXVENT Y-SEVEN