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

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SEA... A PARODY OF SEA FEVER I must go down to the school again, to the school and the silly books, And all I get is a study hall, and a teacher with dirty looks. When the bell rings, and the class commences, and my head starts aching. There's a dull look on my sad face, as my brain begins shaking. I must go clown to the school again, to the school and my history class, wilcl call and a clear call, that says, You'll never pass. all I ask is a six-weeks' test, with the an- swer sheet near lying, A-s that come out and round about, with- out my even trying. I must go down to the school again, where knowledge is at its height, Where the pencils scratch and the pens swish, and my answers are never right. Now all I ask is a holiday, when the toil of class shall cease, And any one who disagrees may forever hold his peace. To a And And -Janet Davis PARODY TO JlNGLE BEI.LS Dashing off we go ln a smoking model-A. Oe'r the roads we flow, Laughing all the way. Horns and sirens blow, Meaning us to stop, What fun it is to speed and know That Janet's dad's the cop. Oh! OFF we go, oFf we go, Laughing all the way, What fun it is to try to ride In Bee's old Model-A. A day or two ago We thought we'd take a ride, And soon Miss Beatrice Beyerl Was seated by our side. The car was binged and banged. Misfortune was our motto, And soon Bee cried, 'Well, l'll be hanged! I hit another auto! Oh! Off we go, off we go, Laughing all the way. What fun it is to try to ride In Bee's old model-A. -Shirley Hickey PARODY OF THE BUTTERFLY Lifeless, limbless, football man, You would rather be a fan. Mauled and mangled, torn and beat, Trudging in from one more meet, Waiting for your girl to say, Did a truck hit you today? -Beatrice Beyerl K 20 rw v 'f vwmlxmwlvwlv ....... L gil T0 oun TEAM A Parody of Trees I think that I shall never see, A football team so strong as we. We play each game with vim and vigor. That gang of ours is really eager. There's Dutch and Mike and Chuck and Norm, They take the other team by storm. Just take a glance, then, at our line, There is no doubt, it's really fine. They pave the way for all the plays And leave our rivals in a daze. The teams we play may think they're neat, But when we're done, ,they're really beat. By now we know, withkxt a doubt, Those boys of ours deservetiz shout. -Nancy Hirsch MY LITTLE DOG My little brown dog is covered with fleas, And it seems they will eat him alive. They bite him all up from his head to his knees. On flea powder, they seem to thrive. Time was when my little dog was new, And his coat was passing fair, But since then he's gone through a couple world wars, And there isn't much left of his hair. Sure, I love my little old pup For more than he seems to be. But I guess before they will ever give up, l'll have to kill every darn flea. -Richard Kind PARODY OF TREES I think that I shall never see A sailor quite as neat as he. A navy boot who's mighty sweet Compared to others of the fleet, A swabbie who I hope to see In a day or two, maybe three, A man who may by summer be In England, France, or Sicily, Bell bottom trousers, coat of blue, To my man I am always true. The Navy's made of fools like he, But army men don't appeal to me. -Shirley Zehner LITTLE MEAN TEACHER Little mean teacher, Come ring your bell. The boys are all fishing, The girl's in the dell. Where is that teacher? Oh! Where can she be? Why, she's in the woodshed, Beatin' the heck outa' me. -Robert Walsh

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,.....,,,.,.,.,,,,, ...,.,.,,,s,,.. ,, -. - .. .. can l ZIIU. ,ff'L'i'17 fy f' . J Uff il I' Xjif . P One 0l 8 0l'l'L0l l 0bU - it 1 .1-jig, ' K M . C T fi ft P4 I JUNIOR CLASS OFFICERS , President ,. ,..,,. .,.,. S ally Ward Vice President . .,,. .,.,.,...., J ohn Deahl l Secretary . , . . Eleanor TerLinden Treasurer . Gayla Moag The gold September was slightly tarnished when we stumbled over the threshold of home- room for the first time. New political ballyhoo was initiated during Junior elections, and the final outcome left a pile of upturned thrones in its wake. After the groans of battle had faded from the hall, the three cavaliers from 303 and Lone John emerged from the smoke as class strategists. Peering at the calendar, we noted that it was State Week, and the editorship of the News Record was ours ffor a time at least.l Flitting around town for news , we succeeded in scuf- fing our loafers into a comfortable shape. Miss Stout received our panting thanks for her in- valuable supervision. Half of the shadowy forms, glimpsed stalk- ing from house to house those moonless October nights were third classmen, out on a search for susceptible individuals, to affix their John Han- cocks to subscription slips. Wonder what the better half was doing? The addition of those profits to our previous assets made Fort Knox look like a piggy bank. After bobbing up at the two introductory dances of the semester, it was our turn to scuff the gym floor. To throw everyone into a holly and evergreen mood, the shag was held before Christmas vacation take-off and christened Dreamer's Holiday. Although none arrived with pine needles in their crewcuts or a pepper- mint stick clutched between their teeth, the mis- tletoe-hung-room endowed everyone with a proper seasonal feeling. Class salesmen lined the walls of a local PBX station for a hectic eight hour bake sale. Their persuasive smiles aimed at the unceasing influx of Saturday buyers were not unrewarded. Many a harassed domestician accepted the change from her purchase with a lighter heart, and the treasury received further padding. We do take occasional time-out from drudg- ery to enioy life's so-called lighter side. All school organizations are top heavy with third yearmen. Many have been hoisted into offices by other club members. On the rosters of the gridiron and basketball teams, there is a galaxy that answers to a Junior rating. Music and for- ensic contests always produce a rash of ambition among us, and we're well represented in the choruses, too. Something would surely be miss- ing from the local pigskin duels, if Joyce weren't puffing away at her trombone and Glenn mak- ing like Harry James. When the nod was given to the idea of having each home room present an assembly play, the Thespian Juniors dived into a Notre Dame huddle and came through with several rollicksome offerings. In early spring our riotous three act comedy landed behind the footlights and unearthed more unsuspected dramatic abil- ity. The whole thing was pushed along consid- erably by Mr. Crawford and Mr. Jamison, our faculty advisors. Remembering that we are only human, the effect achieved for the prom was unbelievable. The totally unrecognizable gym could have vied with Bill Green's and was worth all the bruised the embellishing process. thumbs received in Surprisingly enough, no one sprained an ankle doing the rhumba or upset a water tumbler. ln fact, the evening was close to perfect! G