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

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iigirflt Qmfg Wm Row 1: J. Smith, B. Zeigler, M. White, J. Launer, B. Stewart, S. Kennedy, D. Hcibermon, S. Johnston, D. Spencer, S. Lutz, E. Mullenax, J. Smith. Row 2: L. Moeser, P. Mohr, D. Loveridge, S. Luek, J. Zeigler, Miss Bennett. ilif' K .e . ' - . w.-1:-.1 - - - -W ' ' ,- X , - 4, Row 'lz M. Bouder, T. Fishburn, S. Deemer, R, Dudek, N. Walker, R. Anderson, W. Otto, G. Watson, A. Eiler, J. Allmonn, J. Bessor, E. Morgan Row 2: P. Lumpard, L, Bonzo, J. Powell, L. Ely, H. Fischer J. Richert, D. Kendrew, D, Springer, H. Ziegler, D. Hare, W. Rodemoyer, Mrs. Campbell. Row 3: R. Scott, L. Covert, D. Phillips, C. Sutch, F. Richert, J. Nickitcz, D. Kennedy, J. Myers, G. Foehringer, F. Freshcorn 29

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00l'L8l OI Oghfer i . A DAY IN THE LIFE OF EIGHTH GRADE Only now does Mrs. Campbell know what perils confronted her on that sunny, golden au- tumn day of September, 1950, when she became adviser of us Eighth Graders. We decided to assist her, so we elected Gilbert Watson, presi- dent, Wilbur Otto, vice president, Ruth Anderson, secretary, and Norman Walker, treasurer. Any eighth grader's school day begins with zest. As we enter 202, we create a spirited up- roar. For five seconds before the tardy bell, everyone holds his breath, waiting--hoping, for Wilbur to breeze in, and with the first sound of the bell, Wilbur, gasping for breath, appears. After devotions, we take time out to admire BIackboard Kenny's spic and span work of art. Then our hands fiy up with volunteers for cur- rent events, sports, and eighth grade chatter- Gilbert, Henry, and Bill are the most hep here. Our chatter turned into plans climaxed by a neck-breaking, knee-busting, iolly eighth grade skating party at Evans City on February 16. One, two, three, four! One, two, three, four! Over and over again! Yes, we're now in first period gym class. Then for a game to let off steam, and we all come out of the showers, iust a bunch of drips. Second period, English! We learn it iust ain't right to say, I don't know 'nuthin', and 'E we we tell Mrs. Campbell much better stories abou t why our homework isn't done than we find in literature books. History class brings one of Mr. Jamison's surprise quizzes. Down zoom our grades. Fourth period, geography, and at noon rings the long-awaited lzlbll. There's a mad rush for the door, but quick examination shows no bones broken. At 12:45 our horde tramps back, and after hanging up our coats, Pete, Louis, and the boys commence a game' of hide and seek-on the sly, of course. The late bell rings, and in three sec- onds, everyone is in his seat. Mrs. Campbell makes a quick survey of the floor, which im- proves in neatness day by day. For fifth period study, Mr. Bender lets us whisper together, when he's in a good mood. We learn about maior and minor during sixth period music, and for seventh period art, a short cut through lunch room gives time for a coke switched from a buddy. When we finally get to art class, anything may happen. Most artistic paint designs appear-all in the wrong places. Eighth period math and its geometric designs are just too deep for us. At long last, the dismissal bell cheerily rings, and we exit after a merry day at Zelie High. -Ellen Lee Morgan BOOKS You can go in a book To a far away land, Live in a castle, Be someone grand. Hunt in South Africa, Explore the North Pole, Dwell in a circus, Have any old goal. Learn with the scholars, Explore with the king, Dream of your childhood A fable to sing. Live in a forest, Fish in the sea, Go into battle A hero to be. Unbounded by boundaries Enriched by time, A book's to a school As age is to wine. -Jean Bessor

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f qu' , Z8 MMM E 0108 6 SCHOOL DAYS K Well, here we are in seventh grade, I thought we'd never make it! We work so hard and iust get paid in grades, But we can take it. And everything's so new to us, We're always in a dither. We're not allowed to make a fuss Or copy homework, either. They make us learn a lot of stuff That we don't care about. l'm telling you, it's really tough, And yet, there is no doubt, That if we play along with it Someday we all may find As citizens we will be fit And have a better mind. We'll think for ourselves and won't need aid To know what we should do, And we'll look back on seventh grade So glad we made it through. --Mary Etta Stover LIFE IS LIKE THAT I must go back to school again, to the school and my front seat, But all I ask is a study hall with no homework to complete. Where my books are closed and the desks are carved The pupils just awaking, A disgusted look on the teacher's face and a long, long silence breaking. I must go back to school again 'Tis the call of my mother so bored, A loud call and a clear call that may not be ignored. And all I asked was to be left alone under the covers to rest To sadly think of the things ahead for instance, six weeks' tests. I must go home from school now soon and dreams will then come true. No carved desks to gaze upon, No unfinished work to do. Now all we need is a passing grade from all of our teacher friends, And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream before this school year ends. -Helen Ketterer 30 r-1,--Q-rw