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

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ABLE STAFF9 SERVE US WITH A SMILE .ff Mrs. Baker and Mrs. Eiler, the high school's secretaries, were al- ways found in the main office. They were seen typing tests, keep- ing the various records, or running the many olfiice machines. On Fridays, this cheerful pair could be seen in the ticket booth selling football tickets. No matter what the task, these co-workers are deserving of praise from all, and are two of the most necessary members of the school's personnel. Marjorie Long Montefiore Hospital, RN., Slippery Rock State College Jane Schlag Presbyterian Hospital, RN., Slippery Rock State College The ianitors, Mr. Hubert Myers and Mr. Jack McMicheal attended to the physical needs of the school building, thereby facilitating better learn- ing conditions and making everything generally more pleasant. Main- taining the building necessarily requires much work, cleaning, heating, painting, fixing windows, and snow removal are time consuming iabs. A tribute to the custodians is the fact that they did their iobs so con- stantly that many people were unmindful of the number of services they performed. 21

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ARE QYNONYM9 FOR FACULTY Eleanor Stout Geneva College, AB., Columbia U., Bread Loot School of English English Myrtle Varner Slippery Rock State College Seventh Grade i A-rt' J.E. Stahlmcn California State College, U. ot Pittsburgh, M.S. Industrial Arts Program 4w +f Paul Verner Indiana State College, BS, B. Mus, E. Choral Music Betty Wilson Slippery Rock State College, B.S. Ed., Westminster College Seventh Grade 20 Diana Zane Mansfield State College, B.S Home Economics

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THE BEAUTY OF INSPIRED LEARNING . . . The last year. Ohhh, Mmmmmmmmmmm. No-more-pen-cils-no-more-books-no-more- teach-ers . . . No more. No more laws governing my behavior and my placement. At least, now my time is really mine to spend as I wish, to use and waste. This is more than I thought. Some basic moral and American principles are involved with my being free. It l had the time and the inclination, l would sit down and think about them. I haven't either, though. Time waits for no one. I must be off! I've been still so long. Twelve years is not one moment to eternity, but how large a part of my life? Twelve winters, snow and icicles outside the school windows, twelve springs and the sickening hurt of watching the earth change from dry, electric white to damp, limp green, watch- ing it enviously from behind a window, learning why it did, but longing more to see it than to know. N22 l