Abington High School - Oracle Yearbook (Abington, PA)

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school doctor. Following her examination, Nancy advised that the unconscious athlete be taken home immediately. As the limp body was carried out, Nancy helpfully said, See that she is given one of three little green pills every hour until she wakes up, and if she hasn't regained consciousness by Sunday, have the family call me. She is very lucky because, if that window hadn't been open, she might have been decapitatedn. History class was an ordeal for Elizabeth fBetsyJ Finney, who was pain- fully aware that her pupils knew a lot more about the subject than she did. When she found that Mr. Pawling had signed Charlie on his test paper, Betsy gleefully announced that he could write Charles F. Pawling five thousand times so that he would remember nicknames were never tolerated in class. Betsy was exasperated when two women teachers were seen putting on makeup, saying that they just had to keep up with their map- work. Lunchtime was a welcome respite. In the cafeteria Mr. Smiley was caught sneaking into line ahead of Miss Halde- man. For this oifense he was given four hours' detention. On the counters were generous platters of food, and Managers Ruth Emerich and Pat Rot-h oiered a 352.00 prize to the lucky person suggesting the most appropriate name for the dish being served that day. Some of the sug- gestions handed in sent Ruth and Pat sob- bing to the girls' locker rooms. During second lunch period, Byron Smith attempted to repair the defective bell system. By mistake he rang the 'fire alarm, sending everyone dashing out into the cold. A couple of extremely hungry teachers remained in the cafeteria, and when the managers returned, three blue- berry pies had disappeared. The culprits were easily detected when Pop Smith and Miss Cathell were found guiltily trying to remove berry stains from their lips. Detention for a week was their punish- ment. Library work nearly drove Nancy Stanert insane. In a very short time, his- tory books were on the science reference shelves. Later she discovered Mr. Burl- ington had borrowed all the science books to write a biology report on the life his- tory of a groundhog. It seems he and Mr. Rauch were competing for the best grades, and Mr. Burlington was deter- mined to get all the material. Any that he would not need he hid from Mr. Rauch. In the corridors, art instructors Elli 1 ff OU , BUD GOODWIN, '51

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BUD GOODWIN, '51 Student Government Day had arrived at last. Pupils of Abington High School were to be given a chance to demonstrate their ability as teachers and administra- tors of school affairs. To make the sit- uation realistic, the faculty volunteered to act as pupils. Terrified by the re- sponsibility confronting them, student teachers appealed to acting principal Joe Butch, to declare a holiday. Doubtful as to his authority, Joe nervously telephoned Dr. English, school superintendent, re- questing permission to have radio station WFIL announce cancellation of school because snow had been forecast for the day. Joe's request was courteously re- fused, and Dr. English quoted the state law which recommended cancellation of school only when snow reached a depth of nine feet. Fast-thinking Joe then called a special assembly, which, he thought, would take up quite a bit of time and automatically shorten the periods for the rest of the day. As assembly was about to begin, Wally' Carroll asked permission to make an announcement. He ascended the plat- form and said, Will the owner of the 1914 Stanley Steamer which is hidden STUDENT DAY behind the cottage please move it so that the United Parcel truck can make a de- livery? Mr. Tate sheepishly tried to leave the auditorium unnoticed, but his squeaking shoes gave him away and he was revealed as the owner of the four- wheeled monstrosity. For entertainment, a men's sextet com- posed of Messrs Grun, Cole, Kreider, Snodgrass, Glatthorn, and Burlington, ac- companied by Mr. Gernert, sang two selections: Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer , and Spike J ones' arrangement of All I want for Christmas is My Two Front Teeth . Following these delight- ful musical renditions, Principal Butch appointed the student teachers for the day, and Mr. Gernert gave a few pointers to the faculty as to their behavior in classrooms. Joan Suplee took over as school secre- tary and was busily handling a group of tar-dy pupils, the first of whom was Mr. Davison. He hung his head in shame as Joan read this excuse: Dear Teacher: Please excuse John for being late as he refused to take his cod liver oil pill, and I could not let him leave until he had his vitamins. I found that he had been hiding the capsules under the rug, and I fear that he has been led astray by some of his schoolmates.-Signed, Mrs. Davison . In the gym, Dot Rapp tried to be an eflicient athletic director. Mrs. Thomp- son, who was energetically practicing on the face-vault, put a little too much oomph into her jump and went hea cl-first through an open window. No one could remember any first-aid so a rush call was sent out for Nancy Kerr, who was substituting as

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Rickert and Nan DiValerio kept their pupils busily at Work on a futuristic mural depicting the arrival of a busload of merry Abington students. The artists were constantly annoyed by Don Rieco, who stood ostentatiously on his head in an attempt to figure out the designs. At three p. ni. the exhausted Abing- tonians were only too glad to go home for a Well deserved rest. The faculty roared with laughter as the busloads of students hurriedly left the school With no thought of extra-curricular activities that day. The teachers felt positive that their ipupils would be amazingly quiet and co- operative after suffering through one day of reversed positions. JEANNE SARGENT, '51 . Q' 12- llili nl' r BUD GOODWIN, '51 Radio- Activity From morn 'til night what do I hear But CQ ten ringing in my ear? My brother's a radio ham , you see, So raclio's not strange to me. He talks to friends both near and far, With a rig at home and one in the car. Our olinner's ready, but Dick's not yetg It's six, and time to enter the net H e'll rush upstairs at five of eight For a chat with Bobg he oan't be late! Then off to Mobile Club he goesg Just when he 'll be home--nobody knows. By twelve o'clock he 's back-but then What do we hear but code again! The same routine from day to day, H e 's 'fradio-active I would say! Our Little. War I wandered today on a battlefield, Where lately a victor stood. He watched his enemy driven back, And he laughed and cheered when he could. The field is littered with blood and mud, And rations are strewn on the ground. The turf is torn and beaten down 5 The grass is dirty and browned. Papers and trash confuse my way 5 The goal no longer in sight. It was smashed into pieces-souvenirs To remember the day of the fight. For the papers are programs and pennants 900: . The rations-hot dogs and pop. The blood is ketchup spilled in haste When the enemy wouldn't stop. For the battle took place on a football field, But the glory is still the same As our high school cheered on that after- noon When we won our toughest game. PATRICIA WELLS, '51 A Gay Goodbye A shower of gold and red and brown Came flying, flitting, fluttering down. It looked like a host of butterflies Drifting down from the autumn skies. 'Twas really a band of bright colored leaves Saying goodbye to their family trees. MARIAN Mou., '52 WILLIAM LAPP, '52