Abington High School - Oracle Yearbook (Abington, PA)

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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

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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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If this is your town and your home, Can It Happen Again. nh' i 5 N3 Q The snow swirls gently to the ground as the small grey donkey picks its way along the paved walk. The man and woman accompanying it seem picturesque and quaint in contrast with the tall buildings and bridges of an industrial city. Here and there a late shopper, hurrying home to his warm, well-lighted home, casts an inquiring glance toward the three snow- sprinkled figures. Often, along the way, the tired pilgrim makes his way to a house and knocks on the door to beg shelter for his wife and beast. But unfortunately man has not changed in the past two thousand years, and the travelers are turned away- still lonely, still quiet. Within the houses, the people are like- wise quiet and seem to have lost their fes- tive spirit. They turn to look at one anoth- er, seeking to rectify what they have done. They seem to have lost all interest in the trees decked with gaudy trimmings and bowed to the floor with a load of gifts. Tt is almost as though they have forgotten why they are gathered. No one begins an old carol to be joined by others as has been the custom for many years. And out in the dark night the trio moves quietly, almost ominously, on through the dim streets. Far down in the crowded nar- row alleys, where homes which can afford no children are crowded with shabby, piti- ful children--so easily pleased by some meager present, the three halt and are ap- proached by two of these l1!lf0I'tllIl8,t6S. The boy, sunken of cheek, thin of frame, clutches his sister 's bony hand, and both peer inquisitively into the faces of the two strangers. Seeing that they shiver from the cold and their faces are drawn and tired, the children draw the strangers into a wretched tenement, whose creaky steps seem to ereak a little less under the stran- gers' footsteps than under those accus- tomed to tread there. Even the burro stands quietly content inside the door while the children rub the snow and water out of his soft coat and feed him bread crust from their meager store. As the strangers warm themselves by V .pl I 'S A LORRAINE BATES, '51 .Z