Austintown Fitch High School - Reflector Yearbook (Youngstown, OH)

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The Reflector had gone to pressl First relief, then anxiety spread over the staff - would the art work be satisfactory? Would the captions fit the page layouts? Nightmares of being in the redn pursued the business manager even though the drives for subscriptions, adver- tisements, and tax stamps, the sale of baked goods, Fitch badges and beanies, and the Lucky Penny Hop had been successful. Taking all these last minute qualms in stride was their sponsor, Mi's. Ada W. Prosser. Any worry she may have felt when the staff chose a cover beyond the budget, she kept to herself. With her guidance and encouragement, the 1955 staff was able to write finis to months of planning and preparation on their high school yearbook. REFLECTOR STAFF Editor - Diane Cline Assistant Editor - Barbara Hoover Business Manager -Y Connie Morrison Advertising Staff - Rick Thorp, Robert Bowen, Elton Burky, John Morrison, Earl Kennedy, Sarah Waller, Dianne Yogie, Diane Cline, Barbara Hoover Circulation Staff - Mary Louise Creed, editor, Donna Finley, Clara Lischak, Margaret jones, Jeanette Zemko Activities Editor - Carolyn Dawson Staff - Patricia Hanko, Dianne Yogie, Joyce Sleighter, ,loan Susko Sports Staff - Paul Vath, editor, William Palmer, james Walker A rt Editor f Janet Antell Staff f- Robert Pallante, Pauline Warg, William Palmer, Joan Victor Head Typist 4 Arlene Kirby Staff f Clara Lischak, Betty Maino, Diane Bruno, Sandra Schmidt. Irene Strayer Jada . , . Left to right - Diane Cline, editorg janet Antell, art editorg Mrs. Ada W. Prosser, sponsorg Connie Morri- son, business managerg Barbara Hoover, assistant editor. Absent - Carolyn Dawson, activities editor. ADVERTISING AND CIRCULATION STAFFS ACTIVITIES STAFF ART AND TYPING STAFFS Twenty

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7?54 Waifeq nge Zklgzdmage A pilgrimage is a dedicated journey. The Valley Forge Pilgrimage is dedicated to instill The American Way of Life - its foundation in Freedom and its continuous growth in the maintenance of rhar Freedom. As a result of the 1954 Freedoms Foundation Award to the Austintown Public Schools, Con- nie Morrison, a senior, and Mrs. Iscah B. Boyer, a faculty member, were privileged to make the pil- grimage to receive the George Washington Medal, indicative of the honor bestowed upon our school. September 1620, 1954, was the designated time. The vibrant and inspiring faith in and loyalty to America, founded in George Washington's winter at Valley Forge is kept alive and ever-growing through Freedoms Foundation and its presi- dent, Dr. Kenneth D. Wells. Each person on the pilgrimage represented a school from throughout the United States, and each returned dedicated to further the American Way of Life. Left to rigf7l W Miss Waive Ripple. llric Brown, Miss Alice Welver, Grant Strickland, Mrs. lscuh 15. liuyer, Connie Moi'risoi1, Dr. Kenneth D. Wells, president of Freedoms Foundariong Miss Bessie Kennedy, Peter Eichorn. Page Nineteen

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Mounted Police, gave her a ticket. I took the bus . . . Here .Arr U16 Zzcfs . . . My name is WALKER. Iim a shadow. That's my job. I work for the DEGNAN Detective Agency. I'm on a case. A secret case. Here are the facts. RONALD EDWARDS must be located. He was last seen receiving his diploma on the Fitch stage thirteen years ago. I started my investigation there. On the stage, that is. A singing janitor, RICK THORP, led the way. I followed. All footprints were blurred - the floor is softwood. I interrogated a JANET ANTELL, an elementary teacher. She knew nothing. Next I talked to LARRY HANEK, the head of the math department He had problems too . . . The government teacher, CHARLES DAY, gave me the first clue. Day had received a postcard from the BURKY School of Music He was invited to a marimba recital starring PAUL CORLL. Day was unable to attend - it was at night . . . The president of the college, ROBERT BOWEN, sent him a program. Edwards' name was on the guest list. I called a cab. A driver by the name of JONES picked me up. I directed her to the MORRIS and MAINO railroad station. Glancing out the window, I saw PAULINE WARG oil painting - a billboard. I told Jones to drive faster. She did. PALMER, of the N :X fhk mall X!! :QM S IW EDATH MECHLING punched my ticket. It's a small world - next to me sat the only man ever to type 200 words a minute, CHARLES SAGWITZ. I read the ads: Use VICTOR's Vanishing Cream, Get a HOOVER Haircut , Buy FLAUTO Fashions . The bus stalled. I walked. Nat- urally, I'm a Walker . . . The railroad station was crowded. BOB BECKWITH sold me a ticket. Street photographer ELLIS BABINGTON snapped my picture. I boarded the train. I was hungry. Wait- ress BEVERLY MOHAN served me a HERN-burger - named for the famous cook. I ate it while reading the PASHA Post. Advertised was MARWOOD's hair restorer . . . In the club car, Diamond JIM D'ERAMO and Renaldo COOK, noted bull fighter, were engaged in a wild game of Old Maid. I broke it up. Cook's manager, VERNON SCOTT, had heard that Edwards was a big game hunter. He read it in Field and Streamv, now issued by McCART- NEY Publications. Conductor MALSCH called my stop - WALLERville, Ohio, home of the Burky School of Music. DICK LAMBETH, a gas station attendant, directed me to President Bowen's home . . . I pushed the doorbell. It rang I heard music. The violin- playing butler, EVERETT LEWIS, opened the door. I stated my business. He went to get Bowen. I followed . . . Bowen was giving TOM ROTH a few pointers on how to play musical chairs. Roth left. I stayed. Bowen offered me a chair. I took it and sat on the couch. Before I could ask about Edwards, a new pupil entered. Page Twe ,QE-S . . am fine :IPS-Ujxi -Ze 55 D.. HOU' ' mm Zi-2 fi'-3:13 Q. 9..'-im E. ,TmF'gQ71 U53 mlim WQZQ-flag D f-1 :PM ?7:O5':-TJ-Q 'E?.O lf ,-4 m'Ig-U, Qfvvfegn m Q 23 F1 ',.mE. 3 D 7QCl-r-112 Pl'-6.,qQp1 I gun., 2:31 1' xqggsvqqu' io CHE' :s :z f'5.5'1tEM - ,, ,., 02,2532- Sf-'izffzm MTW '1 a'..m5Z f?. cioQU'12-. up the horn. Automobile, that is . . . I locked the door. I ripped the phone from the wall I hate interruptions. Where's Edwards? , I asked. Bowen, sur- prised, answered that it had been three months since Edwards had been there. The last I heard, he said, 'fRon was on his way to Africa. He was hunting a YOGIE-bird. I unlocked the door and left. At the airport, Stewardess SUSKO welcomed me onto the plane. I never trust women drivers. The pilot was a woman - JUNE MELLOTT. The cspilor was a woman - JANET GATES. I felt surrounded. I couldn't get out and walk . . . It was hot. I loosened my tie fhand-painted by ELAINE JUHASZJ. Seated next to me was DIANE CLINE, famed lecturer. She explains the ups and downs of cheerleading . . . The plane landed in New York. I took a cab to the docks. The STRAYER Steamship Office was on Pier 7. I bought a ticket for, uh huh, Africa. The only available ship was a cattle boat, the S. S. PEARSON. It was being used to deliver SLEIGHTER's safari supplies to the jungle. Captain FRYFOGLE was teaching his parrot to talk by using DICK DAVIS, book on birds. I decided that now was as good a time as any to brush up on DAWSON's I0 easy steps to perfect typesetting. my-One