Bradford High School - Barker Yearbook (Bradford, PA)

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Forenoon hours seemed prolonged as the de- licious aromas seeped from the doors of our cafe- teria into the corridors. Hunger pangs prevented concentration in the fourth period class, as thoughts wandered to the luncheon dish. At the sound of the lunch bell an outpouring of students pushed down the hall toward either end of the cafeteria. People buying their lunch patiently stood in line forming from the front hall of the building. Diligent cafeteria ladies busily prepared trays for the hungry students moving along our handy self- service counter. At the far end of the lunchroom, students preferring home made sandwiches and desserts rapidly took their places at lunch tables. Girls having fourth period gym class managed the candy counter. Sweet-tooth individuals crowded around keeping them occupied the whole lunch hour. It gave the cafeteria the warm feeling neces- sary for any good mess hall. An invasion of bees aroused the diners one day. Girls shrieked and iumped at the approach of the winged invaders while boys chuckled to themselves. Arlene Gardner became quite excited when one accidentally flew into a dish on her tray. Between laughing and endeavoring to rid herself of the dish, Arlene attracted her messmates' willing attention. Hilarious incidents happened that day. Before basketball or football games, cheer- leaders led cheers through the center of the large room. On such occasions they displayed the vim and vigor of B.H.S. Each day, too, could be heard the familiar refrains of the Happy Birthday song. Students all around ioined in urging the honored to stand up, stand up. The room was noisy but everyone was happy. At the sound of the bell, stu- dents hurriedly reported back to classes. 8 The Acram6le to find Pat McGarry seemed camera shy as he posed with Judy Keane and Sandra Tate in the cafeteria. What were Pam and Pat, behind them, laughing about? Annette Krantz smilingly consented to Bill Rogers' search- ing through her lunch for a choice tidbit during biology class. He had not opened his lunch, notice?

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of pre - claw dagezt Sincerity and earnestness showed on every face as the members of homeroom 123 saluted the flag. Each morning this opening exercise was performed. Harry MacDonald and Mike Thomas, hard-working iani- tors, rode the tractor used for snow in winter, hauling in sum- mer, and odds-and-ends tasks. Frequently before classes Jim Davis could be seen seriously conversing with Mr. Bell on some Stu- dent Council topic. Jack Shea, Forest Clark, or other announcers, assembled the announcements for morning bulletins. Teachers arranged for classes while others chatted about the day's sched- ule. Certain tars remained in homerooms to com- plete belated homework while other mariners ven- tured forth into the hall to meet acquaintances and relate interesting tales. Mr. Getz busied himself with excuses in his attendance office and Miss Stewart likewise. Once the late bell had rung, homerooms were quickly loaded with gobs, and our treasure chest was heaped with gems. At different times, collec- tions were taken for the various charitable organi- zations, dues were recorded by homeroom treasur- ers, and tickets were on sale for the successive ac- tivities. Schedule cards were made out in the early weeks of the year and tuition guarantees were peri- odically checked with the rural students. Dazed crew members awakened every morn- ing when that loud, Good morning, students, came over the public address system. These words issued from none other than Mr. Bell, and they seri- ously reminded us of our responsibilities in making our school the school that it should be: Keep the cafeteria neat, do not mark walls or lockers, and don't throw paper in the corridors, rang in the students' ears. Other announcements told schedule changes, state or national tests to be given, games-football or basketball-and advertisements for dances and outside events. These happenings speeded the early morning hours on the B.H.S., and each of them helped highlight the importance of ye treasure to each and every ferryman or officer. 7

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the 6eAt place in line There's the gong! Into the mess hall noisy cmd boisterous pushed the hungry seamen. Two chow lines formed at either end of the massive room. The sailors who preferred to warm their bellies with the scolding soups and lush meats, clattered into one line pushing and shoving to speed their place in line. At the opposite end raced the gobs whose hands held hearty bags Barbara Hudson reached for her tray as Shirley Lintz, Pat DeRosia, and Helen Mallory waited patiently. Mrs Louise McCutcheon served the appetizing dishes. bursting with ripe fruits and home made special- ties. As each line decreased in number, the ex- hausted cashiers sighed welcome relief. Only too soon the mariners were interrupted by the gong which sent them reacting like barbarous pirates. Sounds revealing renewed vim, vigor and vitality afforded a dramatic ending to the famed chow line of the B.H.S. Dick Gatesman, Willis Deitz, Mary Lou Abbott, Donna Brocious, Phyllis Bullers, Grace Longo, and Joyce Passenger pushed forward to add to their trays of de- licious food, Serving hot, palatable soup at noon, Mrs. Bell has the immediate attention of Ralph Louk, Emery Palmer, Frank Toothman, and Naomi Flanders. Janitors Ralph Gilson and David Schultz, vigorously hosed and brushed the cafeteria windows clean. Dur- ing the fall, the ianitors' fancy turns to housecleaning everything in sight.