Conshohocken High School - Echo Yearbook (Conshohocken, PA)

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CLASS POEM 1942 Helen 1). Blair Yesterday ue Hatched the gold of childhoixl Bathe our ship and gild a distant sea; And on the Buy of Education ue embarked And slowly sailed toward the Sea of Maturity. Through every storm our gallant craft sailed on; II ares of disappointment oft wont to rise; On maps of the future ue charted our course, ('.loads of uncertainty veiling, hut making us wise. Strong uere the hands of our captain and crew, Guiding us safely past failure's shoal. From whirlpools of h im- they kept us sailing And steered us onward toward our goal. Many years ue sailed; clear became our course, Brightening with each discovery made. Then this night ue drift victoriously upon The Fort of Graduation—lie made our grade. For a moment ice drop anchor, as childhood Swiftly fades from the evening sky. To bid our shipmates, our captain, and crew A grateful and reluctant last good-bye. ow, each to his wheel, there's one more voyage. More satisf ying, yet filled with strife; But as ue faced the Bay of Education. H e turn with courage to the Sea of Life. 3

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CLASS PROPHECY IT DOESN’T seem like five years since graduation night for the Class of 42 at C. II. S.. but I guess time does fly when you’re in the service of the t. S. Army. Yes. five long years have lapsed since we stood on the stage in the auditorium with our heads high and our chests out. accepting our diplomas from lr. Landis. Since then things have hap| ened pretty fast and at present I’m sitting behind a desk here at the Customs House in Philadelphia registering draftees and enlistees from Conshohocken for the army. In just a few minutes the doors will open and 1 11 he quite busy signing up the new recruits. I just wonder, as I sit here, what all my classmates are doing for a living. Well, the doors have just ofiened and here comes the stampede of boys, full of pep and enthusiasm. Name? I asked the first enthusiastic lad. without lifting my eyes. Carl Hylinski. Why, Minnie, you old son of a horse-slioe! W here have you been all my life— well, for the past four and a half ears anyhow y” Oh, after graduation I went to night school and liecame a machinist and I held down a nice position at Bendix until I was called. Come on. move along there! yelled the desk sergeant. Sec you when I’m through. Min.’ I assured him. Sure thing. he said as he vanished into the examination room. Next, a dignified looking gentleman stepped up and the strijws on my sleeves turned upside-down when I saw behind that false front my long lost pal. ALBERT t Cl STIVE. Well, I asked, going to a ball? No. ’ answered Albert, I must dress this way. Yes? W by?” I questioned. You’ve heard of the Augustine Venetian Cafe. You know, the place with its famous Spaghetti Ballroom ami the beautiful Carlican Roof. ’ he answered. Sav, I know the place. I’ve never been there, though too ritzy for me, I said. Don’t tell me you’re the doorman! I'll tell you a secret, lie said, leaning over to whisper into my ear. l own the place. And another thing—you’ve heard of the great Italian chef. Alhertino Augustino? That’s me. Well dog my cats!’ was my expression of emotion. Again the desk sergeant yelled to move on. ith sheets of music sticking out of ever pocket, up stepped a youngster who looked like a refugee from Tin Pan Alley. Before I had time to ask any questions, he spoke. Name. Anthony Pagliaro; former occupation. hand leader The Pagan Pegs’ currently featured at the Augustine Venetian Cafe; Jeanne Bkrgey. vocalist; and if vou have any business with me you’ll have to see my business manager. Kazzmer Stans. Hello. Nin,’ I greeted him now for this was the first chance I had. I didn’t know the Class of ’42 would mono|H lize the recruiting office today, I said to him. Oh, you know that class; here today gone tomorrow. Here are my pa| ers. 1 11 leave you before that desk sergeant splits his bronchial tubes.” he said and went. This time it was a threesome that stepjied up to my desk. These fellows I recognized immediately. Jamzelli! Wisnieski! Wosczyna! I greeted them in a joyous tone. How can you look so happy when this world is so cruel? questioned Emil. What’s wrong, fellows? I asked, and Dominic answered me. The army broke up the best little butcher business you ever saw. You see. after grad- 4