Dormont High School - Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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T' ,,wx Editor-in-Chief Business Managers Marjorie Jett jean McGregor, Roland Killeen Assistant Editor Boys' Sports Editor Lois Beadling Donald Green Art Editors Girls' Sports Editor Virginia Reynolds, Agnes Bodecker Catherine jones Feature Writers Director of Art Lea Fredericks, Ida Mae Leahy William E. Reed Club Editors Editorial and Business Advisor Marjorie Williams, Gordon Elliott Frederick W. Agnew Gilbert Hoffman Student Plootograploer gl 1 -

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I ALMA MATER Hail, hail, to Dorrnont High, Loud praises sing, For thee with loyal hearts Our voice.: ring, To thy Maroon and Gray Floating above, Thy children, day by day, Will prove their love.

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Tresenting DANNY AND DOTTIE DORMONT Early in September, 1940, my brother Danny and I made our dramatic entrance into Dor- mont High as shy, demure, innocent little freshies when, awe-stricken, we viewed our place of abode. For weeks we were perplexed as to why the upperclassmen didn't have yo- yo's and didn't ride to school on their skooters. Once Danny even offered to lend a senior his skooter to coast down Annapolis Avenue, but the ungrateful lout simply ignored him. Soon we regained our self-confidence, however, and we, too, joined the merry throng playing Hi- Spy at second lunch. As the year progressed, we Freshies gained more and more prestige and finally in june, 1941, we reached a turning point in our high school career. We graduated into the Sopho- more class. Oh, glorious supremacy that was ours!!! Danny and I fearlessly drank strraight cokes and stayed out until 8:50 without bat- ting an eyelash. Once I even touched a senior. But, what Danny and I really gloated over was the changing of seats in assembly. At last, we could see what was going on without our binoculars. Ah, yes, the magnificent ecstacy of our Sophomore year beamed out on all sides. But as all good things must come to an end, so did our second year in September, 1942, when we entered one by one into the old red schoolhouse. Thus began our one year at hard labor. Our average period consisted of march- ing in, drilling, and marching out, mingled here and there with blood, sweat, and tears. Our study halls were very boring, though. All we did was study. But the Junior Year wasn't so bad as all that, it had its highlights, too. As I recall, we had quite a satisfactory football season. And those football players! Ummm!!! I won't go into that any further, but anyway, Danny couldn't understand what they had that he didn't have. On June IO, 1945 fand none too soon, I might addh, our junior Year came to a wel- come end. Danny and I were now suave, illus- trious seniors, and on September 7th began our year of lofty frivolity. For one thing, the football season started off with a bang. We lost the Mt. Lebanon game!!! But our senior boys land a few juniors and underclassmen, also! came through in the end, and D. H. S. was co-champions again! One by one our sen- ior boys were whisked off to the services. and we senior girls were left at the mercy of the underclassmen wolves. This didn't stop us though. We senior girls dated the cutest little Freshies you ever saw and Danny, who is wait- ing induction into the army, goes stag. Well, I've given you a very brief outline of our four years in Dormont High, but bear with Danny and me and you'll see much more.