East High School - Sunrise Yearbook (Erie, PA)

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Iii Evitr Witlitniiiq Liri:lus In January we carried out the traditional Senior Class Day exercises in the form of a (Jay ‘9()’s Revue. We will never forget the old-fashioned melodrama, and the famed Barbershop Quartette, made up of Boh Talbert, Bay llierholzer, Kd Wright, and John Douglas. (We don’t like to seem a trifle proud, but we did hear rumors afterwards that it was one of the best class days Hast ever had.) After much planning the banquet and prom committees worked out a joint Banquet Dance to be held at the Masonic Temple. About this time a ban was put on all pleasure driving, and we girls had quite a time getting to the banquet in our long dresses. No matter what troubles we had in arranging for this last social get-together, it was worth it. The food was excellent and the after dinner speeches snappy. The speakers brought a tear to the eye as well as a smile to the lips as they reminisced about our class fellowship. The last moment of the banquet seemed rather sacred as we stood to sing our beloved school song. After the banquet the “Gardenia Waltz began, and an evening’s enjoyment was climaxed with the crowning of the Prom Monarchs Queen Dorothy Meyers and King Mike Demyanovich. Now graduation was really at hand. All was ready. Commencement night we looked out over the audience and found our respective Moms and Dads. Then we had a round table discussion on “What lias This War Taught IJs?” with Alice, irginia, Lydia, Adone, John S., John D., Carl, Anthony, and Orlando participating in the discussion. When the last diploma was received, we realized that as a class our work at Last was finished, but that as individuals our work in our community had just begun. There were a few' tears shed by our girls as we sang the school song, and I don’t doubt that some of our fellows had a lump in their throats, for we feel that you may indeed search through the whole wide country and still not find a better school than our own Last High. 20

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Iii Ever Wiili!iiini| l,'iri:li s Our class entered senior high rather bewildered by the thought dial some day we would lake our places in the sun as seniors about to graduate. In tenth grade, we were willing to be guided by the stars who were our upperlcassmen; in eleventh grade, we prepared to organize so that we might do some shining ourselves. At our first elections, Adone, Lydia, John, and Jean were chosen to be our guiding stars. We began our climb in tbe heavens of social activities with after school dances and a skating party or two. Then a few of our class members were “tapped for membership in the National Honor Society. Adone, Anthony, Car! and Lydia were the lucky ones. We were important. In our senior year, it was time for another election. We chose George, Carl, Eleanor, and Mike to guide us on to our place in the sun. Then our social activities were shining forth with much more brilliance as we held a spring dance, the Blossom Time Frolic,” our first really big dance. Not only did we sponsor this dance and several skating parties, but we also had two hayride parties. We really began to get acquainted with every member in the class. Time went flying along and soon it was June with the class just ahead of us graduating. And then September. As we started the last semester of high school, we once more held elections, with Adone again taking over the presidency of the class. Our class members led many of the school activities. Lois was president of the “M Club, and John, president of the Student Council and Honor Society. Our social heavens were ablaze with the brilliance of our star, as we held the “Turkey Trot,” another hayride, and one last skating party. Just before Christmas vacation we danced at the “Snowman’s Frolic,” our last dance at school. 11

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Slurs Tliiil SIiuiik Brain Storm—Anthony Paterniti A studenT we will remember—John Shafer The all-Around man—Adone Pietrasanta What an acRobat John Wodarski Look at the Strut! on that girl—Kay Koph On a bicycle builT for two—Alice Blair-Marvin Butters Our basketball Hero—Walt Hatkevich You want to hear A song—Ed Wright A bit of hidden Talent—Carl Nielsen Those moron jokeS Robert Talbert Our own prom queen— Helen Meyers East High's own Tommy DOrsey—Ed Machuga Our first sweet navy Nurse—Bettie Both The lady's man—Mike OEmyanovich 21