East Huntingdon High School - Mirror Yearbook (Alverton, PA)

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1 ii V ' i 17 lm' 'WW' 5 5 f 7 Q 7' f 4 A A Q 4 Q . journalists in the East Hun. Hi. News. Two girls, Mildred Hart and Ida Sue Adams, ventured into the realm of girls' basketball and were successful. During this lap of the journey, too, the travelers took time for merrymaking. Yet, above all they kept steadily striving toward their ultimate goal far off on the heights and were duly elated when at last their coach trundled up to the close of the second cycle and the completion of the first half of their undertaking. The bud had grown still larger. Its beauty was unsurpassed, when on the eve of the third cycle the zealous wayfarers boarded the trolley that was to take them through that period. They realized more and more the value of their mission. For this ride they elected James Dezort motorman, Frank Lemmon his assistant, and Wilbur Ruffcorn collector of fares. They paused on Mt. Olympus long enough to place several members of their class in various events. Ray Moser, Frank Lemmon, Allen Hyskell, and James Dezort were new stellar additions to the football team, and Lemmon and Dezort to the basketball team-Dezort starring as captain of the quintet. They entered Moser, Lemmon, Andrish. Shaffer, Tomechko, King and Gil- bert Stout in track and field events and added Sarah Smith to the girls' basketball pair, making it a trio. Florence Johnson proved her ability as a debater that year. Many from their ranks enjoyed leading roles in the operettas and plays presented, thus bringing fame to the whole school. They began to proudly display beautiful gold rings as a token to all the world that they were members of the class of thirty- one. But the way was hard. As exist along all highways and byways, there were the bumps in the road and the steep hills. Everyone who started in the little band did not remain in it. Yet their goddess was kind and helpful and everyone was thankful when the trolley came to the end of the line. They were all eager to board the buses that would take them on the last lap to the heights and their reward. The fourth and last cycle was the most wonderful of all. The bud now suddenly burst into a gorgeous full-blown rose. Never before had the seekers after knowledge felt so capable of doing so muchg the power of the spirit filled them to overflowing. In their organization they elected Ray Moser driver, Frank Lemmon his assistant, Freda Ramsey map-drawer, and James Dezort keeper of the pot of gold. They in- vaded athletics where they boasted ten out of eighteen letter men in football, name- ly, Moser fcaptainl, King, Shaffer. Davis, Christner, Lemmon. Suter, Dezort, To- mechko, and Andrish. They had Lemmon, Depta, Andrish, Tomechko Qcaptainl, Davis, and Lazor in boys' basketball, and a large part of the winning team in track. They took a leading part in all other activities including the French, Drama- tics, Journalistic, Booster. and Glee Clubs. Florence Johnson and Ben Baldwin in debate upheld the negative side of the question. Members of the group enjoyed stellar roles in various plays and even presented one of their own. They staged a mock court trial in which Paul King was charged with kidnapping Arnold Davis. Judge Pep Tomechko presided over the case with great dignity, while Moser and Dezort served ably as Clerk of Courts and Tip Staff respectively. Gilbert Stout de- fended King while Ben Baldwin represented Davis. They published a yearbook called the Mirror, Many of them took active part in issuing the school paper. Twice they met at the home of Ida Sue Adams for amusement. The goddess had cared for them well. The group was in high spirits when at last its fourth cycle came to a close and the bus finally reached its destination with the coming of commencement. And while the group had in part obtained its end, yet it was with the commencement that there began the real education and the genuine building for worth to possess the spirit of Minerva. Gilbert Stout K C Cl 1'-' ' 1 ,, Ng f- 5 , L ,.,- ll +i Q W-sa l

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CLASS HISTORY The twenty-eighth day of August, 1927, was a memorable day in the history of East Huntingdon, for it was on this day that a glorious spirit first made itself mani- fest. While this guiding spirit, who dwelt in the pink rose, was not yet prepared to enter the hearts of its earnest followers and burst forth in all its splendor, yet it is true it existed-for a group of young students did drift to the doors of staid East Huntingdon High School on that signal day. And they were wearing green-oh, not outwardly, for they had chosen to display a brilliant combination of royal blue and rich gold--but their goddess could see deeper than that. At her beckoning this eager band of youthful pilgrims had assembled and was preparing to follow her on a difficult but wonderful mission--she was going to lead them to the heights in quest of the great Minerva, goddess of wisdom. This new movement was hardly noticed by outsiders in whose well-established routine its presence caused scarcely a slight ripple on the surface. Yet to the newcomers their trip to the land of knowledge was all important, and they watched the pink rose carefully, for they knew that even though it was then only a small bud, it would develop in size and beauty as they be- came more worthy of the spirit it contained. To advance eHiciently any group of travelers must have organization, and this little army did have to move with the utmost efficiency for it wanted to complete its mission in four short years. So for the first cycle the youthful band elected Frank Lemmon captain, Alverda ShaHer lieutenant, and Naomi Taylor scribe, selected the judicious motto Build for character, not for fame , and then set out on their jour- ney toward the heightsland what was held in store for them there, their guiding spirit ever present and leading them onward. Of course it took the inexperienced army quite a while to get their feet accustomed to the new paths they must tread and they did not have a great deal of time for activities, yet they paused in their march long enough to place Wallace Shaffer, Jack Andrish, and Paul King on the football squad and Shaffer, Andrish, Allen Hyskell, and Steve Tomechko on the basketball floor. For the first time, too, some of them could be found venturing from the ranks to try out in other activities and they were all proud when they could boast the largest number of A students each month. But an army of young trav- elers must be amused-entertained, so they met several times in the high school gymnasium to give themselves over to an evening of complete and delightful revel- ry. Thus when the ranks at last filed up to a halt with the close of the first cycle, they knew that their experience and the devotion to their goal had prepared them for the next and more difficult stage of their journey. Meanwhile the bud had grown larger and more beautiful. The faithful spirit embodied in the pink rose had skillfully conducted its proteges through a successful first cycle and now they boarded the huge stage coach prepared especially to trans- port them through the second lap. For this thrilling ride they elected Wallace Shaffer president, James Dezort vice president, and Alverda Shaffer secretary. The many passengers were more eager for excitement this year. For the first time the piping strains of budding musicians could be heard in their midst. As they rode along, some began to hum strange tunes as the beauty of their goddess grew in them. They paused during this part of their trip, too, to again place their stalwart quartet on the basketball floor and add Steve Tomechko to the football trio, making it, as well, a quartet. And as the spirit grew within them they became more confi- dent. New members of the group were to be found daring to enter upon new adven- tures. Several of them took up the pen for the first time and made their debut as fi 'AYJSQ

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'-Fmt ' 'W I ' Q i s g K CLASS PROPI-IECY Hello folks, this is station E. H. H. S. located at Alverton, Pennsylvania. We are fortunate in having with us this evening Mr. Stanley Johnson, the fa- mous explorer, who will entertain you with a story of his work in the jungles. May I present Mr. Johnson? Good evening, my friends. My tale this evening is very strangeg it deals with my old schoolmates, the class of 1931 of East Huntingdon High School. Here is my story: My whole experience which I am about to relate happened in the year 19405 that was three years ago. I was working in British East Africa for the National Geographic Society, the object of my expedition being to take back with me for mounting, the skins of a few lions in addition to those of several other animals. Bad luck pursued us during our entire journey into the wilderness. Numerous hardships had to be endured if we were to succeed. In crossing a large river one of our porters and part of our equipment were carried away by the swift current, plunging over the falls a short distance down the river. However, we pushed on, but two of our spearmen fell ill and another was bitten by a snake. The man died in a short time. A fifth man was killed by a lion. Finally the remnant of our party, three white men and six natives, reached the site for the camp where our work was to be done. Our fortunes changed, for in two weeks' time we were ready to start for the coast. I had killed two lions, but the desire for a third led me to start out with a native helper in search of another 'Simba' as the natives called the beast. On the morrow we were to start our journey homeward. My helper and I had followed the shallow bed of an extinct river for approximately two miles when suddenly we came upon the tracks of an immense lion. After an hour's hard trailing we came upon a large thicket where we supposed our quarry to be concealed. As we started to circle the thicket Numa charged upon us. My native fied in terror while I stood half paralyzed with fear. The bullet that I succeeded in Hring missed the animal. With one sweep of his enormous pay the majestic beast hurled me unconscious twenty feet away. I passed into peaceful oblivion. I seemed to be floating in a gray fog where every thing was weird and eerie. Suddenly to my intense surprise the faces and figures of my former classmates ap- pared in kaleidoscopic fashion. The first persons I saw were an iceman and his wife eating in a kitchenette. Yes, they were Melvin Hough and Freda Ramsey, married but still fighting. A new scene appeared. There was that hard business man, Earnest Weisel growling out orders to a force of stenographers among whom were Ruth Blacka and Eleanor Braithwaite. Ed Mottle was performing the duties of janitor. Through a glass partition of Weisel's establishment I could see into an adjoin- ing office where two girls were simultaneously chewing gum and pounding type- writers. They turned out to be Sara Smith and Josephine I-Iawk, Having parked their gum under the desks where they could get it after lunch, they went to the Red and Black restaurant. The dainty waitress who tripped out to get their order, was none other than 'Rainey' Breegle. Shortly afterwards the tousled head of Frances Leighty, the cook, peering in at the kitchen door caused a small riot. In the restaur- ant Wilda Weibel was playing the piano for a dance orchestra. Luncheon over, the two stenographers left the cafe. The raucous honking of an automobile bearing down upon them as they leisurely crossed the street brought ls, 'ic rg X 5 gee-f'?1l E