Farrell High School - Reflector Yearbook (Farrell, PA)

Text from Pages 1 - 106 of the 1925 volume:

The Farrell High School Reflector Published by The Class of 1925 NINTH EDITION FARRELL, PENNSYLVANIA Dedication To one whom we owe much deference; to one who has been ever loyal to the class of ’25 and all preceding senior classes, by whose good work and efforts many students have been molded into a form where they have begun to realize the necessity of acquiring a successful education; to one towards whom we have much good will and in whom we have much confidence; to Miss Bessie Eckles, we, the class of 1925, do sincerely dedicate this Reflector. Seniors of 1925. FARRELL HIGH SCHOOL 1925 Page 3 t’i—jsi: — FLECTOR 1 'j. SUPERINTENDENT S. M. ROBB. A. B. Grove City College 1925 Page 5 Greetings! Jfrom ®f)e Class of 1925 Co £UI Hopal Roosters of JfarreU JL)igb School Co ftlemberS of tfje ?Boarb of Directors, Jfacultp, tubents, anb Alumni of Jarrell $igb School Co gill fEljoSe Wi)QSit Untiring (Efforts i abe ftenbereb possible tfjc publication of tfjts (Ebition of tlje deflector. Page 6 1925 MR. ELMER C. STILLINGS. A. B. Hiram College Principal 1925 Page 7 'I---IE F L E C T OR %PeciftLS' j d. SHEARER PETERSON Mi-ss EcKles NlathewS To Our Teachers Life is saddened with the current Of the tragic play of Fate, Unaware of Future’s Promise, One can, vainly, only wait. Wait astounded, almost breathless For the course of time to end; Then into the unknown darkness, Blinded, one his way must wend. Who, if not our gallant teachers. Bring relief and strength anew; School life ne’er would be so lively, If they did not guide us through. So to teach is more than ever Laborious e’en to greater lives; To forward life’s greatest duty. None succeed save he who strives. So, while waiting for the high tide Of our one life to subside. Waiting will be greatly lessened. With bright thoughts of teachers’ pride. A. B. Jr- ’25- Page 8 1921 F L E C T Faculty MISS RUTH BELL. Michigan State University Gregg Normal MRS. CLARISSA BOMBECK, Indiana State Normal MRS. KATHERINE BROWN, B. S. Margaret Morrison School MISS MARIE CHARLTON, A. B. Allegheny College MISS SARA COOLEY, B. S. Westminister College MR. T. D. DAVIS, Clarion State Normal 1925 Page 9 LECTOR 'JS Faculty MISS FLORENCE DONLIN, A. B. Allegheny College Meadville Commercial College MISS BESSIE I. ECKLES, A. B. Ohio Wesleyan MR. HOWARD P. EDDY, A. B. Hiram College MISS ORPHA JONES. A. B. Westminister College MR. MILARD C. KOONS, Mechanics’ Institute MISS SOPHIA LURIE. A. B. University of Pittsburgh Page 10 1925 'l---IE FLHCTOR Faculty MISS ALBERTA MAHLE, Penn State College MISS NELLIE MATHEWS, A. B. Hiram College MISS MARGUERITE MAY, A. B. Bucknell University MISS HELEN MICKULONIC. A. B Westminister College MR. EDGAR M. MIXER, M. A. Allegheny College MISS EDNA M. MOSER, B. S. Hood College Page 11 Faculty mr. sam’l g. McCullough, b. s. Westminister College MISS CORAL F. McMILLAN, A. B. Allegheny College MISS LOIS PATTERSON, A. B. Geneva College MRS. LEUCRETIA PF.RRINE, A. B. Westminister College MISS MARY PERRINO Indiana State Normal MR. ROBERT E. PETERSON, B. S. Grove City College Page 12 1925 FTffrK Faculty MR. R. M. POWELL. B. S. Allegheny College MISS PHYLLIS PYLE. Indiana State Normal MR. ERNEST E. SCHROT. Lock Haven Normal MR. JOHN D. SHEARER. A. B. Gettysburg College MR. JOHN D. SHELATREE, Slippery Rock State Normal MR. W. E. SHELLENBERGER. Grove City College 1925 Page 13 JjF REFLEC Faculty MISS HILDA SILVIUS. A. B. Mount Holyoke College MISS FRANCES E. VERNER, B. S. Westminister College MISS ESTHER ZENTZ, A. B. Theil College MISS APRIL BAKER, Temple University MR. WILLIAM E. GANAPOSKI, Central State Normal MR. ISAAC PROSSER, Music College of Wales I Reflector Staff of 1925 Editor-in-Chief..............................ANTON BAUER, JR. Associate Editors........HARRY BERKOWITZ, WALTER ACKERMAN Business Manager FLORENCE ARKWRIGHT Assistant Business Manager ..................GLADYS GRIFFITH Basket Ball Editor ... JOHN SARCINELLA Calendar 1 HILDA MARKOVITZ, TWILA COCHRAN Senior Class Prophet . ._ VICTORIA LUCA Senior Class Historian LUELLA POLLARD Junior Class Historian FRANK GRANDE Sophomore Class Historian.. LOIS EBERT Freshman Class Historian ... EDITH HITCHINGS Eight Grade Historian BERNICE ARKWRIGHT Seventh Grade Historian LOUISE JOHNSTON Orchestra Reporter RUTH PROSSER 192 o Page 16 1925 Page 17 W1—IE FLECT I. WALTER ACKERMAN, What's all the gaudy glitter of a crown? The way to bliss lies not on beds of down. How long we live, not years but actions tell; The man lives twice who lives the first life well. 2. FLORENCE ARKWRIGHT. We have been gay together; We have laughed at little jests; For the fount of hope was gushing, Warm and joyous, in our breasts. 3. ANTON BAUER. JR. Sometimes I think the things we see Are shadows of the things to be; And ones I vain to see, If still they keep their earthly place. The friends, I hold in my embrace Will linger long With me. 4. ANNE BEHARRY, Through regions remote in vain do I rove. And bid the wide ocean secure me from love. 3. HARRY BERKOWITZ, Soar not too high to fall, but stoop to rise; We masters grow of all that we despise. 6. LUCIEN BURNET, Good is good, wherever taught. On the ground or in the skies! 7. JENNETT BURNS. Thou human humming bee, extracting honey From every blossom in the world that blows. 8. EMMA BOBBY. Think not ambition wise because ’tis brave— The paths of glory lead but to the grave. 9. MARY CARINE, Her song was in mockery of love. And oft I heard her say, “The gathered rose and the stolen heart Can charm but for a day.” 1925 Page 19 C T O R 1 ,t -,s ’ 10. JOHN CHICCARINO, There is a tide in the affairs of men; When taken at the flood, Lead on to fortune. 11. TWILA COCHRAN. A violet by a mossy stone. Half hidden from the eye; Fair as a star when only one Is shining in the sky. 12. JOHN COLECCHI, Self-knowledge, self-control; These three alone lead men to supreme power. 13. ANNE CHER1NSKY, What ever I have said or sung. Some bitter notes my harp would give, Yea, Tho’ there often seem’d to live A contradiction of the tongue. 14. LOUISE COUSINTINE, A ruddy drop of manly blood The surging sea outweight; The world uncertain, comes and goes. The lover rooted stays. 15. AUGUSTA CRAIG, An idle mind is the devils’ workshop. 16. NATLELA CRAIG, Modesty is the best policy. 17. JOSEPHINE DAY, A maid there is in yonder tower. Who, peeping from her early bower, Half shows, like thee, her simple wile. Her bobbed hair and morning smile. 18. MILDRED DONDERO, To you 'tis given To wake sweet natures untaught lays; Beneath the arch of heaven To chirp away a life of praise. F L E 1925 Page 21 is: j-s? F L E C T O 19. JOHN EDWARDS. The trust that’s given, guard, and to yourself be just; For live we know we may, yet die we must. 20. WILLIAM GAGLIARDO, What is ambition? 'Tis a glorious cheat, Only destruction to be brave and great. 21. MARY FREEBLE, Not in knowledge is happiness, but in the acquisition of knowledge. 22. ROSE GREENBAUM, I wrapped myself in grandeur then. And donned a visionary crown; Yet, it seems not fantasy. 23. GLADYS GRIFFITH, When true hearts lie withered, And fond ones are flown, Oh! Who would inhabit This bleak world alone? 24. CHARLES GUFFEY. Pride and glory and honor, all Live in colors to stand or fall. 23. ANNA HETRA. Thou lingering star, with lessening ray, That loves to greet the early day. 26. ALYCE HITCHINGS, Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream My spirit not awakening till the beam, Of an eternity should bring the morrow. 27. JEANNE JAMISON, I fill this cup, To one made up Of lovliness alone. 28. MARGARET JOHNS. With the world, thy gentle ways Thy grace, thy more than beauty. Shall be an endless theme of praise. And love a simple duty. Page 22 1925 1925 Page 23 29. JOHN JOHNSTON. In visions of the dark night, I have dreamed of joy departed; But awakening, dream of life and light Hath left me broken hearted. 30. BEULAH KLEIN, The ring is on my finger. The wreath upon my brow; Satins and jewels at my command, And 1 am happy now. 31. MOLLIE KOZAR, Let life then as the day flower fall, With new day beauty, which is all. 32. MILDRED LIENBERGER, Oh, then renounce that impious self-esteem Riches have wings, and grandeur is a dream. 33. VICTORIA LUCA. Fame, faithful to the faithful, writes on high. Her name as one that was not born to die. 34. HILDA MARKOVITZ. A heart of furious fancies. Whereof I am commander. 35. ELIZABETH MAHLE, I clearly perceive that the infinity of matter is no dream. 36. JOE MARTIN, JR. Heaven is blest with perfect rest, But the blessing of earth is, toil. 37. TONY MASTROIANNI, Men toil for wrong from morning until night; They only die for what they think is right. 38. MILDRED MILLER, Who knoweth the mysteries of the will with its vigor? 39. IDA MONACO, There’s never a faster foot I know. But still, it seems to tarry. Page 2U 1925 FLECTOR 40. KATHERINE MOORE. I laugh at the lore and pride of man. At the sophist schools, and the learned clan. 41. ROSEMORACA, There is no dearth of kindness. In this world of ours; Only in our blindness We gather thorns for flowers! 42. JOSEPH MOSES, 1 want the voice of honest praise, To follow me behind, And to be thought in future days The friend of human kind. 43. ANDREW MUNTEAN, The mighty master smiled to see That love was in the next degree; ‘Twas but a kindred sound to move. For pity melts the mind to love. 44. CARROL NOLAN, Your noble presence, dignified and stately, With inexperience we adore. 45. IDA NUGENT, ‘Tis only noble to be good; Kind hearts are more than coronets. 46. WILLIAM PINTAR, What I here propound is true—because I have said it. 47. LUELLA POLLARD, Triumph and joy are twins; and aye Joy suns the cloud of sorrow; And ’tis the martyrdom of today Brings victory tomorrow. 48. MARGARET REESE, 1 he path of youth winds down through many a vale, And on the brink of many a dread abyss. 1025 Page 25 -1E2 - FLECTORjfe 49. MARGARET PRITCHARD. List not to the idle charmer. Scorn the very specious lie; Only in the fancy liveth This deceiver, “By-and-by.” 50. JOHN SARCINELLA, Life is made of smallest fragments, Shade and sunshine, work and play; So may we, with greater profit, Learn a little every day. 51. JOHN SCHMIDT, Sly, but sincere—ingenuously inclined. 52. BENJAMIN STAHL, Every day has some new task For your hand; Do it bravely—thats the way. Life grows grand. 53. HOWARD UBER, He carved that dream on the yielding stone, With many a sharp incision. 54. MYRTLE SKUSE, No one sits up to wait, Though she is out so late, All know she’s at the gate, T alking with somebody. 55. MARGARET WELLER, Too blest if it tell me that, mid the gay cheer, Some kind voice has murmured, “I wish he were here!” 192n ’WE FLECT Farewell Old Alma Mater No words can spell our debt to you Farrell Hi, we owe you all. Your walls of learning still enclose The fragments of our griefs and woes, Farrell Hi, we’ve felt you call. What trivial act of Fate could end Our good will for your needs. We owe you more than we can say; We owe more than we’ll e’er repay You to realize our needs. ’Tis sad that we must part old friend. To part, mayhap forever. Knowledge is not to buy or vend, 1 Only a keepsake from a friend, A guide to sane endeavor. We can’t leave thee too soon, it seems, But, we are leaving you. We took of knowledge, but are not Prepared to do our assigned lot; We’re only half way through. How slow our hearts within us beat. We can’t do more than sigh. A vision ever haunting steals Upon our thoughts, how strange it feels E’en ere with life we vie. The future only a dream will be Dreaming of you, Farrell Hi. We realize that this step in life, Does not end our earthly strife. Sweet dreams, Farrell Hi, Good-bye A. B. Jr, ’25. 1925 Page 27 F L E C T Se?uor Class Officers FIRST TERM President CARROLL NOLAN Treasurer ........................................... ANDREW MUNTEAN SECOND TERM President................................................. ANTON BAUER, JR. Treasurer ........................................... FLORENCE ARKWRIGHT Secretary..................................................TWILA COCHRAN Official Treasurer JOHN D. SHEARER Members of the Class of 1925 ACADEMIC COURSE ACKERMAN, WALTER ARKWRIGHT, FLORENCE E. BAUER, ANTON, JR. BERKOWITZ. HARRY BOBBY, EMMA M. BRUNET, LUCIEN BURNS, JENNETT R. CARINE, MARY E. COCHRAN, TWILA A. COLECCHI, JOHN DAY, JOSEPHINE B. DONDERO, MILDRED C. EDWARDS, JOHN C. FREEBLE, MARY JULIA GRIFFITH. GLADYS R. JOHNS, MARGARET CHERNISKEY, ANNE Page 28 1925 'Tr—IE F L E C T OR JOHNSTON, JOHN J. LUCA. VICTORIA M. MAHLE, ELIZABETH L. MARKOWITZ, HILDA H. MARTIN, JOSEPH Jr. MASTROIANNI, TONY MOORE, KATHERINE E. MORACA, ANNA ROSE MUNTEAN, ANDREW NOLAN, CARROLL A. NUGENT, IDA J. PINTAR, WILLIAM T. POLLARD, LUELLA M. PRITCHARD, MARGARET E. SMITH. GEORGE WM. STAHL, BENJAMIN COMMERCIAL BEHARRY, ANNE CRAIG, AUGUSTA G. CRAIG, NATLELA J. GREENBAUM, ROSE E. KLEIN, BEULAH KOZAR, MOLLIE JANE MILLER, MILDRED R. i CHICCARINO, JOHN COUSINTINE, LOUISE GAGLIARDO, WM. GUFFEY, CHARLES R. HETRA, ANNA HITCHINGS, ALYCE JAMISON, JEANNE H. LIENBERGER, MILDRED GENERAL MONACO, IDA M. MOSES, JOSEPH H. REESE, MARGARET E. SARCINELLA, JOHN SCHMIDT, JOHN SKUSE, MYRTLE UBER, HOWARD WELLER, MARGARET P, 1925 Page 29 History of the Class of ’25 The sun rose over distant hills on that memorable day of September 4, 1921, with all the beauty, elegance and harmonious arrangement of color schemes of the artist's masterpiece. Nature had generously contributed her share to lure even the reluctant to the balmy zephyrs of the great outdoors. The air was so warm that it was not a matter of complex analysis to see why the ice cream diasppeared with such rapidity and ease. Yet, all this warmth cannot compare with the almost tropical heat, that manifested itself inside the widely known corporation of the Farrell High School. To the amazement of all spectators, everything, instead of being in a quiet and sleepy stage, was in a stage of bustle and conspicious turmoil. Mr. Stillings, the general manager of this concern, was rushing madly here and there as if in search of something of great importance, “What was the cause of this confusion?” Such a question enters the interested minds of all bystanders. Well, I’ll try to explain matters as I know them. The operations of this prosperous establishment runs efficiently only nine months of the year. The workers, whom we commonly call the faculty, awoke to the fact that their tenure of vacationing was suddenly intercepted by the advent of this particular day of which I am speaking and had assembled to fulfill their obligations as per contract. But Alas! The material had not arrived, and what could be done without it. Through necessity, 1 will have to dispense with narration; and let you imagine the terrible agony within the building, for words cannot express it here. We all know through experience, how these industrious instructors hate to loaf or see any one else loafing. So they waited with much anxiety and uneasiness for the arrival of the necessary material to resume operations. Then at 8:45, to the great relief of his overworked constitution, Mr. Stillings was informed that the elementary schools of Farrell and surrounding districts had kindly sent him material to supply his increasing demand for Freshmen. Through customary observance, that rule “Everybody works here,” had become the chief law of this self-centered factory of education students. Mr. Stilling’s command was law. So, being previously informed, the laborers would not have to go through the agony of trying to loaf any longer. All was well until the manager became aware of the incorrigibility of these newcomers. Horrors! He had to look twice to confirm his scattered senses that it was neither an Irish delegation that had arrived nor was he carried to some distant cool green meadow. It was through much mental calculation and analysis that he came to realize this vast multitude was just the newly arrived Freshmen, There was only one outlet to the solution of the complexities which this congregation had involved. This was to accept them and put them through a special process of tanning to effect the equal polish on this green material as was performed upon their previous output of finished products. This green stock was none but this exceptional class of mental prowess and ability, the class of ’25. We are all assembled in the auditorium and were tagged (although now, being more acquainted with high school etiquette, we Page 30 1925 REFLECTOR know we were only given our schedules) and shipped to our respective rooms. It was there that we were started through the different processes necessary to make us the finished product. Under the grinding and drilling of our freshman teachers, we were provided with the extreme means of absorbing mathematics, English, General Science and some more of the arts that we reluctantly or rather complainingly accepted. The green soon became less evident in our ranks and reached its almost minimum stage; when on May 29, 1922, due to the harassed capability, the workmen were compelled to close the shop for the season. This was much to our dislike for we had learned to enjoy those moments of watching the teachers exert themselves to the utmost. The summer quickly passed and it was not long before the corporation again beckoned our fatigued abilities to its attractive portals of learning. We assumed an air of superficial dignity for we intended to keep our lofty superiority over our inferiors. We were now sophomores. We were all prepared for the grind to which our beloved faculty put us through. We were so absorbed in our work that we were content to stage only one social occasion. In spite of all this rigid drilling, there was still a vague shade of green running here and there among our numbers. These tints of inherent foolishness were entirely covered with the stronger shades of mental achievement in the process of perfection during our sophomore and junior years. Thus three years had elapsed since Mr. Stillings first saw us. Some of our numbers dropped out of the contest, while others dragged along the steep incline ahd fell under the influence of exhaustion. But, the majority still clung to the thread of integrity and inclination. These took their places at the lofty summit of successful achievement as energetic seniors. Not a speck of green was to be seen even if you used a microscope. Now under the expert hands of the workmen and the habitual grinding influence of English, Physics and P. 0. D.; we were given our final polish and made the finished product. We are classed among the most perfect specimens that this institution has yet produced. The faculty being none the worse for the time and energy that they had so earnestly liberated, except for a few members that could not sustain this oppressive strain of trying to master our gay crowd. We have a feeling of gratitude for these and all others that aided in any way in turning out such brilliant stars in the class of ’25. I still have not definitely told you what this corporation makes. Can you guess? No, not stacomb or compacts, either one. Something greater than even these, for it produces high minded students. These students are able, by using the elements of education as a secure foundation, to enter upon the path of life and make something of themselves. They meet the battles of life and fight fair and square to uphold the honor, dignity and the principle of our Alma Mater forever. Luella M. Pollard. '25. 1925 Page 31 'I—li REFLECTOR Beat Sharon When the grotesque, haunting spectre Of Fate turns up against you; When the stain of some defeat Mars all credit due you; When you take the longest route; When you’re all in, down and out; Let your spirit grasp again. The echo of that glad refrain. Beat Sharon! When you’re blindly groping, fighting, In the dust of battle’s dim; When supporters have all left you. Because you failed to win; When you can’t at any cost; When you’re off form, almost lost; Take that motto for your guide. The words that we all hailed with pride. Beat Sharon! Though they beat us, we’ve got spirit That will help to pull us through; We’re just waiting for the moment. To give them our review; We have got the better team, And our defeats only seem To incite that growing spirit, It is now hailed can’t you hear it? Beat Sharon! Just a moment, and a victory Over Sharon, nice and neat; Just a moment and our rivals Will acknowledge true defeat; And the laurels on the wing Of fleet footed Victory bring, The spirit that will never die; Our greatest hopes in honor lie. Beat Sharon! A. B. Jr. ’25. Senior Class Prophesy It was a bright May morning when the chirping notes of the woodfolk welcome you as you resume the daily routine after a sound night’s rest. The fragrance of flowers entrance you with their sweet perfumes. How happy I was that morning in the land of the golden west. What other state can so proudly be commended The land of sunshine and happiness. as is California. I glanced towards my dresser and there my eyes wandered towards the graduation photograph of my school chum. Rose Morocco. That smile on her face still thrilled me with joy. Years had passed since we were graduated from our Alma Mater. Farrell 1 ligh School, and 1 had not heard from her for a long time. Mildred Dondero. my accompanist, and I had planned a tour and we were now busy with the arduous task of packing our belongings. We seemed to be all alone in that land of promise where oranges grow, but our expectations were soon to be gratified with the surprise of a life time. After a rather preoccupied breakfast we motored towards the city of film production, Hollywood. We stopped at the world famed producers of pictures. The Ackerman and Berkowitz studios. Our old chums Walter and Harry had become directors. During our short excursion over the premises, our anxiety distinguished Margaret Johns and Margaret Weller among a group of dancers who were rehearsing their parts. Their brilliant career had placed them in the foreground of stage history. This was more than good news, it was a case of direct contact with members of our old class, now probably forgotten forever. | After dinner, we felt the lure of the baseball mania. Of course we had to witness the hard fought game between the Lions and the “Tigers.” An enthusiastic fan captivated our attention for a long period of the game. There were some features of familiarity, else why would our glances be so restricted to this rather exultant individual. She (for it was a lady) was raving wildly and throwing her arms frantically about. Mildred and I yelled out in almost the same breath, Anna Chernisky!” These words seemed to console her over-joyous senses, although she seemed to be very happy. She remarked that John and Ins team were the estern League Champs. hy should nt she be proud? Presently her John came up to her. it was Sareinella. W e hardly could visualize his athletic prowess disguised in a baseball uniform. I happened to notice a silver band around her fourth finger (counting the thumb). On her left hand too! I knew enough now. While Anna was thus expostulating in her garrulous mood. Charles Guffey, the manager of John's team the 'Tigers” came up. We could recognise him anywhere. The following morning. Sunday, we left our home on Beverly Hills, not to return soon On our stroll for the last time around the familiar haunts, we passed the United Brethern Church. The voices of the choir issued forth in a most exasperating manner, like the frog chorus, each frog trying to outdo its neighbor. bill hoard disclosed the fact that W arren Thompson officiated in the capacity ©f minister of this religious convent. W e lef t promptly at 11 o'clock. My recollections of those happy days in F. H. Sc. soon brought my nervous system on the verge of collapse. 1 longed infunouslv to meet members of that dsss. During our motor trip to Salt Lake 1925 Page 33 City, scarcely a word was exchanged between me and my loyal aspirant and companion. We arrived at our destination about two hours ere preceedings for the concert would occupy our capabilities to the utmost. In order to spend the time leisurely we planned a promenade about the well known city. Our peregrination brought us in sight of a large manufacturing concern. Standing in the doorway of the office entrance, we saw Joe Chervinko. He expressed his joy and surprise to see us in such a time and place. He concluded by informing us that he was manager of the electrical department. This position surely suited his abilities. After the concert, we were confronted by a graceful form upon our exit from the house. She seemed to be waiting for someone. Her eager smile led us to curiously study her with scrutinizing glances, until we could no longer restrain our alien indifference. Yes, it was Twila Cochran. We were more than glad to see her. While we were at the height of our interesting talk a big limousine drew up and she stepped in. We couldn't discern the features of the driver to really confirm our varied opinions as to who her husband was. But. without a doubt, it was he. I felt very sorry because we couldn’t converse for a longer period. This concluded our brief stay in Salt Lake City. We were next scheduled at Kansas City, but. due to some engine trouble, we stopped at an unimportant place in Colorado. We had to wait until a service car arrived before we could continue. Having four vagrant hours before us, Mildred and I decided upon another amble only because curiosity beckoned our eager senses. We soon came in sight of a ranch where we were confronted by a group of young ladies. Two of them came to meet us. We soon recognized them as Florence Arkwright and Gladys Griffith. They informed us of their experiment in social relationship typifying after the poets of Brook Farm, but of course they weren’t going to write poetry but some useful work. Their roster was exceedingly large. It included some of the most distinguished characters of the class of ’25. The following were some of the competent eligibles: Margaret Pritchard, Ida Nugent, Margaret Reese, Mildred Lienberger, Katherine Moore, Anne Beharry, Mildred Miller, Jennet Burns, Mollie Kozar, Hilda Markovitz, the president and Mary Carine, the manager. At Kansas City, we came in contact with Emma Bobby. She told us that she was happy and contented; her husband (she never mentioned his name. How strange), was an Algebra teacher. They passed away the fleeting moments at a snug country cottage. She surprised us by announcing their trip abroad for a change of climate. We wished her all the happiness and luck in the world. While there, we chanced to pass by the High School of that town. Here we heard strains of almost perfect vocal execution. Upon inquiry, wc found William Gagliardo the possessor of such musical prowess. He was the musical instructor there and doing well. Following a conversation with the fast rising “Caruso,” we learned of Alyce Hitchings’ success as piano directress of a prominent symphony orchestra. The next halt on our route, found us in the “smoky city,” Pittsburgh. Being so near the coveted scene of our school days, we were obliged to deviate slightly from our regular course, in order that we might happen on Farrell. Drastic changes were evident in the old home town. It was now the arrogant City of Farrell. But, much to our chagrin, we did not happen upon a large Page 34 1925 FLECTOR number of chums. We saw Elizabeth Mahle strolling down the modern Haywood St., with a young man at her side. She introduced us to her husband, but I can’t just now recall his name. Proceeding along, we met Anna Hetra. We learned of her capacity in officiating as teacher in the Columbus University. We had to hurry to get the 4:17 train to Pittsburgh, for our concert took place that night at the Syria Mosque. The following day, Mildred and I visited the K. D. K. A. Broadcasting station. There we met Carrol Nolan. He was an English intsructor at Penn. He was broadcasting on, “The Value of a College Education.” Carrol’s companion, Andrew Muntean was there, but he did little broadcasting. It was here also that we happened on Luella Pollard, who was the activity instructor at the Central High School. She also had mounted the steep incline to literary fame and was now, one of the foremost of popular writers. The next day found us in New York. To relieve our strained nerves we attended a soothing means of excitation by taking in the evening to see the ‘Primrose Patt. The “Bachlors Orchestra,” furnished the music, and who should be director but John Colecchi. Who could picture him a bachelor? I didn’t have to do it long as you will see. We enjoyed ourselves immensely that evening, that is, Mildred and I. The next day Mildred announced that she was engaged. I could scarcely believe it until she showed me the ring, the one John Colecchi had bought her. That same day they were married in the little church around the corner. Due to this added responsibility, Mildred said that she would only accompany me to Paris. I was relieved. That night our trio” took in the Metropolitan Opera House. Tony Mastrohi was the comical universal. He had a larger smile than Charlie Chaplin. Who wouldn’t with such an enormous salary. We also met Benjamin Stahl, a dreary looking individual. In his youth he had a terrible time losing the girls, now, he had a terrible time getting them. He was director of the follies and not even married. Before we began our pilgrimage abroad, I insisted on a last look at the Park. John took us in his low built roadster. We came upon a large mansion. Down the steps strolled a lady, who was assisted into a waiting limousine by her husband. Upon closer observance, the lady appeared to be Mary Freebie and the husband Elias Gojdiss. Mary’s dream was realized; she married a rich broker. Coming back via Broadway, we passed the colossal Woolworth Building. Two ladies were seen entering. They were Rose Greenbaum and Beulah Klein. I recalled that they were proficient stenographers. The next day we sailed for England on the Leviathan. Mildred was afraid that it would sink so it took all that John could do to comfort her. It seemed that 1 was unacquainted with a steamer of such a size, so I decided to explore on the deck. My attentions were attracted to a singular individual gazing intently at the sky, mumbling virtuously to himself and occasionally jotting down a word or two in a note book that he had on hand. I regarded his strange actions for more than an hour. I walked nearer and yet my light footfall did not disturb the rapturously enveloped mind of the stranger. I was eager to make his acquaintance, so to attract his attention, 1 burst into a violent passion of sneezing, quick as a wink 1925 Page 35 F L E C T OR he turned about as one who has been unjustly interrupted. Of all things! It was Anton Bauer. He appeared strangely modest and refused to impart his newly acquired success. Oh, for a repetition of that night’s experience. Enjoying, alone the balmy ocean currents neath the opaque silvery rapture of the high hung moon. I heard of his success as a poet. After our prolonged conversation for the night was long, I learned that he was bound for London to paint portraits of the gallant aristocracy. Following our first concert, upon our landing, some English ladies gave a reception in our honor. John Colecchi was also included All the people to whom we were introduced were total strangers to us. At last a comely, tall gentleman made our acquaintance. Yes, it was John Johnston. This was indeed a pleasure to learn that John had entered the diplomatic service, and more so, because it was John’s greatest ambition realized. We saw more of London in two days, than we thought we would We entered a restaurant to appease natures call for edibles. The owners of this simple, yet neat, restaurant were Nathela and Augusta Craig. As we were about finished a smart looking couple entered. They were Mr. and Mrs. Chiccarino. Mrs. Chiccarino nee Josephine Day. We learned that they were touring the foreign countries. After our last mutual concert in Paris, before Mildred and I parted, we entered a dress shoppe to keep pace with the styles of gay “Paree”. We met Louise Consintene and Ida Monaca. They were the owners of this establishment and were making a prosperous business. While we were strolling about we met a few young men coming towards us. I recognized Joe Martin and Joe Moses. The others that constituted the group were, John Schmidt, and George Smith. I learned that they were making a tour of the world. I’ll bet they were certainly enjoying themselves. After Mildred and John had taken their leave of me, I got ----- for my accompanist. I then went to Monte Carlo, where I met my school chum, Rose Morocco. She was accompanied by a man. He was introduced to me as her husband; his name was Menlin - - - , I can’t recall the last name. They were honeymooning. That evening I went to my hotel, where the high class society often convened. It was there that I met Howard Uber on the dance floor. He was a marvel and enjoying himself to his heart’s content. I retired that night, but could not sleep. The reminiscences of my journey cast bright reflections upon my calmed senses. The moonlight entered the large window and soon faded with the advent of dawn, yet sleep had not come over me to soothe my weary mind, because I did not want to forget the prospects of the Class of ’25. Victoria Luca '25. Page 36 - 1925 ri REFLECTOR Elegy Written In a Country Schoolyard (With apologies to Gray) The school bell tolls its knell at 4 P. M. The jabbering boys wind playing o’er the lea, The weary teacher homeward bound plods after them. And leaves the school to twlight and to me. And now the voices cease their weary drone. And all the air a hushed quiet holds, Save where the bullfrog thumps his stringing tone, And cowbells tinkling melody unfolds. From that yon weird, high, towering mossy oak The timid squirrels their challenge loudly bark, In language plain as ever any mortal spoke. There scolding at the coming of the dark. Beneath those swaying ferns, the walnut’s shade, There rests the turf in many unkempt heaps. On sloping mounds, by careful efforts made, The hobo, in the summer, weary, sleeps. Let no trespasser hail the hobo’s sleep He snores to drown the sad cares of this world. His heavy slumbers are as sweet and just as deep, . As are those on whom work was ne’er unfurled. The virtuous trend, reward for honest toil, And all that fame can ever offer life; Assist each other to possess him with turmoil. The hobo sleeps, nor feels of worldly strife. Full many dormant genii of mind This unassuming world does learn to bear, And many a noble tramp is hidden from mankind Because he does not chance to become heir. H. Berkowitz, ’25. 1925 Page 87 Senior's Declaration of Independence When, in the course of High School events, it becomes compulsory for a class of intelligent Seniors to graduate from the educational institution, which has efficiently and conscientiously trained them for the future complex responsibilities of life, and to achieve, among all law-abiding citizens, the respect and honor which their education has entitled them too, it, in our earnest opinion, becomes vitally necessary that they should declare to the world their indebtedness to their beloved instructors and their causes of separation from this noble High School. We hold these facts to be self-evident: that the graduating class of '25 are highly cultured and efficiently educated: that they are sincerely grateful for all the fortunate benefits that have been thankfully bestowed upon them; that they fully realize their newly-acquired responsibilities; and that the amount of knowledge which they have gleaned from this High School is calculated to bestow upon them the numerous advantages of an essential enterprise in life. The history of our career as a class is a history of repeated progress, victories and achievements, all having as their primary object the establishment of complete independence for each and every individual member of the class. To prove this to a candid world, let us submit the factors that have so judiciously molded our characters in Farrell High School. Owing to the untiring efforts of the Farrell School Board, we, as a class, have had the privelege of attending one of the largest and most modern high schools in this section of the state. We have been supplied with the best school equipment and text books of worth that could possibly be bought. Very able instructors have been engaged to import their wisdom and experience along all the essential lines of educational activities. These have patiently endeavored to instill into the minds of those placed in their charge the games of practical thought and learning that would capably fit them for individual contact with the outside world. The services of a kind and considerate school board, and an intelligent Superintendent and Principal have greatly benefited this class. We have been given the use of the Farrell High School library, which with its large variety of reading matter, has been an important factor in broadening our minds. Valuable educational training has been accorded us through the maintenance of literary societies that have been sponsored by the faculty. Many students, in the process of mind development, too often neglect the proper care of their bodies. But this was fortunately not the case in our High School, because the benefits derived from the required courses in physical training were extended to every individual student, and were supervised by capable and efficient instructors. The athletic teams, also a factor in our education, have taught us the essence of good sportsmanship and fair play. Page 38 1925 'Khie: F L E C T Great care has been taken in the proper arrangement of the school curriculum that such branches that would entail the greatest advantage to the greatest number should be most diligently studied. Thus the course of study and the plan of its pursuit are all that they should be in a well-regulated institution. We wish to acknowledge our deep debt of gratitude to this time-honored institution, which has so willingly lavished upon us its many desirable advantages, and we feel justly proud in having the privilege and honor to graduate from and be associated in any way with the Farrell High School. We, therefore, the class of ’25 of Farrell High School now, ably prepared to continue our education in any business or profession, do honorably recognize our great debt to this High School, and we do hereby resolve that the only proper way to show our gratitude is to utilize our accumulated knowledge in becoming loyal, useful citizens of our community and our country, and in doing for the future generation all that was done for us. We hereby declare ourselves to be free from all school regulations, that we may have the full power to do anything which independent men and women may of right do. And for the support of this declaration and our beloved Farrell High School, we mutually pledge to each other and to the world, our lives, our fortunes and our sacred honors. H. Berkowitz, ’25. W. Ackerman, ’25. 1925 Page 39 Junior Class Officers President PAUL SMITH Vice-President JAMES SCARDINA Secretary......... ANITA ROSENBERG Treasurer.......................................................... MISS MAY Junior Class Roll Abraham, Edith Ackerman, Florence Banish, George Berger, Clara Besevich, Nick Bianco, Rose Bleier, Edward Bobby, Albert Bogdan, George Bryan, Luther Burprich, Freda Cantelupe, Margaret Carine, James Carine, Joe Carroll, Charles Cervenak, Albert Chesmar, Peter Crivello, Marie Cveich, Olga Chrobak, Helen Danessa, Mary Davis, Mary Davis, Ruth Dresch, Ralph Duncan, Victor Edwards, Theodore Eisele, Helen Epstein, Walter Evans, Margaret Frankovitch, Frank Garfunkle, Helen Geletko, Joe Godjics, Elias Grande, Frank Gottschalk, Glenn Gray, Ermice Griffiths, Alice Gunesch, Mary Hays, Hazel Henderson, George Henning, Margaret Housman, Harry Hunter, David Husband, Gwen James, Leo Kabakov, Sam Kerr, Charles Kerr, Mae Belle Klein, Johanna Kozmar, Charles Lacy, Irene THE JUNIOR CLASS Landsdowne, Helen Lawrence, Eben Lewis, Myrtle Luckey, Anna Mack, Margaret Mackey, John Mambucca, Tressa Martino, Joe McCallen, Margaret Meizlich, Bernard Milankovich, Mike Miller, Robert Murdoch Miller, Robert Ward Morar, Elizabeth Moriniere, Harriet Moskovitz, Paul Myers, Allen Newman, Ethel Newton, Stanley Nusbaum, Anna Ordish, William Pascone, Alice Pilch, Helen Pintar, Frank Prosser, Ruth Rakoci, Mary Ranallo, Guy Rosenberg, Anita Rosenblum, Myrtle Ruby, Anna Ruffo, Elizabeth Russo, Albert Russo, Dominic Sabo, Edmond Sarcinella, Mildred Satlos, Paul Scardina, James Schell, Grace Schlesinger, Helen Schonberger, Edward Shaffer, Margaret Shields, Josephine Short, Edna Smith. Grace Smith, Paul Smith, Robert Somogyi, Joe Songer, Francis Spisak, Catherine Stewart, Hazel Stillstrom, Margaret Strizzi, John Thompson, Viola Tolatzko, Sarah Torma, John Tortoreti, Madeline Tortoreti, Pauline Turchan, Mike Wanic, Joe Wiley, Gladys Zoldan, Bennie Zoldan, Freda Junior Class History What a change has appeared on the minds and in the faces of the pupils of the class of ’26 since the days that they entered Farrell High School. How much wiser and more learned they have become. They are timid no more as when they were Freshmen, nor are they as eager as when they were Sophomores. Although outwardly, sometimes, they show a feeling of carefreeness and carelessness; inwardly they realize it is time they made use of their teachings at school. They have come to the point where they can act no more as little children. They must think of bigger things. Things of morally higher consequences. Things that will help them overcome all hazardous obstacles of life. No one but a High School Junior can tell what is in the mind of a High School Junior. Whatever they do wrong they do unconsciously, regardless of the consequences. Yet too much good cannot be said for these Juniors, for they also have their weak points. For one thing, they are very hard to manage and this alone is one of the worst and most troublesome characteristics of a Junior. This one incorrigibility is the undoing of many of our Juniors. They will not stop to realize that an opinion made of them at school will last all through their lives. So let me say this to all Juniors. Make up your minds to become more docile and manageable while you are within the bounds of school life. Give the teachers an opportunity to see what you really are made of, and show them that you can hold your head as high as the rest of the classes. You have it in you. I, who am a Junior also will vouch for you to the last, for I know you are not bad at heart, and you can do many things that will help this High School advance far ahead of the rest. Let us get together and prove to the world that Farrell High School can boast of a wonderful class of Juniors. Page U2 1925 i—i] FLECTOR 'JS ___ Let us now change the subject, and see what the class of 26 has to say as to their past High School days. Here it begins. On September of the year 1922, the first day of school, we the Juniors of 1925 received our first experience as Freshmen. We were expectant and eager, slightly frightened but thrilled at the bright thought of being Freshmen of the Farrell High School. We thought it was going to be wonderful, but alas! the first three days proved to be days of the most unenduring torture for us in trying to keep from getting a hair cut. But, in the end most of us felt the dreadful clippers and for once in a long time received a thorough airing of our heads. But after this event blew over, we became acquainted with our surroundings and began to do the work like the rest. Another outstanding event of that year was a big Hallowe’en party given in the old gymnasium. The rest of the year was filled in with studies, basketball and football, excepting the picnic which was given to the Sophomores at the end of the year. This year will remain longest in our minds for it was our first year in High School. After a three months vacation, we found ourselves again back at the doors of the High School. We entered as Sophomores then. Experienced Sophomores. It was different. We did not have to fear getting our hair cut. Instead, we took sweet revenge on the new Freshmen and cut and kept cutting their hair until we could not cut any more. It was thrilling to see the shiny heads and the stray tufts of hair in and outside of the High School. Later we had another Hallowe’en party and at the end of this year the Freshmen gave us a picnic. We enjoyed it immensly. We worked hard that year in our school work. Most of us excepting a few shirkers passe.d into the third stage of our High School career. We now take the name and title of Juniors. In September, 1924, we again passed through our High School doors to resume our school work. We are still working this year out. We are older in ideas and thoughts, and are experienced in the lines of High School work. For this reason, it is up to us to set a good example for the Freshmen and Sophomores; and teach them what they do not know. We have had our third High School Hallowe'en party, and it proved as successful as the parties of the preceding two years. The months between November and February were taken up by our studies, football games and basketball games. In basketball so far we have beaten every team in the valley except Sharon. We hope that as a whole the two years and seven months of school have proven a success. We have done what we could and we hope we have proven to be a good, model class for the classes which are to follow. And last, but not least, we wish to thank all the teachers of the Farrell High School who have taken a part in our advancement, and we hope that their teachings and trouble have not been given in vain. Our history ends here but we expect no bad feelings from the reader. What is done is done. Frank Grande ’26. 1925 Page 43 FLECTOR Sophomore Class Roll ADDIS, LINDSEY ADLER, MARY ALESKA, ANNA AMICO, SAM ANTOL, MARGARET APPLEBAUM, SIDNEY ARMOUR, INEZ ARMSTRONG. BETTY BERKOVITZ, ISADORE BERNARD, MARTHA BERNARD. WALTER BISTRITZ. VINCENT BONEKOVIC, FRANK BOYER, LOVENIA BROWN. AGNES BUCZO, COLEMAN BURNS. KEVIN CANTELUPE, WILLIAM CARPINSKY, CAROLINE CARUSO, ELVIRA COUSINTINE, JOSEPHINE CURRIE, WILLIAM DAUGHERTY. LELAND DAVIS, GEORGIA DEMARIA, ALBERT DISILVIO, MADELINE DISILVIO, THOMAS DONDERO, HELEN DUFALA, JOE DVORYAK, ANNA EBERT, ESTHER EBERT, LOIS EDWARDS, GEORGE EDWARDS, PEARL EISENBERG, SAM ELLES, JOE EVANS, MARY FLEET, EDNA FORTE, MATILDA FRANK, JOE GELFAND, BENNIE GOGDICS, JOHN GRACENIN, BRONCO GREGA, ANDREW GREEN, DOROTHY GREEN.FRANK GRIFFITHS, MARGARET GUI ST, MARY HANEY, IRENE HARDESTY, GWEN HAVRILLA, CARL HAYNICK, JOHN HEAGNEY, GENEVIEVE HEPLER, LOUIS HETRA, SUZANNE HILKIRK, ALBERT 1925 Page U5 FLECTORj HINKSON. MARY HLASS. JOHN HOFFMAN. JOHN HOROVITZ. RUTH HRICIK, MIKE HUNTER, ROBERTA KIRSCHENBAUM. BEN KLAMER. MIKE KLOTZ, JOHN KONIK, SOPHIA KOZAR, VERA LACAMERA, JOHN LOW, JOHN LUCAS, MICHAEL MACHUGA, BERTHA MACK, CATHERINE MACKEY. GEORGE MAGNOTTO, SAM MAGNOTTO. LEONARD MAMMARELLA, ANNA MARKOVITZ, JOE MARKS, JOE MAROSEVICH, EVA MATINI, MARGARET MASTRAIN, ANGELO MASTRAIN, JOE MATTA, JOHN MAXWELL, RAY McFARLIN. HARRY MEIZLICH, CECILE MILAKOVICH, MARY MILLER. ELIZABETH MISINAY, ANNA MOROCCO, DOMINIC MORRIS. MILDRED MOSTROG, VIOLA MUNRO, MARGARET NEWMAN, FREDA NEWTON. GUY NICOLOFF, NICK NUGENT, CALVIN NUSBAUM, PEARL OSTROWSKY. MARJAN PANNUTO, STELLA PAPAY, MIKE PATTON, CLARISSA PESKY. NICHOLAS PETRAS, EDWARD PHILLIPS, ALBERT POLLOCK, JOE PUSTINGER, ALEXANDER ROBINSON, JOE ROMAN, PETE ROSENBLUM, PAULINE SABO, ROBERT SARCINELLA, FRANK SCHELL. MILDRED SCHERMER. BELLE SCHONBERGER, SAM SCHUSTER, KATHERINE SCHWARTZ, MARGARET SCOWDEN, MILDRED SEAMAN, ALBERT SETTLE, RALPH SEVICH, JOE SHAFFER, GAIL SHILLING. MARION SIMKO, PAUL SMEEN, MILDRED SMEGAL, TRESSA SPARKS, JAMES SPISAK, HELEN STITT, MILDRED STONE. JOSEPH SWEENY, WILLIAM SZABO, ELIZABETH TENNANT, GLADYS THOMAS, ANDREW THOMAS, CLARA THOMPSON, ROBERT THOMPSON, WILLIAM TOMICH, MARCO TOPERZER, MATILDA TORTORETI, MARGARET UHALYEI, MIKE USNARSKI, STANLEY VALETICH, CATHERINE WACHTER, EMMA WHALEN. FRANK WHITE, EVA WINTERS, THELMA WOODFOLK, EVANGELINE WOODSIDE. WILLIAM WHITE. WILLIAM ZAPOTOCZKY. CONSTANTINE ZOLDAN, FANNIE ZOLNER. STANLEY Page U6 1925 FLECTOR 4 Sophomore Class History The present sophomore entered Farrell High School last year with a bang. The featuring show for the first week was the initiation of the boys by clipping their hair. This, however, was soon over but not forgotten. A Hallowe’en Party was given and a nice time was had by all present. There were few interesting events, after this, until the Freshmen-Sophomore picnic; which was not a very successful one, because of the showers; even though all present made the best of it. These completed the “Green Year” as the Freshmen year is called. Tl?e next season the pupils entered as Honorable Sophomores as they considered themselves. Thus being given the right to initiate the Freshmen. This year did not seem very eventful, the main attraction being, the Class Basketball Tournaments in which the Sophomores, both boys and girls, carried off honors. The Sopho-Freshmen picnics ended our social festivities for the year. Now we are ready to accept the challenge, and strike the gauntlet of education till it again beckons us under its protecting wings. So we are looking with anticipation, when we too will leave our Alma Mater to face the problems of life and make successes of ourselves. Lois Ebert ’27. 1925 Page U7 Freshman Class Roll ABRAMS, PAULINE ARMSTRONG, MARGARET AUSTIN. ROSABELLE BADALATO, ROCCO BECHTOLD, THOMAS BICEK, ANTON BILLIONER, CARL BISHOP. CECILIA BLAZOVITCH. JOSEPHINE BLAZOVITCH, MARGARET BOBBY, ETHEL BROWN, IDA MAE BURGOON, MARY BURPRICH, ANDY COLLECHI, MARY COZAN, SAM CHRISTMAN. NELLE CHROBAK. CESLAVIA DANESSA. SUSIE DAVIS. GERALDINE DELOSSO, JOSEPHINE DIGAN, ELIZABETH DISILVOI, ERMILINDA EVANS. MORGAN FISHER, ELMA FLAHERTY, NORBERT FLEET, ELVA FLYNN, CLARE FRANKOVITCH, STEVE GADLE, JOE GARFUNKLE, HILDA GARFUNKLE. GEORGE GAYDOSH, MAGDALENE GELETKA, MARY GELETKA. STEVE GHIRARDI, OSCAR GRANDE. ANGELO GRANDE. SAM GREEN. RAYMOND GUNESCH, WILLIAM HAYNICK. ANNA HEIGES, WALLACE HENNING. EDWARD HENNING, GEORGE HILINSKY. TONY HITCHINGS, EDITH HOCKETT, HELEN HOFFMAN. CARL HOGUE. EDITH JAUSSEN. EMILE JUBAK. MARGARET JULA, ANNA KENIG, JOHN KING. ROBERTA KORPA, GEORGE KRANTZ, HELEN LAZOR. MARGARET LEINBERGER. LILLIAN THE FRESHMAN CLASS 1925 Page U9 LEUNIS, GEORGE LISCIO, MARTIN LLEWWLLYN, DELMAS LOR I A, ANTONIO LURIE, HARVEY LURTZ, MARTIN MARSHALL, POWERS MARSILLO, PATSY MARTIN. ESTHER MASON, BESSIE MASON, SARAH MEYERS. MARTHA MILLER, JOSEPH MILLER, STEVE MIXER. GRACE MODER, ANNA MODER, PAULINE MOOZEK, VICTOR MORROCCO, FLORENCE MUNTEAN, JOHN NATHAN, WILLIE NOVICAL, ANNA PALKO, MARIE PETTI NATO, JOHN PETTI NATO, MARY PILCH, MARIE PUGH, EDITH RAINEY, NELLIE REESE. CATHERINE REESE, HAROLD REESE. HARRY RITCHIE, SUSIE RODITCH, MILDRED ROSENBERG, EDWARD ROTH, HANNAH ROTH. HENRY ROUX, LEONARD SALANTI, ANNA SATLOS, MARY SEAMAN. ANNA SCHUNN, ELIZABETH SCHWELLING, MARGARET SHENKER, CARL SHIELDS. LAWRENCE SHORT, ADA SIMKO, MARY SKIRTIC, ANNA SMILEY, OLIVE SMITH, MARGARET SOMOGYI, SOPHIA SONCER. PRISCILLA SQUATRITO, ANTHONY STEFANICK. SOPHIA STURDY, HARRIET SULLIVAN. FORENCE SUMNER, MARY TARAN. SAM TARLEY. MIKE TIELHET, GEORGE TOMINOVICH, JOE ULICA. JOSEPH WALIGA, JOHN WARD, BEATRICE WATTERS, JAMES WIESEN, ELIZABETH WIESEN, HELENA WHITE. JOSEPH WHITE, LOUISE WILL. ELIZABETH WILLIAMS. MARGARET WILLIAMS, ROBERT WINKLER, SAM WINSLOW. IDA YANKOVITCH, VERA ZEIGLER, RHEA ZIMMERMAN, JAMES ZOLTON, AARON ZOLTON, DAVID Freshman Class History Almost all of the Freshmen were up at 7:00 o’clock on the first day of school, and what a day is was. Everybody in a hurry, excited and wondering who their teachers were going to be; hoping they wouldn’t get Miss or Mr. So and So; and wishing they would get that teacher, because she was always so nice or he was so pleasant. At last we all heard the same old melody echoing from its tower. Time for school once again. Page 50 1925 REFLECTOR Oh! What a feeling we had and were so nervous, we didn't know what room to go to and imagine that every single upper class mate was having lots of fun watching us. We were not so bad though for quite a few Sophomores were bewildered more than the poor New Freshies. At last everyone was seated in his report room, and almost ready to begin his nine months of real work. While reading our schedules and doing our share of talking (which by right we had or should have had the privilege). Mr. Stillings brought a couple of strangers and a few desks in. Then we are as quiet as mice; and we are settled. That was the first day of school, you must remember, but oh, the sight, the second and third days to see the dancing floors and looking glasses (the boys heads). It’s a wonder they haven’t thought of any thing to initiate the girls, but most of them have such beautiful hair, they dare not touch it. Day in and day out, we trod our way to school, until time has skipped its way and waited on no man. The second semester was about to begin, every person in the High School including Sophomores, Juniors and Seniors in the Washington Building were worrying about the semester tests. Buck up, Freshmen. Once again we find ourselves in the muddle, as the second semester had begun. Some Freshies losing their schedules and giving Mr. Stillings and Mr. Eddy a lot of bother. We suppose Mr. Stillings wished we were either first graders or had passed through the Freshmen year. But leave it to the Freshies they are all right. As it is customary, through past observances, we were hosts to the annual Sophomore-Freshmen picnic. Virtually, the day was spent in the best of spirits as the eager school boys and girls romped about in the gayest of frolic. School was over and with it, our honorary apellation “Greenies.” It’s fun to be a Freshman but to attain a higher position is yet more distinguishing, and this is our aim. We’re proud, we’re Freshies. Everyone has to bear under the circumstances at one time or another. E. Hitchings, ’28. 19 2 a Page 51 'T-’ I--1 WREFLECTOR The Eighth Grade History of The Class of ’29 The first day of school dawned, and with it the usual cheerfulness which makes us wish we were outside rather than in school. So reluctantly, we bent our talents to the beckoning portals of the Farrell High School. It was indeed a climax in our school career to be able to attend high school, for it requires years of diligent work to have such an honor bestowed upon an class. So we entered high school like a frightened sheep, but with eager anticipation to make good in fact, best. We were given a hearty welcome as we entered the auditorium, but alas, this was not even the semblence of the routine which we were yet to undergo. We were then escorted to our report rooms and given the opportunity of being able to comprehend, for the first time, the ideals of school etiquette, respect for upper classmen, order, etc. The first day was a continual sequence of prevailing disorder. When the period bell rang the majority, occupied with zealous intimidation, rushed madly about not knowing of their where abouts. And the tempting autumnal atmosphere kept many others in an uproar. But, finally, through well paid experience, we became accustomed to the various impositions upon our humble behalf. The bells were no more a terror, and our daily toil again progressed as the cogwheels in a well oiled machine. Our social calendar was scantily filled. Only one Hallowe'en party was added to its credit. This was a very enjoyable affair pre-occupied with various sorts of amusing incidents. We also took a prominant, if not the leading, part in the Junior High School Play, entitled “Poor Father.” It was indeed a success. With the completion of our first year in high school, we look forward to, with great eagerness, the remaining years of our School sentence. The next year, like all Freshmen should, we hope that we will be able to withstand the effects of the initiation without a murmur; to prove that we are worthy of estimation from the upper classmen; and to show that we will willingly recognize our inferiority to all superiors. Bernice Arkwright. V A PART OF THE EIGHTH GRADE 1925 THE OTHER PART OF THE EIGHTH GRADE Page 5 It 1925 rI--IF= ! FLECTOR Eight Grade Class Roll Adler, Esther Amico, Michael Andrew, William Andruskey, Adam Andrusky, Andy Andrusky, Steve Antol, Irene Arkwright, Bernice Baird, Leonard Banjak, Andrew Basta, Louis Bauer, Peter Belcik, Frank Berg, Elvira Berg, Stina Berkovitz, Lillian Bernard, Lucile Bianco, Geraldine Bleier, Harry Bobby, Edward Bobby, Jennie Bobishj Paul Bogdan, John Branda, Anthony Brown, Elizabeth Burgoon, Dorothy Burok, Ethel Cantelupe, Elizabeth Carbon, Mary Carine, Rose Carrell. Gladys Caruso, Henry Cervenak, John Chiaverini, Renato Christoff, Sophia Chrobak, Wanda Chervinko, Marion Cominiti, Jessie Costello, Ignatz Dangelo, Gabriel Dinaman, Jennie Drake, O’Neil Drew, Mary Elies, Mike Ellis, Wayne Emerick, Daniel Fair, William Fecick, John Fish, Wendell Freebie, Paul Galizia, Louis Gatzy, Joseph Gelfand, Sydney Grande, Felix Grande, Rose Green, Viola Gully, Wilfred Haidrsty, Alfred Harcenchar, Ama Heagney, Dan Helinsky, Ernest Hnida, Andrew Holop, Margaret Housman, Laura Jasinlevitz, Anna Jelletto, Marie Johnson, Henry Kabakov, Barney Kaliney, Josephine Karabencik, Mike Kerchinbaum, Freeda Kerins, Virginia Klamer, Mike Kloos, Kate Kluka, John Kohine, Virginia Kospa, Mike Krauss, Fred Krukar. John Kudray, Margaret Kunich, Joseph Kutnak, Mildred Kustrom, Mary La Camera, Alfred Ladzevich, Nick Latsko, Margaret Lawrence, Blodwen Le Donne, Emma Lee, Emma Lee, Pearl Lenzi, William Lichak, Mary Limper, Joe Logan, Alice L cas, Anna Lucas, Anna Luther, Mary Madura, Mary Malson, Edward Marino, Mary Markich, Manda Markovitz, Frank Matusick, Motheid McCartney, Geo. Weiss, Fred Miller, August Miller, Clyde Miller, Stephen Moore, Juanita Moracco, Susie Morar, John Morocco, John Munro, Catherine Nader, Anes Neshko, Christo Neuman, Max Novakov, George Pannuto, Violet Patron, Beatrice Payok, Steve Penel, Marco Perrine, George Pintar, Anna Prier, Anna Purdie, Alex Purdie, George Radamelovich, Dora Radasevich, Anna Rainey, Lincoln Rockutz, John Rongo, William Root, Eleanor Rosenberg, Joseph Rosenberg, Pearl Rosenberg, Walter Sabo, Zola Sage, George Salanti, Pete Salatino, Joe Salay, Josephine Samarino, Joe Samball, Marie Sarcinella, Angeline Sarcinella, Lucy 1925 Paae 55 FLECTOR Schermer, Mildred Schermer, Morris Schwartz, Morris Sentelik, Anna Serbich, Joseph Server, Bara Sherwood, Joe Simmonds, Herbert Sklader, Anna Smeen, Irma Snyder, Franklin Snyder, Henrietta Soloman, Sidney Sparkes, Rodney Sprano, Rose Stephanchak, Mary Stone, Therresa Strahe, George Sterchansky, Stella Takach, Irene Taylor, Filmore Freeman, Marion Urbanich, Anna Vaglica, Lorence Wachter, William Walker, Christalella Wansack, Helen Washington, Corinne Wasser, Clara Weber, John Weis, Jerome Weiss, Sidney Wetherstein, Mary White, Lillian White, Louis Williams, Chas. Wiley, George Wood, Rita Yazvac, Joseph Zapotoczky, Victoria Zukerman, Myer Zurawsky, George The Schoolboy The schoolboy walks along the streets With thoughts of love; his wild heart beats Its glad refrain to lead him on. All ’round nature is gleaming bright In the early rising morning light; How strange that all will soon be gone. As the school boy passes on in thought, He little knows for what he’s wrought, Except that life is dear. As years roll on, on wheels of time. He faces tasks of different clime. Through which he too must safely steer. Like the brook that flows into the sea. He learns responsibility, And lets the trifles go. He passes into a manhood state. Where his thoughts of love are out of date. And pleasure still are e’en more low. He takes keen zeal in this life’s toil; His visions are, a corpse in the soil, When life should cease. With vigor he takes the reins of life; Contends bravely in this world’s strife— Afterwards—a life of peace. A. B. Jr. '25. Page 56 1925 i'he Seventh Grade History of The Class of '30 The Fall of 1924 found us as first-year students in the Junior High School. Being the first class in the first year of Junior High we have tried to uphold the academic and social activities of our class, in order that, the succeeding classes will follow our trend in making Junior High as active as we are, both scholasticly and socially. Our Hallowe’en party was a complete success, which marked the beginning of our school year functions. The high school faculty was invited and those who were present still remember their cordial reception. We hope that Superintendent Robb, the faculty and the upper classmen are satisfied with our humble efforts as first year students in Junior High. Louise Johnston, ’30. 1925 Page 57 F L E C T OR Class of 1930 Adler, William Aicher, Luther Alcska, Josephine Ambrose, Veronica Amos, Katherine Andrak, Andy Andrews, Mary Andrucowicz, Stanley Bandyak, Andy Banjak, Anna Barabat, Mike Barber, Dominic Barber, Fred Barbour, Paul Bartolon, Mary Bator, Paul Bauman, George Bazilon, Benjamin Bazilon, Jacob Belcik, John Bobby, Albert Bobo, Agnes Bohach, Joseph Bosick, Anna Bracken, Hazel Breene, Ruth Buckich, John Buczo, Anthony Budanka, Mike Berger, Martin Butoryac, Martha Cagno, James Cannone, Michael Capson, Julia Capson, Patsy Carre, Laurentine Carine, Frank Cervenak, Amelia Cervenak, Fred Cheza, Anna Chicarino, Jerry Christman, Estelle Churoveria. Joe Cicora, Paul Cloveska, George Costanza, Tony Crawford, Addie Crivello, Rose Crivello, Tony Cromatic, Virginia D’Amico, Nunzio Day, Emmanuel DeMaria. Edith Dolan, Robert Domingos, Christropher Disko, Anna Dorvoryak, Margaret Effer, Eva Egolf, Eleanor Egercic, Katie Elberty, Harry English, Julia Flaherty, Wade Flynn, Ed. Forte, Albert Fowler, Nan Frigyes, Steve Gargano, William Gatet, Dolores Gatzy, Elizabeth Geletka, Mary Gotch, Anna Gracim, Mary Grande, Mary Grande, Robert Greenberger, Harry Gregorich, Frank Griffith, Philip Gross, Mary Gross, Wilmer Guffey, Dorothy Guist, Catherine Gully, DeLores Gunesch, Martin Guthrie, Clifford Hammond, Wilfred Harenchar, Margaret Haynick, Joseph Hazlett, Leland Hench, Genevieve Henning, Adele Hillman. Elinor Hines, George Hnida, Anna Hnida, Joseph Hood, Anna Hrvinak, John Izzo, Mary Jackson, Flora Jamison, Charles Jesko, John Johnston, Louise Jones, Humphrey Kachick, Mike Kaliney, Agnes Kerins, Charles Klamer, Helen Komlos, Andy Korpa, Helen Koshan, Catherine Kosiorek, Sophie Kozar, Julius Krivach, Lena Kubyako, Anna LaCameri, Catherine LaRusso, Josephine Lazor, Julius Levitt, Thomas Lichvar, Nick Lloyd, Garner Logan, Helen Loria, Frank Lowe, Hazel Lowry, Emmet Lucas, Emlyn Lucas, John Lurtz, William Madura, Andy Madura, Helen Magnotto, Anthony Malsom, Bert Marcella, Conchetta Marenovitch, Mary Martin, Helen Martini, Hilda Martini, Mathilda Matusich, Agnes Maxwell, Dorothy Maxwell, Ralph McBride, Mary McCauley, Agnes McSephery, Elizabeth Meyers, Nathan Miller, Alberta Page 58 1925 'ft- H T— 1 . r-F REFLECTOR A Monteson, Lucy Roseska, Petenella Tontsch, John Morroco, Anacita Rotell, Anna Torma, Carl Morroco, Anna Rotell, Jennie Toskin, Samuel Morocco. Julia Royal, Raymond Trop, Mary Morocco. Mary Rudley, Elizabeth 1 row, hlorence Murcko, Anna Rudley, Helen Troy. Jack Murg, Victoria Ruffo, Fred Turchin, Andy Murrell. Elizabeth Rupert, Antonio Turosky, Mary Muscarella. Minnie Russo, Harriet Turosky, Mike Myers, Morris Russo, Victoria Turzak, Louis Nader, Anesa Sablack. Matt Valetich, Steve Nathan, Moses Sabo, Jack Uranich, Mary Notar, John Sackacs, Anna Victor, Margaret Novakov, David Santell, Carmeline Uranich, Mike Novical, Steve Scanlon, Elsie Wachter, Albert Nusbaum. Gertrude Scardina, Jennie Wachter, Bertha Ondich, John Scardina, Mary Wajtanoski, Josephine Orbien, Sarah Scardina, Rose Waliga, Mary Orendi, Elizabeth Schell, Joseph Wanchock, Ethel Orlander, Nellie Schell, Samuel Wanecek, John Ostrowski, Stella Schermer, Emanuel Watkins, Marjory Pacurar, Victoria Schuster, Jennie Wayne, John Paczak, Anna Scowden, Harold Wazzinski, Stella Paczak, Mary Schaffer, Bruce Weis, Gladys Palmer, Sam Shaffer, Grace Wheeler, Robert Pandza, John Sherwood, Doris Williams, Clarence Paulitz, Floyd Shields, Wilfred Winters, Elmer Pastore, Angeline Simko, Anna Wonner, John Patron, Regina Simmons, David Woodside, Erma Perry, Sam Skertic, Mary Wyatt, Shuman Pesky, Roddy Skubich, Anna Zambelli, Ermina Pintar, Albert Snyder, Stanley Zambelli, Orsula Pinti, Frank Songer, Mike Zangari, Sara Polangin, Fred Sova, Catherine Zapotoscky, Elizabeth Pollock, Helen Sparano, Vincent Zappa, Felix Popadak, Andy Speizer, Helen Zipay, George Poranda, Michael Stahl, Eva Yamberk, Bertha Province, Vincent Stahl, Herman Yersky, Louis Purdie, Evelyn Staul, John Yonak, Mike Rachiff, Mary Strizzi, Filomena Rakoci, Anna Sumner, Fannie Reinnerth, Tillie Taliano, Carmela Reo. Joseph Tatasceo, Victor Robinson, Geraldine Tennant, Grace Robinson, Monzella Terry, Dorothy Rodgers, Edward I heiss, Minnie Rogan, Steve Thomas, Alton Rogozan, George Thomas, Clarence Rogueplot, Isly Thomas, Harry Rosenberg, Jacob Thomas, Ruth Rosenberg, Rose Thomas, William Rosenblum, Janice Toliver, Fred I SEVENTH GRADE 1925 Page 59 Page 60 1925 SEVENTH GRADE Dramatics 1925 Page 61 = wm---7 Senior PI ay--“Safety First” An interesting comedy of three acts, entitled “Safety First,” was given by the mid-year Seniors on Monday, December 29, 1924 in the High School Auditorium. Jack Montgomery, a young husband and his friend Jerry Arnold, are sent to Zuleika, a turkish maid to buy her off in order that she may not marry their friend Elmer Flannel. While they are there, the place is raided and they escape through a window only by their good luck. Zuleika is meanwhile captured and put under arrest. In the meantime, Mabel Montgomery. Jack’s wife, is found weeping. She thinks that her husband has been hurt, killed, etc. Finally the two return and explain matters to her and Virginia Bridger, a sister of Jack’s wife, who was called to comfort and console her. The gentlemen settle things by saying that they had attended a lodge initiation, the night before. Thus far all is fixed with the ladies until Mr. McNutt, a clever detective appears on the scene. He is in love with Mary Ann O’Finnerty, the cook. He summons Jack and Jerry to appear in court. During the procedures, they receive thirty days.” From this point, a conglomeration of situations follows. Finally, after a month or more, the two return and explain matters to the ladies. Through which, Jack and his wife are made happy; Jerry and Virginia are married; Mr. McNutt and Mary Ann elope; and Elmer becomes the husband of Zuleika. Abon Ben Mocha, father of Zuleika affords much humor as do the rest of the characters. CAST OF CHARACTERS Carroll Nolan Charles Guffey Wm. Pintar Andrew Mantean Wm. Gaglairdo Mary Carine Katherine Moore Katherine Moore Hilda Markovitz Anna Hetra Time—Today. Place—In the suburbs of a large city. Jack. Montgomery—A young Husband Jerry Arnold—An Unsuccessful fixer Mr. McNutt—A Defective Detective Elmer Flannel—Awfully Shrinking Abon Ben Mocha—A turk from Turkey Mabel Montgomery—Jack’s wife Virginia Bridger—Their Mother Mrs. Bridger—Their Mother Zuleika—A Turkish Maiden Mary Ann O'Finnerty—The Cook Tony M. ’25. Junior Play--“A Friend in Need ” One of the most amusing and interesting dramatic plays was presented in the High School Auditorium on Friday, April 17, by the members of Junior class. The third year students are to be warmly congratulated on their excellent performance. The character portrayal and the humor of the play virtually forced the large audience into repeated convulsions of laughter and suspense. The dramatic abilities of the future Edwin Booths were manifested in the excellent play-acting, which the characters portrayed to a nicety—no criticism being offered on that score. May the future Junior class plays have as this play their beacon light. This popular play presented by the Juniors dealt with an artist. Tom Denker. who writes to his uncle, William Denker that he has married a beautiful girl and that he is living in comfort and luxury with the large sums of money that he is earning. The trouble begins when William Denker decides to visit his supposedly rich nephew; and to make matters worse—Alice King, Tom’s aunt, also makes plans to visit him. The aunt brings Elaine Lynne, her beautiful ward. Now Tom, in order to save himself from exposure, borrows from Mrs. Reese, his landlady both her daughter “Liz” and her furniture. Elaine Mills had previously fabriacted a marriage with an abstract Bob Mills, so that now when she meets a certain Bob Mills who is a friend of Tom’s, she is forced to acquaint him of their matrimonial affair in order to keep up the farce. It was at this point that the audience was virtually in suspense for Mr. Denker and Alice King, Tom’s uncle and aunt, were separated by a youthful quarrel and Angela Scott, Bob’s sweetheart, thought that Bob was unloyal and had married Elaine. Bing Dickson was slowly pining away for Liz who had made an alliance with Tom. However, Tom and Elaine had fallen in love with each other. Em-barasment resulted in that they already had their supposed mates to take care of. Thus, when the audience was sorely troubled, did the humor introduced by those comic characters, Mrs. Reese and Jerry, the latter of whom was a returned soldier, receive the warmest welcome. Then the unreliable Liz, innocently reveals Toms secret and opens the way for the satisfactory rearrangement of husbands and wives, only this time the bonds were final. CHARACTERS Tom Denker—An Artist........ Bob Mills—A Magazine Writer Mrs. Reese—Their Landlady Jerry Smi h—A Returned Soldier Liz—A Live Wire........................ Bing Dickson—Liz’s Lounge Lizard William Denker—Tom’s Uncle.............. Alice King Tom’s Aunt. Elaine Lynne—Alica King’s Ward Angela Scott—Bob’s Fiancee....... Nick Besevich Frank Grande Mildred Sarcinella ..........Joe Wanic Anita Rosenberg Albert Cervenack Benny Zoldan Gwendolyn Husband Ruth Prosser Elizabeth Morar 1925 Page 63 ' I-1E=2 F L E C T OR Junior High School Play--“Poor Father” On March 27, 1925, a very interesting play was rendered by the Junior High School in the High School Auditorium. It was one of consistent humor throughout and very well presented. The members, who participated, must be commended for their splendid work to make it a success. The play was one of exceptional quality and showed exceptional talent for such work among the members of the Junior High School. Mr. Stillings deserves much credit that comes with the completion of a play requiring much talent and practice. On the other hand the cast was equally well chosen and included the following distinguished characters in their apparent and real guise. William Tompkins—A Hard Pressed Father Clifford Tompkins—A Student of Psychology Harold Cardwell—Always in the way Sidney Dunmel—Wealthy Bachelor George Brown—A Trifler with Truth Sargeant O'Connor—Of the Police__ Mary Tompkins—A Distracted Mother.... Gladip—Eldest Daughter Bessie Another Daughter.............. Caroline—Another Daughter ........... Marie—A French Maid.................. V ician Laramie An Actress .......... Harry Bleier Wendel Fish William Thomas Antonio Loria Joe Tominovitch ...Bert Malsom ..Beatrice Ward Bernice Arkwright Ethel Burock ...Delores Gully Martha Meyers Pauline Moder In conclusion several specialties were heartily received by the audience: I— Song—Nettie Neiman, Freda Heizler, Isabelle Greenbaum. II— Minuet—Freda Heizler, Isabelle Greenbaum. Page 6h 1925 FLECTOR A Review of the Football Season As usual in the past few years, Farrell High fizzled again in football. Possessing an able coach, supplied with better equipment than many minor colleges and prep schools, confronted with an unusually attractive schedule, it is a riddle to understand why the entire team, with some few exceptions, laid down or quit entirely. At the opening of the season, there was an unlimited supply of material, but as the season progressed and the work grew harder and longer the number speedily diminished until there was not enough players to form two teams and several of the faculty were pressed into service in order to muster enough men for a scrimmage session. Such a condition reveals the fact that the greater majority of boys of Farrell Hi are either lacking in school spirit or grit. Other high schools of three hundred students or less have teams that would “put it all over” Farrell Hi, for the simple reason that they have school spirit and grit, and they show it by coming out for the team with fight in them. In fact, these small high schools have to cut down their squads as we do in basketball. Does any one remember when any coach at Farrell Hi had to cut down the football squad? This review would not be complete without mentioning the hard struggle “Ganny” made against great odds to turn out a winning team in football. An example of the difficulties he had to face was the declaring ineligible of five veteran players just before the Sharpsville game. After filling their places with green substitutes, he had but one backfield man to use should any of the others be injured. And all this just before the game which he and the student body wanted most to win! If “Ganny” consents to return next year and if Farrell Hi will have a football team to represent her, which is doubtful, every boy should turn out and prove to Farrell High’s rivals and to Coach Ganaposki that Farrell Hi HAS school spirit and that it CAN turn out a winning football Team! The following players remained until the season was abruptly ended and blasted the hopes of several seniors to win the coveted “F”: Armour, Burns, Chiccarino, Chervinko, Bernard, DiSilvio, Grande, Miller, Newton, Gagliardo, Sarcinella, Smith, Simko, Wanic, and White. The scores of the games played: Alumni Hubbard 7 18 F. H. S. F. H. S. 0 15 Greenville 33 F. H. S. 12 Sandy Lake 6 F. H. S. 9 Monaca 71 F. H. S. 6 Sharpsville ..... 34 F. H. S 12 Jos. Wanic, ’26. 1925 Page 65 'I---- FLECT Our Basket Ball Seasoti Football, not having the success to assure general interest in the sport, reached that stage where it had to be given up. Coach Ganoposki disbanded the team immediately after Farrell was beaten by Sharpsville. The Coach cannot be blamed for this move, as he was right in disbanding the players. The players had lost faith in him. Mr. Ganaposki was not discouraged in the least, but his actions were determined to put out a fast going basketball team, which would rank as one of the best that ever wore Gold and Blue uniforms. Realizing however, that green material would be on hand, he resolved to waste no time by allowing everyone to try for the team. He just picked eight men whom he thought would be the ones to represent F. H. S. on the basketball court. The team, having one month's practice before the season started, were taken to Monaco on December 5, to have a practice game; which would give both coaches a chance to get a line on their respective teams; was played. Coach Ganaposki shifted his lineup, and kept substituting until he could find an aggregation that would work together. The players that took part in the game gave a good account of themselves, showing “Ganny he had several promising players in his lineup. The game as a whole was slow, due to the size of the gym, but at times both teams showed a true streak of speed. This game was awarded to the Monaco players by the score of 31-16. The next game on December 14, found the Farrell players at home. “Ganny,” by smoothing out a few rough spots, shown in the first game; showed to the Farrell boosters that he had a team. Although the game was non-scholastic it nevertheless showed that other high school teams must step up, in order to beat Farrell. Our team played the California Fruits, a local aggregation made up of former high school players. The Farrell boys emerged the winners in this fray, taking over the Fruits by the score of 21-15. December 19, saw Monaco here for a return engagement. The Farrell boys were determined to revenge their former defeat of the first game. The game was hotly contested, Farrell winning out 20-15. The next game was to be played on the 29th of December with the Alumni but due to the inability to get players the Alumni canceled until a later date, Farrell was then without a game for the rest of the month. The date set for the Annual Classic between the Alumni and high school was January 2. The Farrell fans were again treated to some fine brand of basketball as this game was hard-fought throughout, Farrell being nosed out 29-28. January 7, Farrell played New Wilmington, the College town boys. They had a small but fast aggregation, but could not stand the pace set by the Farrell players, so they had to accept the short end of a 17-11 score. Our next game was again played on the home court. This time against an Ohio team; the opposition coming from Girard. Due to their large size, the Farrell fans thought that Farrell was going to be walloped; but they soon realized that size meant nothing in basketball. The Farrell players took the lead easily in the game and kept increasing it as the game progressed, until the final whistle. The score closing 28-14. On January 23, the most important game on the schedule was played. Our rivals, Sharon, were met. The game did not turn out as Farrell fans had predicted. The Farrell players were somewhat handicapped, due to the large crowd present. The players were stage frightened and excited and consequently played a poor brand of basketball. They were beaten by Sharon 30-18. Page 66 1925 ELECTOR Saturday, January 24, the high school boys journeyed to Slippery Rock where they were staged up against size and experience. The players, still feeling the sting of defeat given them by Sharon again put up a poor game during the first half. But, in the last half the Farrell boys inspired by a new hope of redeeming themselves, out-scored and outplayed Slippery Rock; but the score piled up by Slippery Rock in the first half, was too large to be over-taken. Consequently, Farrell was defeated 28-15. The following week Farrell had a tough arrangement of games. Mercer came here on Wednesday; Sharpsville on Friday; and on Saturday the boys went to New Wilmington. The game with Mercer, Wednesday, January 28, was slow and uninteresting, due to the fact that Mercer resorted to shooting long shots. Rear Row Standing; Coach Ganaposki; Pollock; Mgr. Guffey; Moses: Phillips Front Row Seated; Bernard; Moskovitz; Capt. Sarcinclla; Simko; Burns Now and then a few spurts of speed pleased the fans. Although Farrell showed that they should have beaten Mercer worse than what they did, the score nevertheless, met with the approval of most of the fans. The score being 25-1 7 in Farrell’s favor. The big event of the week was Friday, January 30. In order that Farrell could keep in the run for valley honors, a victory over Sharpsville must be turned into realization, thus the boys started with pep and determination, that kept 1925 Page 67 'T- —- ] F L E C T OR them always on top. This game was the fastest and cleanest game on the Farrell floor ever seen for quite a while. This was due to the capability and efficiency of the referee. The score of the game was close throughout. Two and three points always separated the teams. At the final whistle Farrell was on the top 20-16. January 31. Farrell played a return engagement with New Wilmington, at New Wilmington. The Lawrence County boys were determined to turn in a victory, because this was the first game on their new floor. They started off with a rush and were soon in the lead, but, as the game progressed Farrell shortened the lead and gained the front by one point, at the end of the first half. The second half was the most exciting of the game, for during this stage of the game, New Wilmington made several spurts that almost put them ahead. The final whistle stopped the game at the opportune moment Farrel being in the lead, 22-18. On “Doomsday” February 6, Farrell went to Grove City, where Farrell counted their fourth straight victory. The game was hard fought and rough throughout, but Farrell managed to pull themselves out, by staying off defeat in the last few seconds of play. The score was 19-18. Saturday, February 7, Edinboro State Normal played on our high school floor. The Farrell team was somewhat tired, due to their hard fought game at Grove City the night previous. Consequently, Farrell’s winning streak was broken. Although Farrell started off in a nice manner making a field goal at the tip off: Edinboro soon made up and began piling up points. The score at the end being 23-1 7. Saturday, February 14, Slippery Rock came here for their return game. The Normalites began early in the game to score and gave Farrell the worst setback of the season, 35-11. Wednesday, February 18, Grove City appeared on the Farrell floor. Displaying a fine brand of passing, and also a fine defensive game, Farrell emerged victors after a hard battle. The score of this game being 23-22. On Friday, February 20, Farrell went to Sharpsville, where Farrell administered the second defeat of the season to Sharpsville. The game was close throughout, until the final few minutes of play, in which time Farrell scored three baskets that piled up the score to a 21-13 win. Saturday, February 21, Farrell again was away. This time at Girard. The Farrell players due to their first win over Girard the first part of the season, felt confident of repeating the trick; but, Girard sprung the surprise and caught Farrell napping, beating Farrell in the last quarter by the score of 29-23. Wednesday, February 25, was the biggest night on the Farrell floor; our rivals Sharon came down for their return game. The gym was packed to capacity; excitement was at fever heat. The Farrell players, being confident of revenging the first loss, and the Sharon players were confident of repeating the former victory. The game was a nip and tuck affair, during the first part of the game, but as the end drew near, Sharon pulled away from her opponents and realized their wish, by the score of 21-1 I. Friday, February 27, Farrell journeyed to Mercer and gave Mercer a neat lacing; Farrell started early in the game to pile up the score. Mercer had to accept the short end of a 32-16 score. Saturday, February 28, Farrell journeyed to Edinboro where they again were beaten. The normalites had piled up 10 points before Farrell tallied a foul, in the first quarter. But, in the last three quarters Farrell played on even terms with Edinboro, but were nevertheless beaten by a 31 -20 score. This game ended the season of scheduled games, with the exception of the Mercer County Tournament which was to be played on March 11-12-13-14. Page 68 1925 4L -fT R E fT E CT OR The drawing for the tournament was held on Saturday, February 28— Farrell drew Mercer for the second night of the tourney. A large corwd of rooters accompanied the team to Grove City and were treated to a well played brand of basketball. Only in the first part of the last half did Mercer ever come within striking distance, the score then being 13-11. In the last quarter Farrell counted 5 goals to Mercers lone 2 fouls. The score at the end was 31-17. Next night Farrell played West Middlesex for the first time. The Middlesex boys were eagerly waiting this chance, and threw a scare in the Farrell backers. The opponents led throughout the game by 7 points. In the last minute of play Farrell scored a basket that put them in front 21-20. The game ended with the Farrell boys fighting desperately to win. The last night of the tournament was the big night. Sharpsville, who had beaten Sharon on Friday, was awarded the right to play Farrell for the championship of Mercer County. Farrell took the lead at the first of the game and kept it until the last 5 minutes of play, when a Farrell player allowed his man to make a goal that won the game. The game was hard-fought and was a well earned victory for Sharpsville. They accomplished a good deal when they defeated Farrell and Sharon in the County Tournament. The Farrell players turned in their suits after this game having enjoyed a fairly good season; winning 13 out of 23 games and scoring 516 points to their opponents 498. The Players and a little dope on them; Sarcinella Captain, “Sarc” started out as center, but was later shifted to a forward position. He also played a guard, where he gave a fair account of himself. He will be lost by graduation. Burns played forward for the first time on a high school team, although small in size he is an accurate shooter and passer. He will be back next year and much is expected of him. Sirhko, who also played forward for the first time, gave a good account of himself this season, making baskets at the opportune moments. He will be back next year, we expect a good deal from him. Bernard, guard, was one of the mainstays of the team. Many times he broke up opponents passing and slid down for a basket. He will be back next year. Phillips, forward, Red” was the smallest player in the county, but, he was too fast for his larger opponents and many times he was open for shots. He is a clever dribbler, and accurate shooter. He is back with us next year. Moses, Center, although Moses did not start out the first of the season, he was a tower of strength when he did break in the line-up. He is lost by graduation. Pollack, Joe started out with the Junior High team but was good enough, and put on the varsity. He will be back to be placed on the varsity, he substituted on forward, and although being “green” on the job he nevertheless showed that the regulars will have to step, if they want their berths next year. Coach Ganaposki. Ganny had to work with green material this year, but being faithful, he put out a combination that deserves much praise and credit. Few persons realize how much “Ganny” has given us; twice has he brought his teams to the finals of tournement only to be nosed out. Ganny has always stuck with the boys and taught them clean basketball and football. If the team was defeated, he told the players their faults and the game was forgotten. He accepted defeat just as well as victory. If Ganny is back next year we can do him more justice than by wishing him another season of success; we must all stick by him and he no doubt will at last bring home the cup. Heres hoping he does. John Sarcinella, ’25. 1925 Page 69 The F. H. S. Orchestra Much credit is due to the orchestra of the year 1924-25, for their talented work and faithfulness. An equal amount of commendation is also due to the faithful director, Prof. I. H. Prosser. It was through the efforts of the director that much hidden talent among the players was brought to light. It was his wish to bring out the work of the players to the best of their abilities. The present orchestra is a decided improvement over many of the previous ones. There has been an additional number of players, and also a variety of instruments, The frequent variations in the music has tended to wear away the monotonous feeling that often arises, when a piece of music is played over and over again. The members that constitute the orchestra are as follows: Cornets—John Colecchi, John Strizzi. Saxaphone—Joe San Marino. Piano—Ethel Bobby. First Violins—Ruth Prosser, Olga Cevich, Helen Spisak, Steve G., Eddy Rosenberg. Second Violins—Paul Satlos, Glen G., Harry Haus-man, David Zoldan. Page 70 F LjE Tf C 1925 ” Girls Team Rear row standing:—E. Ebert; Haney; Coach Baker; Manager Jones; Pascone; Mack. Second row seated:—Ackerman; L. Ebert; Captain Kozar; Carine; Rosenberg. Front row:-—Schell; Stillstrom. Through the efforts of Miss Baker, the coach, the girl’s basketball season was played much more successfully than it had been for many seasons. The scores for the girls’ games are as follows: F. H. S. 14 Girard 13 F. H. S 18 Sharon 28 F. H. S.. 21 Sharpsville 20 F. H. S 22 New Wilmington . 14 F. H. S. 31 Mercer 11 F. H. S 20 New Wilmington 12 F. H. S. 34 Sharpsville 30 F. H. S. 17 Girard 10 F. H. S 12 Sharon 18 F. H. S 25 Mercer 15 1925 Page 71 REFLECT Last TV ill and Testament of the Class of ’25 We. the members of the Class of '25 of Farrell High School, in fifty-seven individual parts, having reached the end of our high school sojournment, and though somewhat fatigued by incessant mental toil, but still of sound mind, memory and understanding, do make and publish this our LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT, hereby revoking and making void all former will by us at any time heretofore made as the thoughless wish of an idle hour. As to our worldly estate, and all the property—real, personal, or mixed—to which we shall be entitled at the time of our departure from the said Farrell High School, we devise, bequeath and dispose thereof in the manner following to-wit: First: We direct that due mention be made of our various pranks and our activities in behalf of this school, hoping that all students of any color, creed, or sex whatsoever, will earnestly bemoan the passing of one of the wisest and most popular classes from Farrell High School—-the Senior Class of '25. Item: We felicitly give and bequeath to the said noble institution of learning, the balance of our treasury, (if there is any balance) which, we trust, will aid the school board to reimburse the school of any material damage we may have done to this edifice. Item: We give and bequeath (very promiscuously) to our beloved teachers all our unfinished lessons and our badly rendered recitations: we also will to them peaceful nights and undisturbed slumber, for no longer w 11 they have to worry about our examinations; no longer will our grades dissapoint them, no longer will they have to listen to our obdurate supplications. Rest will be theirs a well earned rest from ardous toil. Item: We give and bequeath to the Freshmen class, the year in school that will never be forgotten, our quiet, unassuming manners, trusting that they will never cause our beloved Faculty any worry. Item: We give and bequeath to the Sophomores our kindest nocturnal thoughts: trusting that they may serve as an inspiration for the younger student who so naturally look to them for examples. We also leave them (without our best wishes) a large pail of unused “brain glue, hoping against hope that this wonderful compound for which we have naught but praise, will aid them in securely fastening historical data and other dry matter in their vacant minds without too much exertion. Item: We lugubriously give and bequeath herewith to the Junior class all the indespensable knowledge we very fortunately possess for fear the Class of '26 might say they began their Senior year under a handicap; for. as everyone has quickly perceived. Nineteen hundred twenty-five is the wisest class ever from this High School doors to pass. Item: We give and bequeath to our most worthy principal all the regaling events of our High School lives—both past and present—with all the preternatural inveighments, astonishing wonders, turbulent sensations, hair-breadth escapes, and other deserved or undeserved notoriety and fame—which it has been our lot to possess: knowing full well that no one in our class has ever caused him a moment’s worry. Item: We very reluctantly give and bequeath to our successors, our esteemed places in the hearts of our teachers. Principal and Superintendent. They will love the above-mentioned successors, even unworthy as we feel they are. and our most earnest wish (our only desire) is that they will never fail to appreciate and prove themselves worthy of their honest affection. And we do hereby constitute and appoint the said faculty sole executors of this, our LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT, without bond for the faithful performance of their ditues. In testimony whereof, we. the class of '25, have herewith designated the undersigned to subscribe his name as witness thereto. H. Berkowitz, '25. Page 72 1925 FLECTOR ALPHO OMEGA PARTY The members of the Alpho Omega Literary Society held a party in the High School building on the 23rd of December. Music and games, jokes, puzzles and various stunts amused us until a late hour when a delicious lunch was served. We told a few more jokes and then departed for home. SENIOR WEINER ROAST The Senior Class held a weiner roast on Friday, September 1924. The party left F. H. building in a truck in the highest spirits, but before they arrived at their destination a shower dampened their spirits somewhat. The Seniors went into the house shortly after their arrival at the farm. The main diversion of the evening being dancing. At a late hour weiners and corn and all the trimmins were served, after which they were again conveyed to the High School building. I JUNIOR HALLOWE’EN PARTY On Friday evening of October 27, 1924, a Junior Hallowe’en party was held. The gym was decorated with orange and black crepe. At 7:30 the party began, with the arrival of the different figures. Some were recognized very easily, while others were not recognized until they were unmasked by the other students. There was a variety of customes, of which some were comical and some pretty. Games were played later in the evening, a prize was to be given to the winner of a game. The prize was a big pumpkin pie. But owing to the fact that Paul Moskovitz, Mr. Ganaposki, Mr. Koons and Miss Charlton, not having supper and eating the pie to satify their hunger, the pie could not be given. A mock wedding was performed between Miss Mikulonic and Paul Moskovitz, with Albert Cervenak acting as Reverand. Miss Mikulonic seemed to be very happy after the wedding was over, but she must have been exercising her imagination. Everyone was enjoying himself, playing games or talking. The lunch was served to about one hundred guests. The party was a great success, but it was brought to an end too soon. Everyone who attended had a very enjoyable evening. V. T. ’26. 1925 Page 7$ —i REFLECTOR SOPHOMORE HALLOWE EN PARTY My what queer costumes they have on! What is it? Who are they? Who could they possibly be? Nothing else than a Hallowe’en party and one of the coming classes, the Sophomores, of course. The Sophomores had a delightful time. The teachers were there including Mr. Carpino and the janitor. The most exciting moment of the party occured. when Mr. Carpino raced across the floor in feminine clothes. Imagine such a thing, and he is so modest too. As the evening came to a close there was much fun over glasses of cider. When it finally came to a close it was very amusing to see them “couple” off in pairs. Will we have as good a time at out Junior party? B. A. ’27. FRESHMAN HALLOWE EN PARTY A Hallowe’en party was held Friday 23, 1924 in the old gym of the High School building. Miss Verner was in charge of the entertainments for the evening. Prizes were awarded to Roberta King for the prettiest costume and Mary Simko for the cleverest. Games and dancing furnished the diversions of the evening. A lunch was served and later in the evening Mr. Carpino rendered a vocal solo and a dance, assisted by Mr. McCollough, Mr. Koons, and Mr. Ganaposki. Miss Hannah Roth gave a toe-dance. All those present spent an enjoyable evening. C. H. H. ’28. EIGHTH GRADE HALLOWE EN PARTY The eighth grade hallowe’en party was held October 31, 1924, in the old gym. There were many present both teachers and pupils. The first event of the evening was the awarding of a prize to Freeda Heizler for the prettiest costume. Everything was going along fine when we noticed that Mr. Carpino wasn’t there. Prompt Mr. Carpino was late! But he got there just the same. When this excitement was over some of the girls danced. Games entertained the guests until the lunch was served. An enjoyable evening was spent by all. Essay on Boys Boys are the worst creatures that can be thought of in a months notice. They are just the opposite of the girls in sex and character. Boys are always causing trouble or some other disasters. I have a small brother and a few fellows, and therefore I am warning you from my actual experience. When boys are small they do nothing but play “Indian” or “policeman . They waste much time in this way, but girls, being of superior intelligence, naturally play “school.” Boys are so dull and uninteresting compared with girls. In school they never prepare their lessons, nor ever know even half as much as the girls. Sometimes they act very queer and strange. For instance, a few days ago my fellow called me into our garden saying that he wished to speak with me. When he reached the garden, he dropped upon one of his knees and said in the strangest manner, “Dorothy, will you please be my betrothed, if you will be, I'll promise to obey you for ever an never.” I smacked him right on his mouth. The very idea of such an illiterate boy asking me to be his bride in such an uncultured way. No girl would be silly enough to propose like that. Why I could get a lot of better fellows even though I am but twelve years old. Boys are also very jealous. If you speak to them but once, they will think that you are in love with him and they will get fiercely angry if you go with anyone else. I will confide in you why a girl always has more than one fellow while boys have but one girl, but please don’t make it public for one of my fellows might hear it and feel embarressed. If boys were half as sensible as us girls, we would be satisfied with but one fellow, but since they are so dull and uninteresting, we must have a great number of them to occupy our time. Also a girl can understand the simple character of boys in a few days, while it takes a boy all his life to understand one girl. Boys are also very inferior as to strength of will power. All boys like to be bossed by beautiful girls. No boys dares to boss my fellow, but if I tell him to take my books home or pick up my handkerchief, he will do it without saying a word. Sometimes boys may become useful for a girl to have around. When they are small they buy us girls licorice or chewing gum to chew in school. When they grow older, girls condescend to go with boys for the main reason that they have enough money to treat them with. At first they buy us sodas, then they take us to the show and buy us boxes of candy. Finally they begin to buy us jewelery. Since this is the only way that boys can make themselves useful, it is best to let them make themselves useful in this way than to let them remain idle. Walter Ackerman '25. 1925 Page 75 F LEC T OH !■ J Essay on Girls The Editor of the ’25 REFLECTOR is indeed fortunate in being able to obtain the services of the author of this article for writing up the dubious qualities of the weaker sex. For, without much boasting, I can modestly and truthfully state that I know everything there is to know about girls, and 1 can laconically and naturally expound, compound, propound, confound and repound every whim, every fancy, every disposition and every act of the girls with an ease which comes only from long practice and experience. To begin with, what are girls? Only a very few people in this refined and cultured world can correctly answer that question, and, as 1 happen to be one of them, 1 do believe I’ll tell you about them. The opposite group of mammals (who so unknowingly call themselves girls) are the feminine gender of boys and are used mainly for ornament—being not much good for anything else, except to waste a lot of valuable time on. They hypnotize fellows into taking them out, and then blissfully proceed to make the poor boys spend everything on them but their initials. In fact, these unknowing boys are the only kind of males the girls pay any attention to, and a sensible woman-hater is as exciting to them as the directions for making coffee and as well-liked as sulfuric acid. Girls are usually smart in school, because they are so jealous of the boys, who always get their lessons without much studying, that they practically memorize everything in their text books. The girls also differ from boys in the matter of apparel. If a boy wears dresses and plays with dolls he is called a sissy but it is considered alright for a girl because no one expects much from girls anyway. Likewise, girls do not engage is as many fights as boys do, because, as ladies are supposed to be first in everything, they usually choose not to do battle. But nevertheless, girls are not always the weaker sex, for when they get excited (and they usually do) they begin pulling a fellow’s hair and scratching him with their long finger nails, which are worn long especially for that purpose. The females are very easily susceptible to absent-mindedness. Why, they actually fall head-over-heels in love with boys who have patent-leather hair, and this fact conclusively proves that their heads are as empty as a Scotch street on tag day. Girls are also unnecessarily selfish and cause the unfortunate males much trouble—both in financial and heart affairs. For. after a girl meets and has stupefied a good-looking, but dumb, shiek, she stays out so much going to parties and dances that compared to her, Columbus was a chicken-hearted stay-at-home. Then, after making her boy friend do everything but remove his appendix, the girl unceremoniously leaves him to his own reflections, and begins associating with others who also have money and don’t know how to throw it away. The modern “dumb but beautiful” girl (the flapper) could easily have kept Gulliver’s mind off his travels for any length of time, if only given half a chance to flirt and vamp—at which occupations they are very skillful and adept. After thinking this matter over, I have come to the obvious conclusion that girls aren’t such a bad lot after all. I think I’ll pop the fatal question to one of the female species, if I ever feel in a marrying mood. Honestly, I believe that the persons who knock about the goils are a little off in their upper story, and are truly unfortunate in not having my vast experience with those charming, gentle creatures—the girls. H. Berkowitz, '25. Page 7C 'I—IE F L E C T OR 1925 Our Acquaintances at Dinner It was on the occasion of the sixteenth birthday of Cleopatra when she decided to celebrate her birthday by an elaborate dinner. Nothing more suited her high station in society than that she should invite all the celebrated men of Europe and America. When the night of the party arrived, everyone that was invited came with their wives, for all felt honored by their invitations. While everyone was waiting for dinner to be served, Robert Burns and Poe crossed the floor of the sun parlor and began to imbide freely in the contents of the punch bowl, for prohibition had not been yet introduced and they had no particular aversion to that liquor. On one side of the room sat Caesar, gravely puffing on his cigarette, while he listened to the conversation of Brutus. On the opposite end of the room Cleopatra could be seen, her attentions being monopolized by Mark Antony. The women’s busy chattering could be heard all over the room as they gossiped and told news. Everybody was waiting impatiently for the dinner to begin. At last it was announced that dinner would be served in the dinning room. The men, together with their wives, filed proudly into the large pretentious dinning room. While the dinner was being served, Abraham Lincoln became occupied with an argument that rose between him and Stephen A. Douglas, who sat next to him. Johnson dined to his hearts content on the delicious food. At last he finished and leaned back in his chair with a sigh of content. Everyone was amused by the actions of Boswell who was always near Johnson to hear all that he said. Since there was no empty chair next to Johnson, he dined while standing next to him. After dinner was over, Skakespeare began to read to the guests one of his newest plays. No one evinced any interest and all semed relieved when at length he finished. They were greatly enlivened by Lincoln, who told several of his humorous stories in his awkward way. Finally they were entertained by a violin solo rendered by Paganini. After this was over the jolly Goldsmith proposed dancing, but since it was after midnight, the wives firmly decided that there would be no dance that night. For the next few minutes a group of guests, mostly men, surrounded Cleopatra and congratulated her upon her beauty. This being finished, the guests began to slowly depart for home. Cleopatra had provided a number of torch bearers, who lighted the guests through the cold and foggy London night to their homes. Walter Ackerman '25. 1925 Page 77 rI—IE F L E C T Senior's Farewell Address The time has now arrived when the class of ’25 must graduate. We have lived our short span of high school life and now we must grope through the mystery and darkness of our new life. We have, most likely made many mistakes during our school days and now perhaps it would be proper if we, who have experienced all the difficulties of the path leading to education, should warn those that must follow our steps, concerning the hidden traps and snares that are always ready to catch the unwary. To the Juniors, who may be rightfully called our worthy successors, we wish to inform you as you perhaps know already, that much honor and trust will be placed in you. But something is never given for nothing. In return for these honors, you will bear greater responsibility. This responsibility will probably give you, as it has to many, a greater confidence in yourselves which is necessary to do your work well. You will be expected to serve as a model which the remaining students of Farrell High will copy after. The greatest weight of all school activities will be placed upon you, for you represent the highest attainments that is possible to secure in Farrell High School. It will be your duty to increase the honor and fame of your high school. A government is what the people make it and this also holds true to schools. The fame and character of any school depends chiefly upon the types of students that they have, for all students reflect everything that was taught them. Since you, our successors, have attained the position of becoming the Seniors of Farrell High, you must have been capable of expending a high order of intelligence to win this position. You have all demonstrated your capabilities in reaching the Senior division of Farrell High School. More will be expected of you than of other students and you will most likely not disappoint their expectations. But many students, on reaching the advanced station of Seniors, think that they have had enough drudgery and that it is time that they take a rest. It is much easier to work a little each day than vainly endeavor to catch up with the class one day before the exams. All your past years in school have been merely a preparation for your last year in high school. Therefore, by neglecting your last year in high school, you will lose many of the benefits that were offered to you as a result of your eleven years of preparation. Your standing in the last year of high school will be taken as a standard of your ability and intelligence for at this time you are considered to be old enough to realize your responsibility. You may also be tempted to neglect your studies on account of the numerous trifles that you would spend your time on. This would be as foolish as the action of the General who ordered his soldiers to catch his escaping horse instead of capturing the fleeing enemy. When you are attending school you should consider your lessons as your most important work which should be prepared before anything else. Some of you may make the almost fatal mistake of not co-operating with your teachers. Nothing of any value can be accomplished when there is unnecessary wrangling with the teachers. When a teacher suggests any plan to you, the success of it will depend mainly upon the degree of co-operation that is given to your instructor. Ordinarily the teachers always try to co-operate with Page 78 1925 '1—I] F L E C their students, for they recognize the good merits of co-operation. If you clearly wish to understand any explanation of your teacher, you must give her your undivided attention. Always bear in mind that whatever the teachers say to do is intended for your improvement. Another quality that should always be found in a sensible class of students is the spirit of democracy. Your class has probably always practiced this principle without realizing it. You should make friends for their characters rather than their wealth or station. America is a democratic country and all her institutions must accordingly be of a democratic type. Surely the public schools should be an institution where all class barriers should be broken. Some of the greatest minds of America have been developed from the poor but honest people. America is a land of opportunity, where the poor may become rich and the illiterate become educated. All that you do should not be for yourselves only. It is your duty to make the Seniors position so honored and esteemed that the Junior classes will always joyfully anticipate the time when they must take your places. We, the graduating class of '25 have tried to follow out these standards, that we now place before you, to the best of our ability. How well we succeeded, some one else must judge. We have tried to show some of our mistakes that you may gain the benefits of our experience and thereby avert them. We have advanced this advice not with the spirit of superiority, but rather with the sincerest hope that it will keep you from making any serious mistakes. It if succeeds in doing this we will feel that it has succeeded in its highest purpose. Walter Ackerman, '25. Calendar of Seniors SEPTEMBER Tuesday 2nd—Sign on bulletin board, All Freshmen report to advisors, check your baby carriages in the basement.” Wednesday 3rd—The green Freshies can’t find their way through the halls. Thursday 4th—Freshies give the upper classmen a chase. Great excitement—Percy comes to Farrell High. Friday 5th—Locks, more locks, and still more locks. The barbers’ business is getting unusually brisk. Monday 8th—Senior girls wonder who the new men teachers are??? The boys vice versa. Tuesday 9th—Bill Pintar says he is right and the physics book is wrong. So Bill is going to write a new physics book for the use of all standard high schools. Wednesday 10th—Ed. Rosenberg is late again—nothing unusual. Thursday 11th—Senior class election—cool and smooth politics. Friday 12th Peterson ans Shearer wear blue socks; so it must be a blue Friday for unfortunate students. Monday 15th—Senior boys wear their girls’ wrist watches—whose are they? Tuesday 16th—What do you think happened to-day? Try and find out. Wednesday 17th—Nothing extremely funny was noticed today with the exception of a few Juniors. 1925 Page 79 FLECT 2 Thursday 18th—“Giggles” got slapped by the cooking teacher. How dare you! Pretty good chance for a story about the etiquette of the faculty. Friday 19th Rain today. Seniors have weiner roast at McCullough’s farm. Monday 22nd Farrell loses to Alumni by a 7-0 score. Yes, it was football. Tuesday 23rd—Commercial department changed to Washington building, with the rest of the children. Wednesday 24th Just one day closer to vacation time. Thursday 25th Hurrah! Nolan gets a hair cut. Nothing unusual nor extraordinary, dontcha know? Friday 26th—Junior class meeting carried to a successful finis. Meeting closed without the intervention of the state police. More class fun and more people injured. Monday 29th—Hubbard had too many rabbit feet for us. Score 15-12. Tuesday 30th—Holiday for Jewish students. Lucky Jews. Oh, for the life of a Hebrew! OCTOBER Wednesday 1st—Fire drill. No casualities reported. Thursday 2nd—By this time wc have decided that the faculty is something between a hindreance and a help. Friday 3rd A dog seeks an education in Physics class. Gee, but there sure are some dumb animals, who don’t know when they are well off. Monday 6th Farrell lost to Greenville. Score 30-6. Tuesday 7th Tests today. Everyone (?) is studious. Wednesday 8th—Seniors teach Junior High how to cheer. Setting fine examples. Thursday 9th—Lost! a tooth. Finder please return to Margaret Weller. Friday 10th Juniors have Hallowe’en Party. Monday 13th—Hurrah! Farrell wins first football game. Tuesday 14th Girls have first basketball practice. Wednesday 15th—After looking at our reports, we have decided that the teachers have adopted for their slogan, “They shall not pass.” Thursday 16th—A certain Junior takes a “bawth” and Farrell’s sewerage system clogs up; however the two events have no connection whatever. Friday 17th —Sophomores have Hallowe’en Party and Juniors call them copy cats. Monday 20th—Farrell loses to Monaca. Score 71-6. It wasn’t so bad; could have been worse. Tuesday 21st—A certain girl was seen powdering Shakespeare’s nose in the hall. Maybe she was advertising a new kind of flour. Wednesday 22nd -Shearer has a different tie and a collar only two sizes too large! Thursday 23rd —Tomorrow’s the day before the day that we play Sharps- ville. Friday 24th Pep meeting this morning at 9:30. Have to get our rah-rahs tuned up for tomorrow. Monday 27th Farrell loses to Sharpsville. Score 32-14. Tough! Better luck next time. Tuesday 28th—Bill Pintar wanted to cook someone with a glass rod so he picked on poor little Charles Guffey. Page 80 192a -3 T' —f 3 W REFLECTOR s Wednesday 29th —Junior commercial girls collect taxes for a bogus election; one cent. Freshies want to know if they can vote five times for a nickel. Thursday 30th Hurrah, we got out early! The teachers went to Youngstown to observe. Observation is golden to us. Friday 31st—Burgess Fish speaks on Banking in the auditorium. NOVEMBER Monday 3rd -“Pitcher” show tonite. Sir Shakletons trip to South Pole. Judging from the close shaves most of the explorers encounter. I’d call it a barbers pole. Tuesday 4th Election Day. Possibly sometime in the not too far distant future, a student of Farrell High School will be found in Coolidge’s place. Wednesday 5th—The calendar selects its motto: “If you don’t like our sheets sleep on the floor.” Thursday 6th—No news today—our nosey reporter ill—sorry. Friday 7th -Czar Carpino shows his undisputed authority by inflicting upon three Freshmen, punishment that was popularly used in the old bygone days in the little Red school house. One talkative windgabber was stuffed under Czar Carpino’s desk, another in a corner with his face toward the wall, hands raised overhead in the doorway. The poor little martyrs, I feel for them but 1 can’t reach them. Monday 10th—Everyone happy because there is school tomorrow. Tuesday 11th—Armistice Day. A year ago today several boys were expelled because they took a day off. No such longed for event occurcd this year. Wednesday 12th—The week is half over. Thank goodness. Thursday 13th—Unlucky day for news. Friday 14th—Miss Mathews tells a John to throw his gum in the basket and all the Johns respond. Try the same with the Marys. Monday 18th Six weeks test. Some teachers hurt our feelings by giving us easy tests. Tuesday 19th Looks like a prosperous year when you see Shearer and Peterson come to school with new suits. Hot dogs, they sure are nifty. Thursday 20th—Tomorrow is Teachers’ Institute. Would that they have institute every day! Friday 21st—Institute for teachers. Monday 24th —Mr. Fleming speaks to Juniors and Senior High school concerning the Community Chest. Tuesday 25th—One more uneventful school day has rolled away. Wednesday 26th Last day of school till December I. Reports are given out and many “ohs” are heard. DECEMBER Monday 1st—“If winter comes” we’ll freeze. We almost froze in Physics class. Tuesday 2nd—Mr. Stillings gives his regular yearly announcement—no snow balling. Wednesday 3rd—Some students are so lucky—Lucien Brunett, in English class, broke his wooden leg of his chair instead of his good one. Thursday 4th—Just another of those units of time gone forever. 1925 Page 81 T-' I---IE REFLECTOR Friday 5th—Paul Smith snores in History period and wakes up the rest of the class. Monday 8th— Giggles” challenges any one in Physics class to have a “fist fight” with a couple of stilettos thrown in as an added attraction. Tuesday 7th—Ed. Rosenberg says there is no need for potatoes to grow because all the poeple now-a-days are on a diet. Wednesday 10th—Albert Cervenak eats an onion and he can’t recite in any of his classes. Thursday 11th—Mollie Kozar, our expert typist, receives a gold medal for being “fast.” Friday 12th—Farrell played California Fruits and won. Score 20-15. First pep meeting for basketball. Monday 15-16-17-18-19 Days flew too fast to take reports. Monday 22—Farrell beats Monaco by 2115 score. Tuesday 23 Wish you all a “Merry Xmas” and a Happy New Year.' Seniors make themselves children again by exchanging gifts. JANUARY Monday 5th—Students make new resolutions for New Year. Not saying how they will keep them. There is a little truth in a resolution when one resolves to quit smoking. They quit alright—I mean they quit buying tobacco not smoking. Tuesday 6th—Prof. Peterson asks H. Markovitz what the freezing point is on Fahrenheit scales. She says she doesn’t know, but the squeezing point is two in the shade. Wednesday 7th—Chas. Guffey says that girls and gasoline are the source of all his joy and woe, they found him poor and kept him so. Thursday 8th—What else is more grand and glorious to a Senior A than the knowledge of having only three more days of school. Friday 9th—Cheer practice for New Wilmington game. Senior A sing formal Boo-hoo. Monday 12th—Farrell High shows New Wilmington how to play basketball ; score 18-1 I. Tuesday 13th—Unlucky day for high school, for the “Senior A’ leave high school today. Wednesday 14th—Shearer tells us one of his friends tells Johnnie all his secrets. A student pops up and says “Mr. Shearer does he pick his friends.” Thursday 15th—First signs of semester tests. Miss Eckles leaves us study today. Friday 16th—More signs of semester tests. Shearer gives us a free lecture on etiquette. Monday 19th—Wicked and revengeful tests. Tuesday 20th—More tests. Wednesday 21st—We become well versed in Shearers system of marking. Thursday 22nd—Ed. Rosenberg gets “bawling out” in P. O. D. class Friday 23rd—Howard Uber rolls in at 8:47 minus his tie. Monday 26th—Mr. Peterson congratulates us on our good (}?) work in test. Tuesday 27th—Howard tries to walk off with Miss Mathews’ towel. Wednesday 28th—Sarcy asks Johnson why he didn’t hold elections as he had when he was president. Page 82 1925 ' I—1E2 F L E C T Thursday 29th—John Colecchi makes trip to detention room for chewing gum. Friday 30th—We beat Sharpsville. FEBRUARY Monday 2nd—The ground hog sees its shadow. Tuesday 3rd—“Pepper” asks Miss Eckles where the hall of fame is. Wednesday 4th—John Colecchi loses his shoe in English class. Thursday 5th—Shearer informs us that he didn't graduate from a girls seminary. Friday 6th—End of the world is enjoyed by all. Monday 9th—Terribly dull day. Tuesday 10th—Another dull day. John Colecchi is absent this week. Wednesday 11th—Some more winter weather. Thursday 12th —Howard removes the table of contents from a worm in biology. Friday 13th—Nothing very unlucky happens in spite of the date. Monday 16th—Johnny came marching back. Tuesday 17th—This day was a total failure as far as anything interesting happening is concerned. Wednesday 18th- We beat Grove City. Thursday 19th —First bad news Mr. Stillings was going away. Hurray! Friday 20th—Benny, after breaking a window in Gym, says “I can’t tell a lie, I did it with my little foot.” Stillings didn’t say anything but the price of the window. Monday 23rd—Anna Ccrnisky attends a meeting and doesn't take charge of it. Tuesday 24th—Benny inquires if any of the girls can sew. Wonder why? Wednesday 25th—We lost the big game of the season. Better luck next time. Thursday 26th—John Colecchi lost some more gum in the waste-basket. Friday 27th—Twila wasn’t at school today. MARCH Monday 2nd—Seniors gave program in auditorium for Junior High pupils. Tuesday 3rd—‘Twas a beautiful cold day, Howard slept in again. Wednesday 4th—Listened to President Coolidges inaugural address, through a neutrodyne in the auditorium. Thursday 5th—John Colecchi forgets to stacomb his hair. Wonder if he’s broke. Friday 6th—We study the injun” of Peterson’s Ford. Monday 9th—Another dead Monday, whew! Tuesday 10th—Shearer invites us each in to see him for a personal conference. Wednesday 11th—We actually start an honest and truly lesson in P. O. D. taken from our books. Thursday 12th—“Fatha” puts in a foul at the tournament. Friday 13th—Our fellows down West Middlesex. Saturday 14th—Sharpsville wins Tourney. r 1925 Page 83 REFLECTOR Monday 16th—Margaret wants to know who wrote “Cotters Saturday Evening Post?” Tuesday 17th—Warren takes a little trip at 10:45. Wednesday 18th—We put the art into the art exhibit. Thursday 19th—John Edwards remarks “Dunbar’s father was a poorly educated man. So was his mother.” Friday 20th A flood occurred in Physics lab. Monday 23rd—“Fatha” gets a pair of leather heels. Tuesday 24th—“Pepper” studies so hard in study period that his brain is now famished for lack of knowledge. Wednesday 25th—Gladys reports that the sun moved two inches in fifteen minutes. Thursday 26th—John Colecchi writes another of his adorable love stories. Monday 30th —Sarcy is requested to wear a muffler over his loud neck tie. Tuesday 31st—A very daring love scene is enacted in the cloak room of room two. Harry was the one and only witness. APRIL Wednesday 1st—Chick makes a brilliant speech in acceptance of the vicepresidency of the Pro Excelsis Dicta. Thursday 2nd—Just another P. O. D. test. Friday 3rd—Anna Chernisky takes charge of her first program, English. Monday 6th—Walter reports to Miss Mathews “I wasn’t absent, just a little late.” Tuesday 7th—Tony becomes frightened when he learns that he may be hanging down off the earth instead of sticking up. Wednesday 8th—Anna and Anton omit their usual clash in English class. Wonders will happen! Thursday 9th—Friday 10th—Monday 13th—Easter vacation. Tuesday 14th—We’re all glad (??) to return to school. Harry announces that he is both near sighted and far sighted. Wednesday 15th—First dance is held in the gym. Thursday 16th—Last test before finals. Friday 17—A typical dreary April day. Monday 20th—Monday and Mr. Peterson didn’t wear a white shirt. Tuesday 21st—All the boys are sporting new trousers. Where was the fire sale. Wednesday 22nd—Anton finds a place in our Physics book with which he agrees. Thursday 23rd—“Fatha” is almost late. Friday 24th—Didn’t have much work to do today. Monday 27th—Bennie forgets to ask if the program committee met Friday evening. Tuesday 28th— Jawn” is requested to get rid of his gum again. Wednesday 29th—Gladys says “they sent me another Bill last nite. Page 84 1925 'TT I---JE F L E C T OR Thursday 30th—Anna comes to school singing “Me and my boy friend, Anton.” MAY Friday 1st—Gladys and Flo engage their seats in Slippery Rock. Monday 4th—Just two months till a safe and sane Fourth. Tuesday 5th—Maggie Johns tells us about another shiek she’s been out with. Wednesday 6th— Fatha says “where’s my sweetie hiding. Thursday 7th—Tony is still talking about his balloon trousers. Friday 8th—Let us all kneel in silent prayer for the trials we will have next week. Monday 11th—Anna laughs at Anton. Tuesday 12th Anton laughs at Anna. Wednesday 13th—They laugh at each other. Thursday 14th -Junior-Senior banquet. Friday 15th—Good-bye Farrell High. Can You Imagine? Walter Ackerman without his brown sweater. Florence Arkwright without her wealth of blonde hair. Anton Bauer without an argument on anything. Emma Bobby without profoundly studying her English textbook. Anna Chernisky without her imperturbable, dignified bearing. John Chiccarino without a good nature. Twila Cochran without getting married sometime. Mildred Dondero without her lessons. John Edwards without his many ambitions. Mary Freebie without doing composition work. John Colecchi without being an intelligent sheik. Josephine Day without being promiscuously short. Joe Martin without his amusing manner of being matter-of-fact. Rose Morocco without her loquacious silence. Victoria Luca without her beloved violin. John J. Johnston without his dormant intellectual ability. Harry Berkowitz without his delusive horse-laugh. Margaret Johns without longing to talk. Warren Thompson without laughing at stale jokes. Tony Mastroni without his clever remarks. Elizabeth Mahle without her catch-as-catch-can vioce. John Sarcinella without his athletic prowess. Gladys Griffith without her left-handed manners. Luella Pollard without her quiet wisdom. Ben Stahl without coughing for somebody’s (?) attention. Jeanne Jamison without her all-day gum. Joe Moses without his indefatigable popularity with the boys. Howard Uber without his famous stumbling heels. The faculty without their glittering personalities. This class without their perpetual pep. H. Berkowitz. ’25. Name Walter Ackerman Florence Arkwright Anton Bauer Anna Beharry Harry Berkowitz Emma Bobby Lucien Brunet leanette Burns Mary Carine John Chickarino Twila Cochran John Collechi Louise Consintine August Craig Natelila Craig Josephine Day Mildred Dondero lohn Edwards Mary Freebie Margaret Johns William Gagliardo Rose Greenbaum Gladys Griffith Blanch Gross Charles Guffy Anna Hetra Alice Hitchings Jean Jamison John Johnson Bulah Klicn Mollie Kozar Mildred Linberger Victoria Luca Elizabeth Mahle Hilda Markovitz Joe Martin Tony Mastroni Mildred Miller Ida Monaco Andrew Montan Katherine Moore Rose Morocco Joe Moses Carroll Nolan Ida Nugent Margaret Reeae William Pintar Luella Pollard Margaret Prichard John Sarcinella Myrtle Skusr George Smith Anna Shernisky John Schmidt Warren Thompson Howard Uber Margaret Weller Nickname •Wo Wo” Flo” Ant” Manhater” 1 Berk ;;Wallie” Lucy Shining Mickey” Chick “Billy” “Johnnie” Curls” Auggie” Lila •Jay-Buddy Lanky Bobby “Huck ' ’ ’Giggles Rae ' Glad” Goofy” Ann’ Cora” Sweetie” Funny Boots Buddy” Millie” Vic Betty Caesar Pepper Antonius Mid” ;;m” Andy” Kitty” Rosy” Fatha” Nolan Lue Peg “Sarcy Buddy” Smith” Sparky” Smitty” Hick1’ Howdy” Peg” Senior Directory Facial Age Expressions Noted for 15 Studious Seriousness 13 Innocent Shyness 16 12 Inquisitive Childish Arguing Being Teased Peculiar Laugh 16 Determined 16 Smiling Giggling 44 Puzzling Physics 28 Dreamy Clever Remarks 18 Worried Elating Candy 17 Unconcerned Stillness 15 Flirty Coquetry 16 Unsettled Asking Questions Curly Hair 14 Angelic? 40 Troubled Singing 35 Likable Giggling 12 Pleasant Shortness 14 Friendly Brightness 17 Cheerful Thoughtful Popularity Talking 18 15 Studious Pleasant 69,4 I Dare You Making Faces 39 Sublime Typewriting 13 Mischievous Teasing 19 Calm Style 56 Dutiful Arguing 42 Quietness A's 26 Innocent Music 20 Happy Snickering II Simple Note Passer 19 Motherly Noise? ? ? ? 23 Sublime Giggling 33 Sunny Peculiar Laugh 10 Childish Music 26 Sunny Silence 31 Haughty Likable Style 35 Bluffing 40 Flippy Humor H Annoying Pass Notes 24 3 Flirtv Miscnievious Writing Notes Height 18 Pleasant Her Eyes Curly Hair 16 Content 20 Dreamy Babyish Slowness 6 Popularity 20 Dignified Blue Eyes 13 Smiling Interrupting 8 Clownish Flirting 18 Ferocious Quietness 27 30 Fidgety Beyond Description Making Candy Basketball 2 Lovable Sweet Voice 29 Disgusted Use of Slang 10 Unsettled Her Eyes 1 Inquisitive Weight 35 Puzzling Worried Dancing Clever Remarks 17 30 Unsettled Basketball M ■ Fit for Bachelor Teacher Artist Stenog. 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Girls Sharon Lassies Dancing Elmer Oo Page 86 1925 F L E C TOR| “Fleeing From the Terrors of Night” As I wearily trudged along the dusty road leading to Blumen, a small village in Germany, the dusk began to gather as though from a distance and had soon so completely surrounded me that I was forced to grope my way through that dark unfamiliar road. The atmosphere was very close and heavy; it strangely depressed my spirits. The sky must have been very cloudy for neither the moon nor any stars could be seen. Every bit of wind had died out, not a stir was to be heard. Not a bird was to be heard, the trees had even stopped their moaning and everything radiated a melancholy mood of loneliness and quiet to the atmosphere. All at once a strong wind swept across the road carrying with it a few drops of rain. The next instant the storm began in full force. The rising wind began its strange wailing across the large open stretch of fields that lay on both sides of the road. In a few minutes everything was dripping wet. The drenched foliage of the trees seemed depressed in their wet condition. Not an animal was to be seen or heard for they had all taken shelter from the driving storm. The earth seemed to be abandoned by all living creatures in this unfavorable weather. The road with its mud became well nigh impassable, so that I was forced to take to the grass covered fields in the hope of finding some shelter ahead. This stormy, uncomfortable night recalled to my mind the hardships that 1 had encountered while 1 was in the army. I had been shell shocked and gassed so that 'now I feared that my weakened and exposed condition might draw on a serious illness. At length, when I was quite tired out, a faint ray of light escaped the intense darkness and reached my searching eyes. In the direction of this light I forced my unwilling feet to carry me. This led me to what seemed like a tumbled down, deserted cottage. A flicker of candle light through one of the windows showed that, at present at least, it was occupied. Any kind of shelter was welcome in this raging storm. I was so anxious to get out of the rain that I entered without even knocking on the door. As I entered the dimly lighted room I noticed that a frail table and chair made up the entire furnishings. I was very surprised to see a large stack of heavy books in one of the corners. From this I guessed that my host would likely be a poor but highly educated person. What then was my surprise to see a very curious type of man staring at me from one of the slight shadows of the room. A wave of panic and fear swept through me as I regarded him more intently His small body resembled very closely that of a dwarf. Through the shadow I could faintly make out his large and ill proportioned head set with a pair of eyes that were glazed and expressionless. His head was set on a pair of deformed shoulders. His feet were very short and crooked. Although he was very short and small nevertheless his appearance somehow gave the impression of superhuman strength I was very frightened by this wierd figure in this solitary place, but I carefully tried to hide my terror from him. In a difficulty steadied voice, I asked 1925 Page 8? F L E C T OR him for lodging untill the storm had passed. He merely nodded his head in consent. His silence made him even more terrifying. For a short time I tried to get him to speak but to all my questions he merely nodded his head or grunted a short reply. When at last the candle began to flicker and go out. he threw himself on the floor and went to sleep. For want of something better to do. I also followed suit. My wet clothing however were so uncomfortable that I could not fall asleep. My sleepless attention was attracted by the sullen roar of the storm. I pitied all those that were caught in this storm without shelter in sight. What was that noise! I was terrified, for 1 now heard with horror a soft whisper in the direction where my host had lain down. Then I heard a slight footfall crossing up and down the room. In sheer terror, I cried out Who’s there?” At this, the noise stopped just as mysteriously as it had begun. On the outside I could again hear the storm even louder than before. Once more my attention was given to the splashing of the rain and the wind beating the cottage in a rage. Fear kept me awake. I strained my eyes into the intense darkness of the room. At first I could not penetrate very far into the recesses of the room, but soon I became aware of a figure silently rising from the floor and creeping toward me. My body became temporarily paralyzed with the sheer hororr and fright of this weird situation. Helplessly I saw this figure creep nearer and nearer to me. Then I suddenly regained control of my faculties and with a crazed yell of fear I blindly jumped through the window, carrying glass and all with me. As I landed in the soft turf beneath I thought 1 heard a strange chuckle of delight. Once more I made my way through rain and wind, for a thousand times more would I rather brave the driving storm than be in the same dark room with that weird and gruesome little man. W. Ackerman, ’25. “Choosing a Vocation” The greatest problem facing any young graduate from High School is, choosing the right vocation, one for which they are suited and one that has ability. When anyone has reached the 4th year in High School, he or she should have some idea of what they will do after leaving school. Before any decision is reached, by which you will decide upon your profession, a close analysis of these points which I will hereby enumerate might be of some aid. 1st. Its earning power must be thoroughly studied. 2nd. Determine the futurity of such a vocation. 3rd. A profession must have ability to serve. 4th. Are you perfectly fitted for that vocation. A profession must have in store much knowledge by which its pursuer will profit much by the experience and of course it must pay. Also a profession must have much honor to give its successive worker. For we may pass away, but our honors will live. Page. H8 1925 '1—-iS: F L E C T OR A young man may be versed along literary lines, namely prose, poetry, writing and argumentation, but takes up a course in Civil Engineering. This young man may succeed but, if he should follow his calling, there is a better chance of success. I rest assured that this subject has already entered everyone’s mind, because we have entered the home stretch of our High School work and soon will begin on life's journey. The subject should be given utmost consideration, for no error must be made. Concluding, a word to the wise is sufficient. Life is too short to allow errors. Don’t take the chance. Be positive, then act. Joe Martin, '25. On a Pig I must tell you what I know about a pig. A pig has four legs; one on each corner; two in front and two behind. (I suppose any fool knows that). Pig’s feet are good to eat, but not until the pig’s done using them. 1 like ’em; 1 like ’em pickled. A pig has got a tail. He sometimes wears it on one side and some times in the middle. I don’t know the style now, but I guess it’s pig style. It’s fun to cut a pig’s tail off. but it’s wicked. A pig is as big as a sheep, if the sheep isn’t too big for the pig. A sheep gambols; pigs don’t gambol. Pigs wash themselves in mud. The more mud a pig's got, the cleaner he thinks he is. I had a pet pig once, he’s dead now. I liked that pig; we were just like two brothers He was lil e my brother Bill—had his nose stuck in everybody’s business. Them’s the only two pigs I am personally acquainted with. Now, that’s all I know about pigs. The Senior JViener Roast Through customary observances, the Seniors are entitled to the honor of being the first to select a date for their social occasion. After a few conventions, about as important as those of the Third Party of 1925, we managed to make arrangements for a Friday in early September. Don't blame me because it was Friday—and a wiener roast too—too much for a God-fearing Lutheran. That Friday was not mediocre. Jauntily, I set out as mettlesome as a knight-errant. The hubub of events that followed was so wild that 1 scarce know how I came home intact. My mentality was so confused that all the science in psychology could not have effected a miraculous restoration of my senses. My courage was dethroned with the indifferent coldness that was placed at my disposal. It seemed, that 1 felt effects of decreasing courage ere I left in quest of “hot dogs” and frolic. But, my spirits were aroused as I beheld a few remnants in loyalty at the place of convening. Perhaps I shouldn’t have said remnants, when I meant Tony and Joe. At that moment, my non-exterminatory good humor conquered my disgust of the affair. Our composed trio then began a fabulous conversation, fabricated for the effect of passing away the minutes, until it was time to begin our much looked for pilgrimage. 1925 Page S9 We rejected a proferred seat in the truck because we were indisposed to partake of the abundance of straw, and accepted a more strategic position in the modern beast of burden, “The Ford.” We were third in line from the front and second in line from the truck, or, in other words, we followed the two vehicles that were in front of us, for there were three in all. Thus we started on our journey to the McCullough agrarian acres. Our journey was not much to relate because the modernists know the comforts of a “jinrikisha” that accompany, touring in a Ford. I might conclude, although 1 have not much to base my arguments on, that the occupants of the truck had a more amiable journey. Ask why? The few incidents of importance may be grouped in the petty races incurred on the road. After much coaxing our “lizzie” changed her disposition, as a woman always does, and began to clatter ahead of our competitors. Although we were indigent of directions, we took the lead and sped on and on and on—we were agog as to the outcome of our determined leadership. Our adherance to the “speed mania” led us to become separated from the party. Thus we were all alone, the “lost battalion” of the excursion. Only the alertness of my quick eye saved us from total mishap. A moment was required, and we were speeding over familiar territory. Our “hound” (1 called it worse than that at times) was again in pursuit of the party and were soon on their tracks. This was the life! The fresh country currents wafted us a general air of welcome. This was only the superficial sentiments of the journey. Our Ford chug-chugged along the dirt road with the ease of a turtle, slow but sure. It was only through hazardous manifestations, that our flivver managed to stick to the ancestor of the modern highway. It was in the bouncing momentum that followed, that I became stricken and my desire for natural scenery almost completely vanished. Even in lugubrious scenes, men remain indisposed. So in less than a minute my instinct returned and I found myself admiring nature in the fullest sense of the word. The breath of autumn had already effected a change on the summer landscape. The fields were wrapt in such a ghostlike darkness, that even the pen-trating eye could distinguish little, except the tall grasses along the roadside. While my mind was thus, occupants had started a buoyant air to lessen the monotony of successive bouncings. Thus singing, we were brought to a sudden halt. I, thinking it to be the end of destination, became extremely overjoyed. My expectations proved false, Ceasar could not have stood a more severe blow, Dei Immortalum! I was so perplexed, that I cannot even recollect the strangeness of my situation— and such a cause it was. Charles Guffey, somehow lost track of his only cap. A collection ensued, but the sum collected was not sufficient to defray the deficit, however. It was Charles’ pet cap. Searching did not reward our efforts so we pursued our suddenly interrupted sojourn. 1 was not prepared for the suddeness of the next abrupt stop. Even Prospero could not force us to capitulate our furore, when the bonfire hove in sight. We speedily disembarked and hurried through the tall grass like a frightened Bison. Page 90 1925 FLEC T OR Our ‘‘bonfire excitation” did not prove to be perpetual throughout the night. I scarce could overcome my determination to join the hob-nob that is common with young folks, especially high school seniors. My sterness however, transfixed my humor and a mingling of pathos ensued. Althouth of a garrulous nature, I could find no words to suit the demands of social activities. My position was boldly drawn to a very percipitous position around the illumination flames. Rain seems to be the end of every perfect day. Just as we were in the act of preparing to partake of some refreshments, the rain, that had been threatening, burst into a traceable continued pouring. This dampened my spirits, and my new suit too. I then found myself following the merrymakers to shelter. On my entry into the neat farm home, euphonic strains of piano execution were predominant: the squabble of chivalry had ceased; dancers were engaged in violent and frantic efforts at “Marathon” eloquence. Girls, with shorn locks, beautified with “bandeaus,” and clothed in obstinate knickers, were whirled about the simple room by their male attendants. This was the first scene of “wild” life that I beheld, and I will not easily forget it. To this sort of recreation, I was unused and I felt very alien in the situation. It took the utilization of strong determination, to make me even a spectator to such a bustle of swaying figures. Every cloud has a silver lining; so 1 will not bother to conclude my thoughts on this scene only. At last, the scene of physical prowess was changed to a scene of “the grinding of teeth.” The American “Hot Dog” was the chief diversion and means of entertainment for the rest of the evening. The carnage of this curious animal was obvious. The ease and celerity with which it disappeared was both am sing and surprising to behold. One of the seniors tried to master the art of speech and still proceed on his glutinous onslought. He failed to the enjoyment of all present. Such was the scene of the obstreperous seniors and their tutors, for I almost totally neglected the latter. The following scene waa that of departure. I will not relate the particulars as the curtain is about to drop. I was little concerned about the main attractions of this scene. You, my dear reader, I hope, are familiar with the farewells and good-byes of this scene. My taxi was ready at my request, in fact, it was ready all night, but I had no inclination for home flight. Did I say taxi? 1 beg your pardon; however, it was our Ford. We took the lead for home water. I could scarcely say, exactly, whether I was in the air or on the seat the most, as we sped along that by-road. It was a late hour, when we arrived in the old familiar Farrell. With my arrival and hasty retirement, my peregrinations were ended for that eventful Friday. A. B. Jr. ‘25. Jean—“Honest, you are the first girl I ever fell for.” Jeanne—“Goodness, Did you get hurt?” Prof. Carpino—“What is the difference between capital and labor?” Fresh Freshman—“Capital is what you loan and labor is what it takes to get it back.” 1925 Page 91 FLECTOR ‘’''Life at ” That night the rain descended and the wind blew. It was in the month of October, when the weather was just as often foul as it was fair. The campus grounds were deserted, making a strange contrast between these deserted, wet grounds and the usual jollity of the students that crowded them at other times. This stormy night was favorable to the plans of certain College Freshmen to hold a meeting, for every one could be found and notified in their dormitories. We gathered, one by one in Anton Bauer’s dormitory, the room chosen for the meeting. The first to enter was John Colecchi and in quick succession came John Sarcinella, Joseph Martin, Harry Berkowitz and Tony Mastroni. Everyone still bore the cruel marks inflicted by the cruel Seniors “We must do something to those Seniors if we hope to secure peace for the rest of the term declared Anton. “Has everyone succeeded in performing what you were commissioned to do?” “Harry and I have secured farmer Hayseed's cow as we were told to do” said John Johnson. ‘‘We hid it not far from here,” “Did you get your ram?” inquired Tony of Joe Martin and John Colecchi. “We could not find a ram so we brought a goat along,” answered Joe Martin. “A goat will do just as well,” said John Sarcinella. “The rain has now stopped. We can now go to get the cow, said Harry Berkowitz. “Don’t make any noise as you leave the building” warned John Colecchi just before he rolled down a flight of steps in the darkness. The ground was very muddy so that we continually slipped and waded through the mud. “There is the place” said Harry, giving us the welcome information that we had at last reached our destination. “We will take the cow with us and return tomorrow for the goat said Anton. The next morning we filed out of chapel to our Science class, with triumphant grins on our faces. As the professor appeared at the doorway, we all screamed, “Professor, look at the cow in our recitation room.” The professor casually remarked, “I see, that is probably the reason for the number of calves around here. The cow had served its purpose of freeing us from our first recitation period. This gave us the opportunity of entering the Senior’s meeting rooms and preparing a surprise for them. John Sarcinella smuggled the goat into the building by hiding it under his coat much as the brave Greek youth that had hidden a stolen fox under his coat. The goat was set loose in the room and then we separated to wait for any developments. That evening a group of Seniors, making their way to the tampered rooms, sternly frowned on us who were idling around the meeting rooms for which they were bound. Page 92 1925 “They are going to receive the surprise of their lives” said Johnson. The Seniors had now entered the rooms and closed the door. Before they had lighted the lights, something had happened. Ow! What was it that hit me” yelled one senior. Soon the Seniors had grown into a medley of yelling and babbling voices. Not overkind words were mentioned. Books were thrown about and all of them were in a wild commotion in that dark with a bucking devil. We had stationed ourselves in the hallway where we could hear all that passed in the Seniors. When we heard their groans and yelling, we burst into a loud roar of laughter. Keep quiet. I think that is the professors” warned Anton. The professors had come running hurriedly, when they heard the loud commotion in our direction. It seemed as though we were trapped, for the direction of their approach cut off all avenues of escape. Run into the senior room and escape through the windows,” advised John Sarcinella, whose presence of mind did not leave him even for an instant. We immediately took his advice and began clambering through the windows of the Seniors. The Seniors also made a lunge for the windows when they heard of their danger. It happened that Joe Martin was the last man to go through the windows. He was half through when it seemed as though he would surely be apprehended by the faculty. I can still remember the vivid look of disgust that crossed his face when the goat decided to help him through the other half of the window with his horns. After this disastrous escapade, they were perfectly satisfied to let us rest in peace. The faculty are still puzzling how farmer Hayseed’s cow and goat ever strayed into the College. Walter Ackerman. ‘ ‘Speak for ) ourself Joh n1 ’ It was during the senior year in college when the chums John Collechi and Harry Berkowitz began to call on a beautiful young girl named Miss Darlington. Harry was a shy lad and would not call on her unless John accompanied him. John, on the other hand found it pleasant to call on her nearly every day. One summer morning John called on her. He found her seated under a large elm tree reading a book under its protecting shade. He sat down beside her and they began to chat pleasantly. At last when all topics had been discussed, a short silence ensued which was finally broken by John’s asking “Dorothy would you leave your parents and your beautiful home to marry a student who will graduate from college in a few months?” Miss Darlington rested her dainty head on John’s shoulder as she replied “I don’t think I would mind.” John began to leave, saying, “Well then I’ll tell Harry that you are willing.” Walter Ackerman. 1925 Page 93 F L E C “Getting Ready ” A ONE ACT PLAY CAST JOHN MONTGOMERY A Modern Husband TWII.A MONTGOMERY John’s Wife ANNA GREENE.......... ................................A Gossip MARGARET JONES................................... An Irish Domestic Time—Evening. Scene—A Drawing Room. John Montgomery is discovered standing with cane and gloves in his hands. I Ie calls to his wife, Twila, who is upstairs dressing for the opera. John My dear, it is seven thirty already; do hurry! I’m sure we'll be ate! Twila—Im’ coming. Be with you in one minute. Has Margaret fastened the gate? John—(aside) I know we’ll be late, (calls)—Oh, Margaret! Margaret—I’m here, sir. What is it that you wish, sir? John—Margaret, is the back gate fastened? Margaret—I’ll see, sir. (turns to go). John—Margaret. Margaret—Sir? John—1 am going to the opera—that is, we are—Mrs. Montgomery and myself. Twila—(calls) John! John—Well, what it is? Twila—Where did you lay my fan? John—I never touched your fan. (looks at his watch). It’s twenty minutes to eight now. I declare. I’m sure we’ll be late. Margaret—(aside), My goodness, I wonder if he means to keep me standing here all night! John—(to Twila) Aw, Im’, going! Twila—Wait! I’m coming now. John—Well, it’s about time you were. Twila—Oh, dear. John—Now, what’s the matter? Twila—Oh, you’ve hurried me so that I’ve gone and dressed without my collar. And I simply can’t go without it! John (aside) Confound her fishhooks! (aloud) Ye Gods! Are you never coming? Margaret—(aside) I’m nather a gate post nor a clothes prop, (aloud) Mr. Montgomery! I'll be goin’ to the kitchen. I left the banes on the stove and I think they’re burnin’ (exit Margaret). John—For mercy’s sake, do come! Twila—(singing) I am coming, darling, coming— John—(sarcastically) How provokingly cool you are. (Enter Twila) Twila—Now, my dear, we’ll be off. (Both start toward the door). Twila—Why, where’s your hat? Page 04 1925 John (feels his head) Good gracious! It’s upstairs—Twila, dear, will you get it for me? Twila You cruel man. (Knock heard from without.) Both—Horrors! Someone at the door! John—Margaret. Margaret—Aye sir. (Enter Margaret). John Margaret, we’re out. Margaret—Yer what? John We’re out, that is, we soon will be. We do not wish to see anyone. You comprehend? Margaret—(angrily) Don’t want to see anyone! I comprehend. Sir, I’m an honest Irish girl and I niver comprehend anybody. Niver! (Prolonged knock at door). John—Go to the door and say we’re out. Margaret—(aside) The man is surely out of his head. (Exit). Twila—Oh my, we’ll never get off! John—My dear, it’s all your fault. Twila—Dear, dear. John hark! Anna—(From without) Take this card to— Margaret—(From without) They’re out mum. Anna Then I'll just step in a moment and write a line or two. Margaret—But they’re out. Twila—Oh grief! It is that awful Anna. Good-bye opera tonight. John—We might as well give up now. (Enter Margaret walking backward followed by’Anna). Anna (aside) Out of the street? Oh, I understand. (Extends hands to John and Twila, aloud). How delighted I am to see you What! Going out. Margaret—You, out. They’re out—outward bound. I forgot part of the words. John Silence, Margaret! Twila—We need you no longer, Margaret. Margaret—Indade. Ye’ll give me two weeks notice. I’ll not lave now. Twila—I mean we do not need you here. You may go to the kitchen. Oh bother! My hair is coming down. Margaret get me a hair-pin quick. (Exit Margaret). Anna What a beautiful dress: is it all silk? John—Part muslin, Miss. Twila—John, you shock me. John (pulls out watch and starts to go) Oh, oh, oh. Anna—Going to Church? John—No, not to Church. Anna—Oh, I see the museum? John—We have an engagement. Anna—A wedding? That’s it, I know. Who is t? do tell me if it is Florence Brown. I thought she and John— Twila—My husband and I are going down town on important business, it is time we were there now. Anna—Anything important? You know I can be trusted. John —Gone, gone, gone. Anna—Hey? 1925 Page 95 F L E C T OR Twila—Anna you will please excuse me this evening, we must go at once. (Enter Margaret with clothes pins in each hand). John—(pointing to watch) We’ve lost our seats. (Twila and Anna take seats). Margaret—(to John) Niver moind me, still, I’ll bring two chairs from the dining room if ye insist. (To Twila) Here’s the pins mum. Twila—Stupid girl, these are clothes pins! Anna—What a silly creature. Margaret—(aside) The idiot. John—Excuse me. I must get my hat. Twila—Oh, he’s a darling man. Anna—Splendid. (A crash heard). Twila—What have you done? John—(Groans) Broken my shins, smashed my hat and upset your toilet stand. Twila—You wretchedly unfortunate man. (Enter John limping with smashed hat in hand). Anna—I must be going. Twila—We are going to the opera. John—To hear the final chorus. Anna—How delightful. Twila—Margaret, keep a sharp look-out. (Exit John, Twila, Margaret into the street. John, Twila go one way, Anna the other). Anna—Well I'm supplied with a lot of fresh news anyway. Gladys Griffith, ’25. Dooms-Day I had been sleeping very soundly when all of a sudden I found myself awakened by a loud noise of thunder. It seemed that this was the signal for the storm to begin for immediately after this, the rain began to fall in torrents, accompanied, it seemed by the thunder and lightning. In a few moments the storm had ended as mysteriously as it had begun. There remained but one remarkable spectacle and that was that the silent flashes of lightning played so fast in the heavens that the atmosphere became even brighter than by day. It dazzled my eyes for an instant. After I had became accustomed to this phenomena, I noticed the beautiful and ideal qualities that all the objects had taken on. The green leaves of the trees, swaying in the beautiful light was a very restful sight. I had practically decided that all these ideal sights were but a dream, when a loud flare of trumpets proudly gave their royal message. It reminded me of the prophesies of the world end on this day. I had never believed these prophesies, but now these curious circumstances forced me to believe that the time had actually arrived. 1 hurried into my clothes and I went outside into the light, although my watch registered 12 o’clock mid-night. Once outside I found myself flying swiftly through the air, probably I thought to the place of judgment. At last I was set off on Mount Everest. Here was our endless line of human beings waiting to learn their fate. Page 96 1925 F L E C T OR There were many whose conscience terrified them so they wept and took only with reluctant steps their way onwards as the line slowly advanced. On the other hand others rejoiced in the way they had carried on their lives and were impatient to be rewarded. I had no feelings of terror nor joy, for 1 reasoned that 1 had done neither wrong, or right during my life. Soon I came near enough to the point where justice was being dispersed to hear some of the trials. At first I took no interest in this for the people were strangers to me. But what was this, there just a few persons ahead of me were some of my class mates and friends. Now John Colecchi with shaking limbs climbed on the witness platform to receive judgement. Poor John his conscience seemed not too much at ease. On the right part of the platform stood a kindly angel, while on the left was Belzebub himself. John Colecchi was indeed frightened when Belzebub pranced up to him to accuse him of his sins and claim him as one of his party. “You, Johntan Colecchi, have sold yourself to me by many wrong deeds. You have driven more than one teacher to the grave by your misbehavior. You have also broken more than one heart of innocent damsels.” “I protest” cried the Angel. “My account of him shows that he is unworthy of this accusation. His harmless pranks in school made his teachers enlivened the teachers and the class. He is also noted for his gentlemanly treatment of girls. The next to be judged were three fair classmates of mine: Florence, Twila and Margaret. It seemed that even Belzebub was overawed by their wonderous beauty and innocence. The girls did neither tremble nor fear for their fate. Immediately the kindly Angel stepped forth. These girls innocence is expressed in their radiant faces. There is nothing to do but change them to Angels at once,” the Angel testified. Now is the turn of a few of my former teachers to receive justice. They had been directly in front of me but I had not noticed them until now. As they stepped upon the witness stand Belzebub tried unsuccessfully of accusing them of tutoring their students too severely. The Angel said that there was a great demand of able teachers in paradise, and that it was desirable of gaining their services for teaching the children in paradise. Then it occurred to me that after all they had schools and teachers in Para-_ ' • dlse. Alas I felt a strange lessening of my desire to follow all my friends. As I stepped on the witness stand Belzebub leaped forward and as an introduction to his accusation he boldly tweaked my nose. It seemed as though he had taken an unprecedented liking to me. But I was in ill humor at this moment. “Now listen here,” I cried out, Let me alone or you’ll regret it, I'm a real She devil when I’m aroused.” At this Belzebub began a regular procession of accusations against me, “your Honor, he said, “you have yourself heard him say that he is a devil.” I stood all these accusations with indifference for would not the Angel rescue me as he had done the rest. I was confident in myself for as one of my friends says, “If you have no confidence in yourself, nobody ever will.” But the Angel had strangely disappeared from his post. I later learned that he had gone to get a drink of water'. As I was led away to enter the lower regions my only remaining hope of comfort was of finding some of my acquaintances down there with me. Walter Ackerman. Jokes SPACING When he first came to see her. He showed a timid heart. And when the lights were low-. They ast thus far apart. But when his love grew warmer. And learned the joy of a kiss, They left out all the spaces AndSatLpCloseLikeThis. Margaret— And he kissed me last night. Twila “How' many times. Margaret—“Shucks, I came to confess and not to boast. He—“Say, Twila. may 1 come over to n ight?” She—“Sure, John, come on over. He—“Why, this isn't John. She—“This isn't Twila either. Click!! You know the modern flapper. Of her looks I'd say this much She has that school girl complexion. And the skin you love to touch. But, what is more, take this from me. She is not all she’s said to be. Prof. McCullough says: Last summer I used to call the pigs to feed by-rapping on the wooden pig pen. Now the wood (rockers are driving the pigs crazy by calling them all over the places.” Florence Didn't 1 see you sitting on John's lap last night? Gladys Well, didn't you advise me to sit on him if In- got sentimental Junior 'Schdtmps std elphtme cctnnrsy. Senior— Yes, mprdlsthz nhlm bdcgyyx. . John J. Why did you go driving with that Venus on such a cold night? Weren't you good and cold? Benj. S.— You bet. Good....and cold. Miss Eckles John, you're chewing gum. John C.— I know I am. Ole John D.—“Tony, why did they ever set an age limit on voting? Antonius— To keep kids like Benny out of it.” Junior to Hick, a staunch Senior Which is correct, a herd of camels or a flock of camels?” Hick—“Neither a pack of camels. Page 98 1925 John J.—“What is passage poetry?” Mr. Peterson—“What will happen when a current is passed thru a wire in a uniform field?” Ant—“It will get exited.” Mr. Peterson—“What is the most convenient form in which to conduct electrici ty?” Mildred (suddenly overcome)—“Why-er-” Mr. Peterson— I’m glad that you are taking an interest in this.” Seen at the style show, Beautiful hats, gorgeous dresses, “Sarcy” and “Chick.” Miss Eckles—“To-day, beginning with Warren Thompson, we will review all the authors of the rare Elizabethian Age. Mr. Shearer—“The care I give my bank account proves an old saying.” P. O. D. Class “What?” Mr. Shearer—“A fool and his money are soon parted.” Ben Stahl—“Yes, but how did the fool and the money get together in the first place?” Mr. Peterson—“Who is Joule?” Joe Moses (very absent mindedly) “I don't know the girl you mean.” • Mr. Peterson “What is the thirty-first experiment?” Harry Berk.—“The one after the thirtieth. Miss Eckles—“What was the inscription on Shakespeare’s Tomb? Mildred D.—“For heaven's sake, let my bones alone.” Miss Charlton (in Geometry)—“Joe, what was the rule for that statement?” “Pepper”—“Oh, some rule we had.” - And what is so rare as a day in June, When bootleggers get their stills in tune. Twila (thoughtfully)—“Gee! It must have taken that man a long time to be a hundred years old.” John J.—“How would you define a pedestrian?” John D.—“It is generaly defined as a raw material for an accident.” Little drops of water With glycerine added in Makes denatured alcohol Taste like Gordon’s Gin.” 1925 Page. 99 FLECTOR sfer 2 Year 1624— Indians sell Manhattan Island for a case of whiskey. Year 1924- Citizens offer to swap back. Senior—“Those ‘freshies’ are like real estate.” Junior—“How’s that?” Senior—“They’re a green and empty lot. Harry Berk.—“I notice Twila has an inferiority complex.” Walter A.—“I hate those foreign cars. Don’t you?” U. R.—“Who is next to the biggest liar in the world? I. M.—“You, of course.” U. R.— Well then, you're the biggest.” Mr. Peterson once quoted “When your armature is stationary, it is riot moving.” Of course we all expect that much. John C. to Miss Mathews—“I hear the world’s cornin’ to an end.” Miss Mathews—“Yes. Throw your gum in the waste paper basket.” Margaret—“Twila, did you ever visit Florence, Italy?” Twila—“Why, yes I’ve been to her home many times.” Miss Cooley (in Biology class)—“And why is the outer ear curved so?” Simply a sophomore—“1 guess it’s to make it harder to wash.” J. D. Shearer (in P. 0. D.)—“What is an asset?” Florence A.—“It is something supposed to come in but hasn’t come in yet.” Senior—“Here Sonny, do you know what a Freshman is?” Still Green—“What? Senior—“Only a small body of humanity entirely surrounded by ignorance.” Mr. Peterson— What is the pressure at the top of a water tank?” Anton—“Nothing.” Mr. Peterson—“That’s a good thing to remember.” Miss Charlton (explaining Solid Geometry) We have the figure on the boarcj- Now, Mildred, let’s see if you can go through with the proposition? Station POD broadcasting: “York is an important town. It has 6,000 souls and 12,000 soles, we can press. The population of my home town is 800 when I’m there and 799 when I’m not there.” “In regards to methods of learning I can learn by ear better than any other mothod.” What’s your brain for Prof?” “In the long run, you find that a college diploma isn't worth a nickel.” We can wager that it cost more than a nickel to print it. “Our exceedingly high divorce rate is not an evil omen.” This made Solomon turn over in his grave. Page 100 1925