Girard College - Corinthian Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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Faculty ART AND MUSIC BUSINESS Left to Right: Mr. C. Maillardet, Dr. W. Zeil, Left to Right: Dr. J. White, Mr. J. Sungep. Miss J. Stacks, Mr. R. Morrison, Mr. A. Falatico. MECHANICAL SCHOOL Left to Right: Mr. G. Shuster, Mr. H. Heck, Mr. W. Moore, Mr. C. Hatcher, Mr. W. Focht, Mr. A. Daffin. PHYSICAL EDUCATION LIBRARY Front: Mr. D. Wolstcnholme, Mr. J. Warnc. Back: Mr. Stys, Mr. Tenley, Mr. J. Gibson. Left to Right: Mrs. E. Cheney, Mrs. George, Miss McFate, Mrs. L. Holman.

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West EihI The West End was the take-off of our Girard marathon.” As newbies” we found and made our friends, shared our pleasures and possessions, and learned the art of living to¬ gether. These were the happy-go-lucky days when we had neither cares nor worries, nothing to interrupt our fun, except the occasional Left to Right: Mrs. Lawrence L. Mervine (Miss Nancy E. Hutchison), Miss H. R. Craig, Miss E. Verrier, Mr. C. B. Sweigart. Left to Right: Mr. Ogden, Mr. Dunkle, Mr. Wileman. The trading of baseball cards, and playing leanies” and matchies” the wild water-bomb fights and the muggers of secy” 10, the snow¬ ball forts and battles, and our races to the top of the coal pile, will be some of the adventures all of us will long remember. On the light side there were our gardens where we planted rad¬ ishes, onions, potatoes, carrots, and anything else that would grow. We saw many housies” come and go, among them was Mr. Julian whose pitch¬ ing skill kept us in awe during showers. This was also the time of our Halloween Parades when everybody wanted to be a hobo. J unie was our first chance to be waiters and eat like the biggies. sting of Mr. Sweigart’s shovel. We’ll always re¬ member the walks to breakfast, the Saturday afternoon movies, and the wonderful hours of play. In Westie” we had our first Hum ginnies the kite contests, the visits of the Good Friends Monster which always kept Mr. Brasner full of stories. Who will ever forget the old sayings I’m as round as a penny and I weigh a ton; that’s why my name is Mr. Pennington, or Here’s a nickel and there’s the sum; my name’s Mr. Nicholson.” Yes, it was the good life. Junior School Up the road, up to Junie,” where we began to know the unity of belonging to one secy” and the competition of secies” in intramural, where the govies” mothered us with firmness and with sympathy; where we learned that we had to take care of ourselves. We, the Disney¬ land,” the hours of grudging” in front of the fire place, the Student Center on Saturday afternoon, and such expressions as: around the apparatus go” and Otto Greenspan.”