Grover Cleveland High School - Clevelander Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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Other countryfcrossers are foe Caruso and Sal Corralloq so give them halos, too. Xot to be outdone by our senior knights, the squires entered a worthy team to represent them in intrafniural basketball in our castle. The team was good enough to gain a berth in the playoffs and made our older cousins a little envious. In case you havent heard, three of our outstanding basketball ithletes, Frank Militello, Russell Barone, and Anthony Pellerite are looking forward to halos. Vv'henever there is need for a debate up there, donlt fail to call on Ladies Iosephine Siracuse and Qarah Tornabene. They had their pictures in the newspaper this year for achieving honorable mention in outside debate activities. A subject no one can debate on is Sir Don Celano's talent in imitating Al folson. Rumors are flying that when he gives off, with his specialty, 'gStvanee , it is impossible to tell the difference between him and the original. Heres a notice to give the harpists there in eternity. Tell them Sir Victor Petock is coming to accompany them on the bass. He plays it very well. P.S. He can also hold it up. Perchance, Richard, from your loft in eternity, you have heard the sweet rhythm of Squire foe fhimera and his band, or the drumming of Squire foe Rizzuto. They're ours, too. 'Two halos, please. Vfell, now that our time is up, well let you close the door on this letter until the day we meet late to face in heaven. fAhem.'j 'Your squiresfinfwaiting, Rose Perna and Tom Alessi, l-19.

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I 5 i I I i I J , , I i bquires .Quarters , ,fi A The Middle Ages 5 ' Z- Open the gates, Richardf You were very well known in 1947, but now that you are dead and behind the pearly gates, we squiresftofbeeinneflqnights want to recall a few memories with you. Doing the what came naturally, we squires, as you recall, really accomplished things this year. For example, Lady Loretta Scinta was the winner of a book for having the highest junior average. Lady Loretta also finished Cicero in one term. Save a halo for Squire lVIicl1ael Gianturco, too, for he also was awarded a book. Reason? Brains. Other runnerfuppers on King Honor Roll's list this year were Angeline Conti, Ellen lVfcElroy, Sarah Tornabene, Rita Vaccaro, Vincent Vullo, Russell Barone, Russell Salerno, Rose Mar'i'e Cimo, Christobel Short, john Patti, and Iosephine Siracuse. Then, too, we were quite proud of our Md7'1'C Rosso and her picture of Mr'. Kennedy -ff the painting which won first place in the schoolfwide art Contest. In fact, you tell Nlichelangelo and Rubens up there that Rosso and Faso will some day be our contribution to the great artists of heaven. Have you ever seen Al Faso slqetcli? .No wonder he was made art editor of the Yearbook. He's marvelous f--good in sports, too 7 cross country particularly.

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Z3 A S Loretta Scmta '48 Karen had heard the tale only a day before. It was not only an eerie story, as might be expected, but also a rather sad one. It was the legend of a young bride, who, returning from a visit, had been lost in a blizzard. This had happened years ago when horses, rather than automobiles, were used for transportation, when there were wide, unpopulated expanses of plains instead of farms. This was a popular legend, since the supposed scene of tragedy was nearby. In fact, a few of the neighbors declared that they had actually seen a ghostly figure on horseback drift by them during a storm. Her moaning, they said, was always heard, calling for someone to join her. Karen, of course, had no belief in this fable . After all, neither dead people nor their spirits can roam about! Karen went to bed early that night. From her window she could see the snow swirling wraith-like in the arms of another blizzard. As she looked at the raging storm, her thoughts abruptly turned to the tale of the young bride. At length she fell asleep, still thinking about it! The house was quiet. Only the whistling of the wind could he heard. Suddenly Karen sat up in bed. Was it a moan? She looked at the clock near her bed - three-thirty A.M. The family was asleep. She looked out of the window, and although she could see nothing, she was certain someone was calling for help! Hurriedly she put on her boots, threw on a coat and scarf, and ran out of the house toward the sound of the moan. With a driving wind blowing the snow into her face, she found it diliicult to see or even to breathe. She called out, trying to locate the person in trouble. Suddenly a young woman on horseback ap- peared. It could not be true, but Karen could see through her! The woman beckoned to Karen, who stood stunned with terror. Finally Karen pulled herself together and turned toward home. But a cold hand stopped her. As she struggled to free herself, Karen pulled something from the ghostly hand. Then, freed, she ran toward the house. Next morning Karen awoke, feeling that her weird experience, still vaguely remembered, had been only a dream. She would have been satisfied to believe that but for two things. She saw that her coat, carelessly thrown over a chair, was wet, and in her hand she was clutching a ring - a small, old-fashioned silver wedding ring! Judges of Short Story Contest: Mrs. Ruby, Miss Wilfert, Mr. Pike, Mr. Eagan. N-I