Harter High School - Memories Yearbook (West Nanticoke, PA)

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FACULTY MR. KEARNS PRINCIPAL JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL LEFT T0 RIGHTS MISS VIRTUE, MISS STADITS, MRS. BRISLIN, MRS. DOBSON, MISS LOGUE, MISS MC CARTHY MR. LAMMERS, MR. LEHET, MR. HARWOOD, MR. DAVIS, MR. HoYNowsKI, MR.. DELANEY. ABSENTZ MRS. DAVIS 4

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ACU LTY BOARD OF EDUCATION Left to Right: Mr. Edward Lore, Mr. William Bradley, Mr. James Mahon Mr. Andrew Romanick, Mr. Robert Knapp IOHN M. REESE PRINCIPAL SENIOR HIGH SCHOOL LOUIS I. GAWAT SUPERVISING PRINCIPAL 3

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filkiory ET us take a walk back through the years--oh let's say back to 1947 and watch the anxious freshman class, with all the excitement of their first year in high school. We entered rooms nine and twelve which were to be our home rooms. It was a large class of 6'7 under the supervision of Mr. Hoynowski and Mr. Delaney. That wonderful first year was an exper- ience that we shall all remember. Laws of the school said that we could talk to Seniors, enter in ourselves when we found time. Actually, there were a few things we did and skipping classes, making noise in assemblies, chewing gum in our classes and talking back to the teachers. We learned not to do this after a few hours on detention . The most distressing factor in our freshman year was the terrible fire which brought sadness to many. As we enter our sophomore year, we counted 65 pupils being divided into two new home rooms-Miss Virtue being in room three and Mrs. Davis in room six. Outside of our studies we found time to have the Valentine Dance. Music was furnished by the Blue Valley Boys, and a great evening was had by all. . Now, we looked ahead to the next year which in every students life is the first year of liv- ing . The Junior and Senior years proved to be the most exciting of all years. You are some- thing when you reach this pinnacle of life, so the Frosh say. Yes, we were Juniors. We had survived last year's grueling battle and were ready for the kill. Operation Graduationi' was just a year away. Can we make it? Then came many long meetings, discussing the activities of the year through which we had to make all the money possible. The Harvest Dance was the first big event of the year and was a howling success. The Junior Prom meant many hours of hard work and the co-operation of every Junior, but in the end, we were repaid with enjoyment and satisfaction. Yes, our Junior year can be related as an unforgettable experience for us because we were slowly learning the plain fact that we had just one year left in school. Never again could we be Juniors in Harter High School. Now we are Seniors, the top gf Qur preliminary training f0I' life. ln 21 few l'n0l'lthS Oper- ation Graduation will become reality. The big event of our Senior year was our Snowball Dance. The class worked hard to decorate the gym for the occasion. It represented a winter scene and The Queen elected was Marie Jola. All attendants were attired in delicate colors carrying beautiful bouquets of White carnations. Jay Klinetob, President of the class, crowned the Queen with a halo of white carnations. Couples sensing the aroma of romance danced to- gether as if in a dream. The date for our Senior play was selected by Miss McCarthy for April. The name of the play is Who's Batty Now, it was enjoyed by everyone. The first half of the basketball season was a howling success when our boys took the championship in the last ten seconds of the game with Jerry Hunlock and Stanley Pinker Pincofski being the heroes of Harter High. The May Queen elected was Rose Ragukonis and Ardis Rogers as maid of honor. All the Senior girls are acting as attendants. Now before we hardly have time to collect ourselves, it is all over. Yes, these four whole years which we saw very dimly then, which we thought would be so long, are gone. We are very grateful to our principal, Mr. Reese, to all the teachers we have had in those years who have been so patient and understanding in their guid- ance. The memories of them and of our classmates will drift back reminding us of our good old high school days in our own Harter High School. Now we say farewell. 5