Hazleton High School - Janus Yearbook (Hazleton, PA)

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Senior Class History In the early fall of 1934, we, the class of '37, approached an enormous mountain. The top was not clearly visible to us below, straining our eyes to see it. We started on our long journey-a journey that was destined to be- come one of renown-of outstanding accomplishments and fond memories. Our capable guides, Lawrence Marchetti, Herbert Richards, and Helen Fritz, led us carefully, for we were a green, inexperienced group, too eager to plunge ahead to discover what lay in store for us. Our long, tedious journey led us to the Blue and Orange Inn , where we stopped to observe Sophomore Day. During the day we delighted to the gay antics of some of our talented group -Mary Ann McClintock, Adele Goeser, John Stetz, David Roderick, Mildred Fornatoro, James Goeser, Harold Klemow, Anna Rose Sager, Robert Lewin, Reba Dessen, and Reva Martin. Critics acclaimed our performance as one of the finest ever staged thereabouts. We topped the fun with a dance in the evening to the strains of Jack Ross's orchestra. After a few months rest, in order to prepare us for the harder trek ahead, we started on the second lap of our journey. We elected new guides to lead us through the second stage of our treacherous climb to the top. Herbert Richards, Daniel Collice, and Jayne Walters gladly donated their services. After completing half of our journey, we again stopped at an inn for relaxa- tion. Our entertainment was provided by some of those who had entertained at our last stop, and by some newly discovered talent. Our hearty thanks went to Helen Clare Holman, Helen Ratomsky, James Congell, Max Schul- man, Jeanne Feeley, Joseph Podany, Reba Dessen, Reva Martin, John Stetz, Anna Rose Sager, Marie Somers, Ethyl Stewart, Leo Roland, Walter Snyder, Jeanne Wear, and many, many more talented members who aided in making this a joyful occasion. In the evening, we danced to the snappy tunes of Nick F essina's orchestra. And so, in the fall of 1936, we reached a point where we could see the top of the mountain looming majestically ahead of us-we could realize that our long climb was just about ended. In full view of the top, we took our last rest and relaxed while we watched The Promoters , Reba Dessen and Reva Martin, Mary Ann McClintock, Roy Brandau, Jeanne Feeley, Ann Nicholson, James Congell, Kathleen Boyle, Herbert Richards, Clark Sinex, Helen Clare Holman, Jack Gallagher, Mariam Rosenberg, Thelma Schiller, Helen Reinmiller, and John Stetz perform for us. The evening brought us a dance to the music of Nick Fessina's orchestra. Now, after our final fare- well program and graduation, we stand on the highest peak of the mountain, looking down on one side at the swarms of eager, anxious students climbing the same path that we have just left, thinking, possibly, the same thoughts -and looking with anticipation, as we did, to the top-the pinnacle of the mountain. On the other side we see the golden dawn breaking-and in the distance are more mountains to climb-and valleys to plunge into. We no longer have our guides to lead us-these paths we must travel alone. We may climb the mountains, or plunge into the valleyebut we can always turn with a feeling of pride and faith in ourselves, and look back at the sun washed mountain that we climbed together. We F CQUUSMZ

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,,. A President Secretary Jeanne F eeley, James Sheppard, Herbert Richards, g'fTJ'3'f in if-fu I 1 Vice-President J , 9 . , , I5 In X'-8. Pg V,-Y., 1 fr iv! .II , , ig' .3 fi Anne Nicholson, 1 Treasurer ' Senior Council 44 Top Row-LaRocc0, DeMatt, Dorneman, Burke, Gallcrglzer, Roderick Seated:-Plesce, Richards, Wettrcm, Matteo, Howells, Woodrirng, Sfetz 712 C 61705 1957 I 1 G 7 w 1

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In Fond Memory ANTHONY CALDERO' There comes a time in every year, When for a true friend we shed a tear. Though We are forced to part, A fond memory will linger in many a heart. There comes a time in every year, We miss this friend kind and sincere. Though he has gone from our sight, His memory lingers like a celestial light. There comes a time in every year, When We are glad and filled with cheer, And thankful We knew him for a while, And felt the warmth of his smile. There comes a time in every year, When for a true friend we shed a tear. Though We know this friend whom all did love Has gone to the resting place above. Thelma Schiller I 18 I