Jersey Shore High School - Orange and Black Yearbook (Jersey Shore, PA)

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'K fb:-. Bv Ilerm ,Q-1 Charles Potter BULLETIN OUR BAND PASSES A rumble is heard. Then a trumpet blast: Someone shouts the word, The band will go past. The rumble grows louder. The music more clear, Now everyone's watching, The band's getting near. The crowd leans forward: They're all waiting on The high-stepping drum major, And his twirling baton. The crowd grows excited, They're beating their feet, Now the band's passing, Hear that drum beat. They're dressed in bright colors, Best clothes of the day: The Orange and Black, So bold and so gay. They're always out cheering, For our teams to win. The music they play Gives them vigor and vim. They're yours, fellow students, So let's give them a hand. And go on marching forward With our own High School Band. William Boswell '3 8.

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8 THE ORANGE AND BLACK SCHOOL INTEREST ET'S forget homework, class work, and the usual trend of school and look for a different phase of interest in J. S. H. S. Pause for a moment on the main floor at the trophy case. This piece of furniture was a parting gift of the class of '32. While admiring its contents, we must realize that these were acquired through perseverance of our football and basketball teams of this and former years whose philosophy was SO MUCH THE LABOR, SO MUCH THE REWARD. By their untiring and conscientious efforts, they received true satisfaction and what they have done will remain as a true memorial of them. Let us see if we cannot preserve their ideals and add to their glorious principles. A few moments can be profitably spent in wandering around the halls on the second floor. The row of lockers was a gift to the school from the class of 1935. In one corner of the library is a file desk representing the class of 1929. The velvet curtains, the huge desk in the library, and several others, all are parting gifts of various classes bequeathed to their Alma Mater for our benefits. With all these advantages, student interest should be stimulated and students encouraged to preserve the ideals of our school and our high school training will surely make us a success at all our undertakings. Betty Brown. ' 3 8 TO THE CLASS OF '37 INCE you have reached your port in safety which you so conscien- tiously set out to achieve, it seems only fitting and proper that we, as underclassmen, express our thoughts concerning you before you launch out on the Ocean of life. During the four years you have been students in this high school, you have succeeded in accomplishing much that has helped to raise and uphold the prestige of our school. The examples you have set for us are very worthy of our praise. It is our duty to take up your work which you are about to lay down and we hope we can continue as well. Now you are compelled to steer your own ship. Will you guide your boat in a straight course for the Port of Success , or will you wander out and become lost on the Sea of Failure ? Your teachers, who have been your Captains during your previous four years trip will not be with you, but they will be at the dock when the ship returns to see if you've had Bon Voyage . And so. let us bid farewell to the Class of '37 and with Good Luck ringing in your ears from your Captains and the rest of the Crew , trust that your Ocean voyage will be a pleasant one and hope that you reach your desired harbor in safety. Betty Brown, ' 3 8

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I0 THE ORANGE AND BLACK A STORY, NOT A LIE DEAR FRESI-IMENI It was yesterday, if I remember correctly, that Professor P. I. Oggledorf of the Jersey Shore Institute for Numbskulls, came to me and asked very humbly if I could spare a few moments of my precious time to write a little story for you Freshmen. I grew very angry at this request. I-Ie knew every minute of my time squandered was a dollar out of my pocket. I flatly refused. Then seeing as how he had his heart set on it, I asked him what kind of a yarn these little boys would enjoy. His face brightened up at once - Oh, make up a lie about Clark Gable or some other De Vine person. Well, now first of all, I want you Freshmen to understand that I am a man of sterling character, and naturally took the make up a lie statement as a little joke. Yes, never tell a lie, boys - especially to Mr. Grugan. There is another little point I wish to make clear before I pro- ceed -- don't get the impression that I am a braggart or blow-horn. The last thing I'd do would be to fill you boys with something that wasn't the gospel. The story I'm going to tell you today is a little incident in my life which I shall always remember. During my Senior year at the Institute - That was back in '37, shortly after the big flood - I was nominated and elected the President of Room 14 -- a worthy honor as some of you might know. Well, boys, the first semester, executive duties were performed with much satisfaction, and the room, as a whole. was well pleased. But as time elapsed. different students began to com- plain: some said I was becoming too powerful - which I was: I had demoted Mr. Noll, our home room professor, to chief-pencil-sharpener. Others claimed I was being bribed: this, of course, was false. Still others said I was not executing my duties faithfully, and was not show- ing proper conduct for one in such a dignified position. Then I began to hear rumors for my impeachment. I knew that something must be done, and done quickly! But before I had my wits collected, I was subject to a very degrading disgrace. Mitchael Sebas- tian Wolf, a hated enemy of mine, because I beat his time with a girl. drew up a bill of impeachment which he surrendered to the mercy of the students. I was ousted immediately, and a new president set up in my place. Many disparaging remarks were said then and there, one of which I remember very distinctly. Dwight Cable arose from his seat, drew himself to his full height, and said, Gentlemen, I was in a restaurant the other night, and our President came in asking me where my wife was. That wasn't so bad but my lady friend was there. Well, Gentlemen, you can imagine my embarrassment. Next, George Porter, who later became the new home room President, staggered to his feet. and revealed something to this effect, Gentlemen, of all these mis- demeanors committed by our President, there is one that is unpardon- able'-- pilfering another man's woman. So, Mr. Callahan, let me in- form you that your whole downfall was brought about by the severe