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

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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

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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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JERSEY SHORE HIGH SCHOOL ll influence of a skirt. May this incident forever be a lesson to you. And so it was, boys. Now let this little story also be a lesson to you- keep the women out of your school affairs. So-long, boys! Wishing you the best of luck. I am, Always ready to give you any advice. Jack Methuslam Callahan. DISGUSTANCY, REGUSTANCY, AND DARN WELL DISGUSTED ET it be understood that fishing is to me a thing of great joy. It brings sweet contentment to my soul and soothes my weary brain. However, there are times when, to admit this causes me no little pain, times when I am tempted to forsake my soul, to abandon my brain to the Draculas and Frankensteins of modern fiction, to the maddening systems and devilish figures and counting of bridge, to the haunting and hateful rhythm of Swing Music - in short, to desert to that sport of kings and presidents, Hshing. The reader must realize that before the ardent fisherman reaches this momentous decision several stages must be reached. This rule ap- plies to both fly and bait fishermen, although the fly fishermen's faith is somewhat harder to shake. These forementioned stages consist of disgustancy, regustancy, and darn well disgusted. I will illustrate these three preceding stages so that the reader can form a vivid mental picture of each. These pictures may become useful to him in the future discussions of this nature. The man who buys a dozen dry flies and cancels a good golf date, so that he may get up at three the next morning and Without waiting to eat breakfast, drive twenty miles to a trout stream in hopes of a good catch can, after fishing for three hours without a strike, remark to him- self as one gentleman to another, this is disgusting. Then, however, after the gentleman has fished for another hour and succeeded in losing most of his flies and breaking the tip of his rod, he may murmer to himself that he is regusted , but. remembering the code of a sportsman, he laughs at his joke, but very faintly. Now, my friends, consider the gentleman fishing despondently during the fifth hour, when, it begins to rain as if the very heavens were bathing, when he snags one of his boots, and it promptly fills with water, when he realizes that he is five miles from his car, and he is wet and hungry, then, and, only then, do the woods ring with provocations, and darn well disgusted resounds in the ears of all those within a two mile radius of the spot. As we take one last look at the gentleman he is vowing never again. Truly is it said, never is a long time, and in this case it is about three weeks. I say this with a sound knowledge of such experiences to back my statements. I have endured ordeals such as these in the past and now call them fun. I undoubtedly will endure many more of them in the future and when they too have faded into the past they will be remembered as, fun. Edward Schmidt '38,