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

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12 THE ORANGE AND BLACK A BRAIN STORM -a couple of ripe tomatoes weather a storm - and how! DOUGLAS DE VINE NE hot summer day James Bergstrom, Creferred to as Berky through the rest of the storyj, and I were taking our usual after- noon siesta. Of course, we were in a secluded spot so that our parents couldn't find us and put us to work. Don't get the idea that we're lazy. We just lacked ambition. We had just returned from an escapade in Berky's garden where we had secured the most luscious tomatoes, the cream of the crop if I may say so. Since Berky had successfully iilched his mothers salt shaker, these tomatoes were really a luxury. Shucks! I wish there was something to do, I said. Why do you want to do anything? yawned HBerky bringing his nose out from inside a large tomato. It takes all my excess energy to lift this tomato up to my mouth. It's useless to talk to a fellow in that frame of mind: so I let him put his nose back into the tomato, which was about as big as a water- melon. Because I was using my head for something besides a hat-rack, I was suddenly hit by an idea that almost bowled me over. I rolled over to tell Berky about it and accidentally put my hand on the tomato he was eating, smearing it all over his face, What are you trying to do? sputtered 'ABerky . Ruin my 'school girl' complexion? What complexion are you talking about? Your face looks like a rusty tin can, I retorted. Okay, wise guy, you're not exactly a Clark Gable or Robert Tay- lor yourself, remarked A'Berky , wiping the remains of tomato from his face. Say, you bad excuse for a human being, if you want to hear what l have in mind, you'll have to shut your mouth so I can see your face. Okay, brains. Well, I was lying here looking at the sky when an airplane came into view. I was wondering if we could build a model of it? I ex- plained. Say, I think you have something there, said Berky , showing the first bit of ambition he had shown since he kicked the rungs out of the cradle. We immediately ran down to my house where my brother had a collection of airplane magazines. After a few hours of looking through these magazines, we finally decided upon the model we would try to build. Since Berky and I were not a couple of J. P. lVlorgan's, we had to inveigle our parents into giving us the necessary 'Adoughf' After much dickering around we finally collected the required funds and sat down to fill out our order, which we mailed, Then, having worn off our excess energy, we retired to our hideout to finish the tomatoes.

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JERSEY SHORE HIGH SCHOOL 1 1 precision and accuracy. We are given background in English and his- tory: and so we could enumerate the values of each subject, to say noth- ing of the benefits gained in our own individual study on all of these things contrived to increase our faculties of concentration and deep thought. There is also a side of education that builds character, an ele- ment whose importance cannot be stressed too much. The responsi- bilities held in student governments and extra curricular functions, the very practice of being regular in our work develops important points in character. In our association with the large group of students around us, Hne points in personality and ability to get along with our fellow-men are developed, to say nothing of the many strong bonds of friendship that are formed. Many are events which now seem trifling but which will some day be memorable to us. I It is to the purpose of perpetual commemoration of these golden days that such a volume as this Annual has been conceived, in the hope that each memorable occasion may become, as the poet would have it, Cherished gems in our treasure chest of memories. COMMENCEMENT BETTY BROWN HIS fourth year of high school is at last fading into dim recollection. Soon are the joys, the pleasures, and the important events of high school life to close. In the short time left, the class members, some joyfully, some sadly, are all pursuing their last studies in this hall of knowledge. We have finished our high school career, and on commencement night as friends and relatives gather to bestow greetings, we realize with regret that we must bid farewell to school-day joys and to its trifling troubles. We have finished our last high school year. It is not with sorrow that we should part, but with determination to do what lies in our power. Wondering over these last events does not express the pathos of actual graduation. It is with glad hearts that the excitement and pleasure of commencement is anticipated, but it is with a sad feeling that the last words are spoken, the last songs are sung, and the exodus begun. Speaking as one of the graduates of the Class of '38, I wish to express my sincere gratitude and heartfelt appreciation for the coopera- tion ofthe faculty in helping us to accomplish our aim, and wish to try, with their inspiration, to fight the game called life. So as we pass down the goal which we have striven to hold upward for four years, we release it with the fullest confidence and know that it is passing into staunch, dependable hands that will always carry it up- ward for Old High.

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JERSEY SHORE HIGH SCHOOL 13 After a few days of eating more tomatoes we were getting to look so much like a tomato that Berky picked me out of the garden and almost bit my head off. The model kits finally arrived and saved us from turning completely into tomatoes. We immediately set to work on these models and in a few days had them finished. Berky, the dumb Swede , practically amputated four of his fingers when he tried to use a razor blade to carve out his propeller. Boyl Look at this 'beaut,' exclaimed Berky holding up his model for inspection. I think I'll try a non-stop flight across the ocean in this. I think 'brute' would be a better word to describe that bunch of junk, I said. As a model builder you would make a good garbage collector. Okay, but I'll bet mine will fly farther than yours! retorted Berky. I'll take you up on that, I exclaimed. We'll go up in our attic and sail them out the window. We then went up to the attic where we flipped a coin to see who would try to fly his model first. Berky lost, and his model imme- diately flew a direct course - to the ground. I stood back and laughed so hard I thought I would break a rib. Finally, however, I subsided and prepared to launch my model on its initial flight. I leaned out the window and let it go. It flew with the exactness of a stone dropped from the Eiffel Tower, and Berky started to roar with laughter. This only goes to show you that He who laughs last laughs the longest. . MY EXPERIENCES AS A LOW DOWN SKUNK TRAPPER - remember that day? WILLIAM MCGOWAN OW to relate to you my experiences as a trapper. I had about a dozen and a half traps set in the hollow and looked at them every morning before going to school. The results were as follows: first morning, nothingg second morn- ing, nothing: third morning, rabbit hair: fourth morning, a rabbit Cbut I let him goj, Hfth morning Cbelieve it or notj two skunks with just a little white behind their heads. Very purty to look at from a distance. I caught the first one on a trail leading to a hole by a dam. Determined to follow the instructions that I had received to a I took off my gloves Cmuch to my regret laterj and laid down my gun. Ready? Sez I to myself. Ready , I sez. So I walk very slowly toward Mr. Polecat, never making a sudden motion. Up went his tail. But a McGowan retreat? No, sir. Everything went O. K. When I kept moving up he kept moving back until he reached the end of his chain. The unexpected then happened! I got it right across the chin and chest.