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

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JERSEY SHORE HIGH SCHOOL 17 TOMORROW ROBERT WOODHOUSE Tomorrow our troubles will all be ended, Tomorrow dull care will be swept away, No longer will sorrow and joy be blended, The clouds will be banished that dim today. The struggle and strife will cease tomorrow, And life will be joyous, and bright, and free: The worry will end, and pain and sorrow- And all the world will be filled with glee. Now, why do you sit blank staring, As if these assertions had struck you dumb? The prophesy's safe, though it may seem daring Tomorrow, we know, will never come. - DIARY OF A DEBUTANTE QWith Apologies to The Recordnj -a local deb gives us the low down! JANE HOLBROOK Sunday: No need to go to Eagles Mere: we have some nifty skiing right here. It got much better after about an hour, when we had it packed down, and sometimes I went so fast it seemed like the Alps. Went down to the White Pig and the bunch of us had quite a merry time. Bar-B-Q's and hot chocolate hit the spot. Saw A Yank at Oxford with Jack, and Robert Taylor still is tops with me! Monday: Arrived at old J. S. H. S. ready to conquer all except Math. My Iirst business was to go in search of someone who knew his Trig. Thanks to Bill, I was saved. Journalism Club looked like an Old Maid's Convention with all the bull sessions going on. Old Maids Bittner and Simon were in their glory---jabbering. Spent a hectic evening playing Funny Rummy at Downs'. Tuesday: Had a stiff day with all my subjects. Gym was welcomed when it arrived the fourth period. Everyone forgot her troubles and cut loose. I hurried home from school to do my French translations so that I might take in the St. Joe game at Williamsport. We saw Jack Wolfe, John Forney, and Jimmie Stopper whom we had met at Marian's last summer. They're looking forward to our home game with them 'cause we're going to take in the dance at the Y.

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16 THE ORANGE AND BLACK I dote on bright red. I do look pretty natural though I could stand some lipstick and a little more rouge on my left cheek. Claire sang a beautiful solo for me and I certainly would be com- forted by the sermon if I were grieving. Now they are closing the lid of my coffin. I certainly hate to be in this hearse. It swings and sways and bumps. Here we are at the ceme- tery. Now they are lowering me in my grave. Lower, lower, lower! A MESSAGE TO A MISSING MUSTACHE - just a hair-raising experience! WILLIAM BOSWELL S I sit here before the mirror, tears fill my eyes when I think of your faded beauty. You were truly a work of art and a joy while you lasted. Your light brown color made you noticeable but not conspicuous, and your marvelous arch gave me an irresistible appearance. True, you were a little thin, but you were far from being scrawny. To you I owe my ability to charm the opposite sex. You gave me glamour, and made me handsome with a capital HAM. You gave me that slight touch of Adolphe Hitler and Don Ameche. My, but you were magnificent! I probably even owe my life to you, for you saved me from a ter- rible sunburn on my upper lip. I once knew a man who died of sun- burn. You were quite expensive, for I used three bottles of hair tonic be- fore you even appeared. I even purchasd a new mirror and lamp so I could observe your beauty in the proper light. I'll never forget the morning I awoke just in time to save you from a horrible slashing by a razor in the hands of my sister. I can still recall the night I licked four fellows to save you from Bill Gheen's Shick Shaver. Though I try to forget, I Hnd it impossible. You were my proof of manhood, and my inspiration to do bigger and better things. I can- not forget your dark beauty, or how soft and silky you felt to my finger- tips. But alas you are gone! I have my gun beside me and am seriously contemplating suicide, for I no longer get any thrill out of life since I so carelessly and thought- lessly rubbed you out with a rough towel! Farewell, most cruel world! Farewell, oh tufted hirsute adorn- ment! Farewell, my one supreme effort!

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18 THE ORANGE AND BLACK XVednesday: Mother had to fairly drag me out this morning, because it was hitting twelve when we pulled in last night. Everyone in school was talking about the roller skating party for tomorrow night. Dot Hunter claimed she had a swell time there last Monday night -- while she was standing up. Helen Lauderbach was a scream at lunch telling about her trip to Virginia and all the crazy things they did. She could never make any plans and somehow got home On Thursday, dead from no sleepl Thursday: Accepted DOn's invitation for the basketball game and dance to- morrow night. What a thrill! Worked a great part of the day trying to master Economics. Pro- portionality seemed to be the reason. Spent the afternoon at the Y bowling. Betty Brown pulled through on top. Had a wonderful time at Sunset roller skating. Everyone en- joyed kidding Jack Lyden about his skiing costume, which was very smart for skiing but DOI for a party. To the Diner afterwards for a short time before driving home. Friday: I'm as stiff as a log. Don't see how I'll manage to get through the Big Apple tonight. In school I took the line of least resistance. With no Trig. class my day was perfect. It's so hard to tell you, diary, what fun I had at the game. I saw so many neat people. As usual, Bill Gheen was off in a corner with Marian Downs, and Elizabeth McGowan was being very amusing. Saw Marjorie Brown wandering around in a daze, looking absolutely lost. Saturday: Spent the day at Williamsport fooling around. Went to see The Goldwyn Follies and it really was good. Loved Lorina, the ballet dancer: Charlie McCarthy and the Ritz Brothers. It's neat now that so many pictures are in Technicolor: it makes everyone so very handsome and sunburned. Got home early and joined in a family game of hearts that Dad won, much to our disappointment. Why is it he always wins games? Had a most wonderful time all night actually turning Williamsport upside down. Have never had such a gay time. Mother was furious at the late hour at which we arrived home, but I explained that it doesn't happen Often. I had tO take in everything. This has been a good week. and how. DOROTHY DEB.