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

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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.

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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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JERSEY SHORE HIGH SCHOOL 19 THREE POEMS IN THE MODERN MANNER JEAN FLOOK ECSTASY ALONE The stars , . A lone The trees . . . o nthe . The sun . . . . . mountain . . The moon . . the wind The wind .... . . is how. lingand The breeze . . . I am A friend . . A tune . UN afraid. WHY? Why ? ,,i. Why am I not afraid when the wind is howling and I am alone? Why ? .... Why do I lift my head and laugh when the storm is raging ? Why ? ..,. Why do I keep on knocking when no one seems to be home ? There must be some reason. i AUTOBIOGRAPHY JULIUS SIMON -All characters depicted herein are absolutely non-Hctitious. NE bright, sunshiny morning in August fthe 15th to be exactb in the year of 1920 there occurred in a small town nestled snugly on the Susquehanna River a momentous occasion - the still of the beautiful morning was broken by the wail of a new-born infant. The new-born babe flater named Julius Maxj proved indeed a versatile gentleman. All the nearby neighbors firmly avowed that hc would have the beauty of a Cleopatra, the wisdom of a Plato, the bril- liance of a Caesar, and not only would, but already had the lung power of a Caruso. The infant Chenceforth I will refer to him simply as J. MJ loved nothing better than to awaken the entire neighborhood at 3 A.M. with the melodious notes of his stentorian voice. J. M. learned to talk at a very early age: in fact, his first conversation was something like this: A beautiful nurse lifted J. M.'s chubby, pink body fthe skin you love to touchl into her arms and said, 'AHoney, are you really mad about me? Ga-ga, replied J. M.