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

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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.

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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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20 THE ORANGE AND BLACK J. M. did not learn to walk nearly as easily as he learned to talk, because of the corpulence of his body: he weighed twenty pounds in his tri-cornered trousers, and his legs would simply not carry the load that was thrust upon them. Years passed, and little J. M. grew from a crying, fretting infant to ia beautiful smiling baby with a marked ability of attracting and hold- ing the attention and affections of the weaker sex. Among his con- quests at this tender age of two years were two very vivacious young ladies, H. L. and E. M., but I am happy to state that J. M. emerged victorious from his jousts with Dan Cupid. About this time an incident occurred that was very disturbing to J. M., namely, a battle for his affections. It seems that little J. M. was no longer interested in H. L. and began transferring his affections to E. M. Consequently H. L. resented this slight and engaged E. M. in prac- tically mortal combat for the right and distinction of solely receiving his affections, or if you please, being his prima donna. After witnessing this battle for hisfaffections, J. M. resolved that this must never happen again, and finally, after four days of meditation he figured out this phi- losophy, A woman is only as pretty as cosmetics will make her. The next several years passed without incident in the life of little J. M., excluding the fact that his parents moved from the upper part of town, where the foul breezes blow, down town where the very air is a sweet nectar and life itself is made sweeter by the beautiful environ- ment. The following fall a startling realization suddenly dawned on J. M. - he must start to school in September! School - that place from whence came tales of horror, tales of lessons so arduous and long that it took hours to prepare them, tales of teachers so severe that you would be whipped for simply breathing! Little J. M. discussed the bated sub- ject with his friends and playmates, and they decided that on the open- ing day of school they should all go to school together in a group, a sort of mutual protection plan. Accordingly on the second day of September J. M. and five of his friends walked with fear and trepidation to the brick pile known as the Broad Street School and entered the fatal room. In the room was a group of perhaps twenty children of various sizes, shapes, and descriptions. J. M. had just seated himself when he heard a loud wail of protest from the hall and heard a voice say, Now, S ----- , you must go into that room. No, mamma, I don' wanna! I'm scared of that lady! Just at that moment the lady entered with her little girl, who was still clinging desperately to her mother's dress. Hey, Simon, asked Ed Schmidt, who's that little cutie? I don't know, Ed, but I believe it's that little H ----- girl that lives across from the high school, replied J. M. Boy, isn't she the squalling brat, though! CAlas! He did not suspect that the squalling brat would grow up to be a quite popular young lady, well known for her ability to break masculine hearts, a Borgia, if you pleaseb.