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

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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.

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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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JERSEY SHORE HIGH SCHOOL 21 There was a loud knock on the door, and J. M. unfortunately was sitting nearest the door and as the age of chivalry and knighthood had not passed CCursesl J, J. M. got up and opened the door. A little girl with an exceedingly vacuous expression on her face entered and said to him, ls diss the nrst gwade? He politely murmured, HOh, yes, and reseated himself. Little girl, said the teacher, go to the back of the room and take a seat. No, I don' wanna, said the little girl, I wanna sit with this boy, and she walked over and sat down with the embarrassed J. M. What's your name? said the little girl, Mine is M. B. Get going, you little Vixen! whispered J. M. threateningly. No, said M. B., I Wanna sit with you. Oh, you won't go, huh? said J. M, He reached out an ungen- tlemanly hand, grasped M. Bfs hair, and began forcibly to eject the little girl from her seat. Julius Max Simon! said the teacher, you go to the oflice and stay there until recess. I'll teach you to pull a little girl's hair! And with this command began a new and interesting chapter in little J. M.'s life, the ending of which still hinges on the generosity of the faculty of Jersey Shore High School as to whether they'd like to see his beaming physiognomy around the building another nine and a fourth months after June 7, 1938! .I sl ll 44 u MY PRAYER BETTY ROBISON Dear God, It is with humblest heart That I have surrendered to you My soul. I have experienced sorrow and have sinned. But even in my blackest moments, You have been my light. When I was in need, You did not fail to comfort me. Keep on guiding my steps aright Through the treacherous paths, That I may, upon end, Come to Thee with a pure and loving heart. Amen.