Johnstown Central Catholic High School - Memories Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE CLASS OF 1936 We, the Senior Class of Nineteen Hundred Thirty-Six of the Central Catholic High School, of the Friendly City of Johnstown, County of Cambria, and State of Pennsylvania, being well versed in the tactics of high school life since we have pastured for your years in this field of wisdom, being of sound mind and body, of reputable character, gifted with generosity, and sadly realizing the helplessness of the underclassmen to cross the rocky road ahead of them unassisted, do make and publicly offer our last will and testament. . . Our first request is that' our obsequies shall be conducted by our beloved Principal, the dear Sisters, our friends and sympathizers, with such regal splendor as befits our position as Seniors. Whatever estate real or imaginary, which the hand of destiny and our eager minds may have endowed us with, we do dispose of the said estate as follows: Item: 1 Whatever bequests we may transmit, we sincerely hope that they will be regarded as sacred from the “wise men and women” who have gone before. Item: 2 We give and bequeath to the honored Faculty, who have been our ardent teachers through our primitive and enlightened stages of knowledge, the cherished memories of our ac- quaintance and that spirit of triumph which is duly theirs because of the victory they have achieved in spite of ourselves. We also bestow upon them the privilege of using for the enlight- enment of the classes to come, our wisdom which we displayed in our tests, recitations, and work. Item: 3 To the future Class Presidents, we bequeath all of President Clark’s headaches. Item: 4 Advice to the Junior Class. Prepare yourselves to fill worthily our distinguished ranks. Item: 5 Counsel to all underclassmen. Re sure that no one is at home before attempting to play truant or skip periods. ’Tis sorrowful for we have tried it. Item: 6 To the underclassmen, we also leave the privilege of remaining for years to come. (We see your star rising in the East.) Item: 7 To the members of our musical show boat, the vocal talent of our present Carusos. Item: 8 To the Juniors, our tattered literature notes. Genius is found by those not pursuing such an end. Item: 9 To the “Freshies,” an appropriation with which to purchase new desks so that the Sisters may see them. Item: 10 To those devotees of Morpheus, who can sleep on hard-wood desks we willingly pass the indolence of our present study idlers. Item: 11 To all brilliant underclassmen, we bequeath the “brains” of the present upper fourth. Item: 12 To the students from Summerhill, we bequeath the hope that all trains will be on time. Item: 13 To all orators, the eloquence and the dramatic talent of our present Ciceros. Item: 14 To all orchestra members, we willingly bequeath the marked ability of our present followers of Orpheus and his musically inclined Muses. Item: 15 To the coming Seniors we leave our dignity and sincerely hope that they will cher- ish it as we have. Witness of signature this nineteenth day of June, nineteen hundred thirty-six, at Johnstown, Pennsylvania, in the presence of these witnesses: Witnesses: Robert Clark, President Betty Abele, Vice-President Testators: Anthony Bayuk Bernard Skamla

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 E M O R I E HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 36 First Quarter We, the Class of ’36 are about to play the Championship game against the strongest team of Knowledge, Les Etudies. After an I. Q. test, we are considered qualified for the first team. The whistle blows in September 1932. We closely watch the technique of the more experienced play- ers. Naturally we make some awkward moves, being unaware of the plays of the opponent. W e are reinforced in the “time out period” by a retreat given by Father Carlin, which cer- tainly gives renewed strength, enthusiasm and a resolve to do better. We aren’t scoring, but we are holding our own. e are edified by the performance of the Passion Players of Freiburg which helps us mentally. Just before the close of the quarter, “The Automatic Butler” furnishes some excitement to the grandstand spectators. When the whistle sounds at the end of the quarter we are tie, 0-0. Second Quarter All during our vacation we are planning our second quarter of this ever-meinorable football game. Our goal is success. We are considered essential to the victories of this ever important field battle. In the first quarter we fumbled because we did not know the signals of the other team, but now we expect to do better. It appears to be a hard struggle. A few of our comrades drop by the wayside. Suddenly the Little Waif” seizes the ball and with a speed unbelievable runs down the “Golden Trail.” It’s a touchdown, and the score is now 6-0. After a breath-taking clash a touchback to the other team is again debited to our score. Five minutes called out; during this intermission we are entertained by “Scenes from Shakespeare” pre- sented by the New York Guild Players. All too soon this exciting quarter is over with a score of 12-0. After this our quenchless thirst is to some extent satisfied by the spiritual water furnished by Father Frawley, C. SS. R. During the half intermission the spectators are entertained by our band playing a short selec- tion from “Apple Blossom Time.” At last the band retires to Faith’s Grove. Third Quarter We kick off! This starts the ball rolling toward the coveted goal. At the early part of the game, we are reinforced by a new player, “Commercial.” After a few minutes of tense playing our players, under the able coaching of bather Wheeler, S. J., force their opponents to “retreat” Another touchback for our team. From the second story of the “The Haunted House” “The Four Flushers” peered excitedly into the field. With a vim that is not extraordinary to the team we score a touchback while the band plays, “The Bells of Capistrano.” The referee signals and this quarter concludes 14-0 in our favor. Fourth Quarter I he fourth and last quarter is about to begin. We are expectantly watching the tactics of a new player “Jonesy,” who struggles vainly for a touchdown, but can never gain any ground. Time out! A retreat conducted by the learned spiritual trainer, Father Bonaventure, puts us back on our feet. Our cheer leaders introduce a new cheer. “Cantata.” This cheer ringing in our ears renews our pep and vigor in this fray. Hurrah! “Daniel Boone” our center achieves the goal: and most of the shouting comes from the seats of “That Smith Family.” The final score is broadcasted throughout the city 16-0. Jubilantly we march to the center of the gridiron to receive the congratulations and plaudits of our fans, together with our diplomas. Victory is ours. To celebrate this memorable event, the second team sponsors a “Prom” in our honor. Orchids to them for their loya lsupport. Holding this victory in mind we intend to bring many more honors to our Alma Mater. 26

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EMOR CLASS PROPHECY OF ’36 Barum! Carassh! Whounn! We're off! With a fuming and spitting of sparks and flames, our strato-rocket ship hurls from the earth at the rate of twenty thousand miles a minute. By the time the first shock has worn off, we are far out in the vast areas of space, with our earth, a dull greenish ball, receding quickly from view. Now our moon is right beside us. Soon we shall be on Mars, the first stop in our round-the- universe vacation cruise. Wishing to prepare myself for the landing on Mars, I started for my stateroom. Turning a corner of the deck I bumped into a fellow passenger. His tall, portly figure looked so familiar that I involuntarily cried out, “Bob Boyle!” The gentleman stood and gasped in amazement at see- ing one of his old school chums on this ship and asked, “How did you know my name—why, aren’t you Bernard Skatnla?” Here at last was one of my J. C. H. S. classmates. Immediately we began to tour the ship; making it a systematic tour we started at the bottom and continued upwards. Our first stop was the engine room. Entering we were confronted with the broad back of the engineer who was barking orders. The sound of the door closing caused him to turn. Three voices sounded simultaneously, “Bud.” “Bob,” “Bertiie.” Before we could say another word “Bud” Visosky turned and shouted, “Hey, Pete, come here! A black, greasy figure came out from the mass of machinery. Boyle almost fainted as he recognized the form as that of “Pete” Sedlmeyer. Many a happy mem- ory of school days were brought to light once more in that busy room. Not having much time left in which to explore the rest of the ship we bade a reluctant farewell to our friends and departed for another section. The next stop was the lounging room from which we were startled to hear. Ladies and gentlemen, this is station, E-A-R-T-H, bringing you the music of Mario Scarpa and his boys featuring the honey-voiced Julia Schramko. This is Margaret Cole announcing for the Olene Shrift Cosmetic Co. I he first number will be Ottilia Heinrich’s popular masterpiece, “Knitting.” We nestled in our easy chairs very contentedly but were startled to hear the announcer say, “And now, ladies and gentlemen, Mary Louise Luscombe will give her idea of how “white heat is tapped. A strange conflicting sound made us wonder at its source and curious as to its cause we entered the adjoining room to discover Anthony Bayuk, with his secretary, Leo Kessler, lecturing to the chorines of Francis Hummel. Exploration of the Strato-plane was suddenly cut short by the announcement that the ship was about to land in Mars. Mars! After only a three hour trip from terra firma. As the able pilot, Anthony Golian and his assistant, Jerry Guyan, skillfully landed the plane, a tremendous cheer vibrated through the plane. Peering out the window we could see thousands of Marsians standing to greet us. A huge arena was cleared for the good king before whom we were to be taken. A hearty laugh emerged from be- neath the royal robes which covered the ruler of Mars. Suddenly this concealing cloak was thrown aside and lo, and behold! Ward Schuster stepped forth to greet' us. At his side was Queen Cath- erine Markferding. A graceful tap dance was entertaining the curious visitors. Who could it be that attracted so many people? At the close of her dance the young person came to the king to be introduced. The greatest shock of our lives came in that moment. “Let me present,” said Ward Schuster, “our charming Ophelia Nowading.” The king, then, invited us to dine at his palace. This place was a beautiful work of art. Curiositv got the better of us and we inquired as to the architect. This genius proved to be none other than Richard Hoy. The dinner was such a delicious meal that we all demanded to know who was re- sponsible for such good cooking (being from earth we were all good eaters). With a clap of his hand. Ward Schuster summoned the Cooking Staff to appear. Head cook. Catherine Held, ap- peared very resplendent in her silver and gold uniform. Assistant cook, Mark Staib blushinglv strolled forth to greet us. Dishwasher and drier, Victoria Young and Jim Dowdell, peeped around the corner before entering. Two of the waitresses, Mary Jane McCann and Eleanor Gradwohl, lagged behind, Mary Jane, because she had mussed her apron, and Eleanor because she couldn’t leave Mary Jane. So they’re still sticking together, are they? After a survey of the spacious rooms of the palace, the good King, aided by the royal guards. John Brett, and Joe Weaver, took our party through the palace grounds. Passing down a lane bor- dered by strong, solid, cone-shaped trees, we encountered a nurse pushing before her a unique vehicle. It looked like some sort of bin on wheels and it was painted a gleaming blue-black, and held some six or eight babies, all howling dismally. The nurse who proved to be Charlotte Pfefferl, 28