Lansford High School - Panther Yearbook (Lansford, PA)

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QWrP3tPW 'A,E9it'Pg5t as4as4Qa4g4Qs a 1942758 SQNICR CLAS PROPHECY CContinued7 Jean McCole and Emil Mikola'z k were eminent creators of Hollywood's most outstanding coilfuresg ha Sara Faust and Olga Tranchek were working in the studio designing Americals smartest ensembles, and that Kathryn Heffelfinger had just sold her latest novel nHow to Win Popu- larity and Influence Men.U What surprises! Too many for us, so we decided to go intellectual and drive out to Pomona College. A After lwncheon, we rented a car from a U-Drive-It agency owned and operated by Alex Shereba and Mitchell Strepko. After a lovely ride, we arrived at the college, parked our carf-and grounds. Of all people--the first person we met was began to roam the Dean Paul Burkhart Kplus a beard and a mustachel. We were happy to hear from him that several of our old classmates were his co-instructors. There were Florence Bloom as head of the English Departmentg Veronica Skottey and Anna Vitek supervising the commercial schoolg and Harry Miller as chief of Manual Arts. The dean remarked that the campus ha recently been improved upon by two skilled landscape artists, John Zubeck and Ernest Yusko. He also informed us that Emma Baldwin, the little out-uplof our high school days, was doing big things in the field of dramatics. At present, however, there was an important lecture about to H begin. As soon as we found that the speakers were those famed globe- trotters, John Popp, Charlie Horowski, and Joe Kielbasa, we just knew it was something that shouldn't be missed. 'They had just returned from circling the globe from east to west in a record-breaking time of twenty-four hours, and were going to start this evening to go around from north to south. In the crowd, we met Paul Kavitsky and George Harvan, who are now established printers for the Los Angeles Sun. As a side-line, George also poses for the Beautifying Soap Company. That school-girl complexion said that Allen Miller the same paper and had and Joe R dzewski, who of his certainly came in handy. The printers and Edmund Ogozalek were sports commentators on recently writ en an article about John Yediny are now successful track coaches at the niver- sity of Ca i ornia. All this news and excitement was more than we could stand. We had just about made up our minds to bumped into Lois Holmes and Mary Ritzel, who were on state fair at Los Angeles to give a dance exhibition and John Latka. They persuaded us to join them, and It was almost seven o'clock when we reached the leave, when We their way to the with John Porambo off we started. fair grounds. The midway had just been turned into a street of colored lights and gayety, and everything had assumed full swing. Above the noise of the crowd could be heard the chant of the circus barker, Joe Skellchock, as he beat out peculiar sounds on his hot bass fiddlefldnd enhanced- the charms of Fatima, alias Doris Evans, the snake-charmer from old Bagdad. Glittering swords reflected the spirit of the fair, and as the crowd gathered, Joe Geusic began swallowing blades. All this was too terrifying, so we hurried toward the air car- nival. About to ascend were John Hebda and Joe Kosalko, who were testing a new type of airplane designed by Midhael Gallanda. Business managers of the fair, Helen Gerber, Mary Sherbln, and Mary Yenca, told s+srssrsr -- 4W444ds'E si

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aebaa bwr he ir 8 ,egg 4,54 SENQOR CLASS PROPHECY KGontinuedJ small evergreen tree covered with Christmas balls and tinsel. All this ridiculous horse-play brought a howl from the crowd, but the rules of the game are the sillier, the better. Bringing up the rear were HDerkien and nGigiW. Here comes the laugh of laughs--just picture them--two very dignified young men all rigged out in a Hsoup and fishu, trying their very best to coax a three-legged pig into making his grand entrance. Aiken was doing his utmost to help the pig along, but he was more than handicapped. A large peacock feather was sticking out of his Htopperu, he held a geranium plant in one hand and a lighted candle fburning at both ends! in the other, white mice were climbing out of his topcoat, and his flee circus had gotten loose in his hip pocket. They all seemed to be taking a holiday on poor, suffering Tom. You can beiieve us when we say, ' . The place was like a mad house. With a final splurge of all the energy we had left we made for the door. So to our hotel ----- . After such an exciting evening Cwe're not so young as we used to bel we looked forward to the refreshing quiet of our room. But--as we neared our destination, a commotion which sounded like a hog- calling contest nearly knocked us over. lt was Julius Pekarik staging a one-man riot with the hotel manager, John Bomba. lt seems he wanted to obtain an interview with Miss Ruth Walton, the Garbo of '48. We convinced the management that this sensational snoop-reporter was absolutely harmless. Pekarik thanked us and gave us two passes for admittance into the studios of Kell and Kelly. The next day looked inviting, so we made ready for hed and a good night's sleep, Bright and early the following morning, we started to the studios, presented our passes, and secured a guide who turned out to be Edward Brimmer, a very cynical gentleman disappointed in love. First, he took us to the set on which Lena Galuk was starring in nWatch My Dust,n by that imaginative author, William Markovich. You'll never guess who supplied the love interest--none other than Carl Nathan Zimmerman, who is the heart-throb of many a high school lassie. The actors' favorite photographers, John Pispek and William Reaman, hovered above, shooting from various angles, while that genius of electricity, Charles Olsefsky, was having trouble with some crossed ' wires, which the pet pranhster of Hollywood, Jack Gilmore, had en- tangled. Over in one corner, WChatterH Reusch, that noted columnist, was carrying on a very demonstrative conversation with sound-man, Steve Marcinko, and sound-effects-man, Michael Kalny. All these years haven't changed Michael a bit--he's still a firecracker in anybody's language. We went over to the excited trio, to find that Dann Ole , dealer in second-hand Hudson cars, had sold NChatterH a so-called nlemon.H After a while they told us that Anna Bilovsky, Irene Cupak, and Francis Krutsick were extras on the nThree Musketeersn set, so we dashed over to see them. Much to our surprise, Junior Eckroade, Michael Rusnak, and John Yatsko headed the cast of this production. While we stood around and marveled at the gigantic constructions, . director Lawrence Kimmel handed us the script of the story, and we noticed at once that Mary Dobda had written the screen version. After thj final take, the directorfs secretary, Helen Fedora, told us that sraeb asrswse 4aa4ss as aa

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cs asf f -7' X -11 lv-n, . 1'-5 .4-! -L: , -I-.S . .Fifi Lf-Rx gif, . xx i-:ar-53, V' xv 'wifes Samoa mass Paopmzcv ' 'CContinuedD us that the initial flight of a transcontinental ship would take place at nine o'clock. We didn't want to miss the send-off, but still had plenty time to see the horse-races at the far-side of the fair. On the way over, we saw what was advertised as the UTarzan Sen- sation of the Age.n We nearly Upopped a tonsiln when we saw Florian Repik floating through the air with Marion Britton as his mate. We had no time for this and whipped on to the races. At the entrance we met head bookie, Jack Morgans. Remember how good he always was at A numbers? Having a little money to bet, he sent us to Richard Coury and Joe Colancecco, betting agents of the track. Richie is still an ' aspiring Warbler, waiting hopefully for Bing Crosby to retire before rendering his masterpiece, uSong Without Words.u At the window were Betty Zona, Anna Zrinsgy, Anna Legutki, and Anna Stevens, socialites who requentlyiattende the races. we greeted everyone, lost our money, and rushed back to the air field, arriving in time to see the air liner, piloted by William Surma and Joe Skottey, about to be boarded. ' Air hostess, Janet Houston, stood at the doorway and ushered the passengers into their proper places. Peg Whildin and Janet Stewart were the first to be seated. They were returning to their big butter- and-egg men in New York City. For the past few weeks they had been studying humanitarianism, and were about to write a thesis on ULife in the Rough.u Anna R bnikar and Anna Kostelans were going East to fill in secretarial positions. last,f u no east, comes Wilma Hughes. She stopped long enough to tell us that she was on her way. ome. Yes, we mean Lansford. After many years of hat designing, she had decided to return and settle down on West Ridge Street. We sincerely hope this letter of success of former graduates may be an inspiration to those who follow. For some of us the road of fortune has been a little roughg for others, smooth sailing. But for all, no regrets. It is our supreme desire that ten years hence, you may be able to look back on your high school days with as many pleasan memories as we hold in our hearts. As ever, M. M. Nihen and Fay Rees P.S. Ever since graduation, we have received Lans-Hi-Lites, and have watched the rapid development of the publication with interest and enthusiasm. A great deal of credit is due to the splendid cooper- ation between students and advisers. Keep up the good work! Well, we must close now, as we have a great deal of packing to do in preparing for our trip to Egypt to study mummies. Our regards to the faculty and-- Good-Bye N. I V Q t