Lemasters High School - Parnellian Yearbook (Lemasters, PA)

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. Blue birds were flying over the white cliffs of Dover. As I watched them the words of the song came back to me. The war was over. It was springtime,the first one the world had been able to enjoy for a long time, And we allwrero free again. I was returning via the Dover Straits from my station in Berlin, Ger- many, where the Army Medical Staff had been working among the war refugees to prevent the usual post-war epidemics. It was good after all the suffer- ing we had soon to be able to breathe free air again and to feel spring in the air. War and its horrors seemed far away as we slid through the Straits of Dover into the blue Atlantic. Even the crossing bespoke the return of peace . There was no crazy, frantic zigzagging to escape lurking submarines and hidden mines. How gratehxl I was for peace and freedom. So pleasant had it been to bask in the sun on the 'boat's dock and for- get, or at least try to forget the past ten years that I had given no thought at all to what I should do upon my return to America. Why I hadn't has always amazed me since, for I had never been able to have three cents ahead of me. My salary just seemed to disappear back into my work. You can then imagine both how grateful and how surprised I was when a represen- tative of the Temple University Hospital appeared at my hotel in New York City the day of my arrival with an offer of the superintendency of the University Hospital. Ge back to my Alma Mater as superintendent? I could scarcely believe it, though I had secretly hoped I might someday when I had been a student nurse there. I begged to bo permitted several weeks te ge home to soo my parents, promising to report for duty the first of May. My visit was a most pleasant one, but after several weeks of rest I found myself longing for the old job again. May first found me at my duty, chec1:ing over the staff that was to serve under mo. Two surprises awaited me on that staff list. Gcnifredc Smith was superintonding nurse on tho first floor of the hospital, and Gladys Fisher was listed as hospital dietitian. I took time right then and there, before anyone had a ohanoc to swamp me with work, to hunt up my former classmates and lot them know I was about. I found 'Gcnny knee deep in directing visitors to tho rooms of their friends and Gladys so busy with menus and cooks sho could do no more than greet mo. I did manage to get enough words in to find out they were both free that evening, se I invited them to dinner as my guests. I felt like chatting about old times. And chatting we were when we entered tho exclusive, newly-built Areado Restaurant, We were so engrossed we took no notice of the head A ' waiter bowing and smiling before us until he asked, May I show you ladies to a table? I turned then to inform him I had reserved a table. And lo and bcholdl Who stood there but John Mackey, Junior. He still insists hc almost had to carry mo to my scat after the shook. What SU!'P!'iS0d US mom,

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e A .. ,, 1 Four yours ug6,we1cntorod'hercgg ' ' To acquire more knowledge your by year. We started out with numbers plenty, How wc'vc dwindled to clcvon and twenty. Those four years afe filled with mormrie s dear, Each day was pleasant' none. seemed drcar. T6 ouch toechor tried-dnd true' - - -5 Our very best rcgcfrds are due. 4' ' ' .Tho Class of .'42 fsyoixng but strong, ' Always willing 'to'-right i'lI'0Xlgo4 n We're ready to 'conquer soon-or late' As we enter a world filled vrlth war and To L.H.S. we bid a fond Farewell , Where mir paiths ,willh lead .gorge 'can tellg Each must place ln his heart .and soul A determined splritfto reach his goal. Susan-Rookxizell 1 hate .

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however, was that Junior took :roost with us. Yes, he informed us, he was head waiter at the place, but when l had ordered the reserved table for three ho suspected who the other two. were and had asked for his off time to Join us. Apparently the other three had met before and knew all about each other. Therefore I became the target for plenty of questions. There was nothing I could do but outline my life for the duration and rehhbilitation years. After all had been told I was at last able to ask a few questions myself. Junior wasn't married. I expressed my surprise since he had been all for the women back in high school days. I haven't changed much , he informed me. Then I was all for the women, and now I'm for all the women . Ho, he hadn't changed. That sounded a whole lot like Junior . Talk went from this to that and inevitably ended up with our reminiscing our high school days and wondering 'about the other graduates of '42. Mackey, of course, knew all about Jim and I-lobby . Jim was was cashier at the New York City National Bank. He had secured for himself a sweet little wife and was now the proud father of a six-months old son, John Harold Bernard I-,IcLuoas fthe three muskoteers all in onel. Hobby was selling automobiles for the McClain Bros. Auto Salesmen on Rising Sun Avenue. It was a wonderful business, Junior claimed. Everyone was buying automobiles again new that rubber and steel were available for peace time consumption. Harold was really doing well. He, too, had married. The bride? - Susan Rockwell, our class historian. Susan had been a stenographer before she followed Harold to the altar and promised to love, cherish, and obey. Gladys had recently heard from Helen Reeder, who was a physician in Pittsburgh. She was getting along fine, especially since Lester Malone had arrived in the smokey city to assume the managership of the Cooperative Food Store there. They were keeping each other company in the lonely city. On a recent visit to New York City Gladys had met Rosalie Fritz shopping on Fifth Avenue. And for what was Rosalie Shopping? You guessed it. A trous- seau. Sho was giving up the kindergarten she had been conducting in Harris- burg for the children of the wealthy. The bridcgroem was a mystery. Gladys just couldn't remember his name. She did romemb-er, however, that Rosalie was spending the week-end with Mn. and Mrs. Harold Overcash on their farm a short distance outside of New York City. We knew Mrs. Harold Overeash could bc none other than Mary Pfoutz. Genny had nursed Dick Hoge and Ralph Sipes when they had been trans- ferred to Temple Hospital for the treatment of wounds received in action on the western front. 'Dick was then engaged to Goldie Sipes, his school-day heart-throb, and Ralph was still receiving letters from Cleo Etter. No one knew what the boys were doing to earn a living since their release from the army. - A little before nine o'cloek Mackey hurried us into our coats, muttering something about 'another surprise he had for me. The taxi he had hired came to a halt in front of the Philadelphia Symphony Hall. So that was it. He was treating us to a symphony. And what a treat it turned out to be. The solo trombonist was William Feilor, better known as Billy at L.H.S. After the performance we nabbed Billy and dragged him off to Junior's bachelor apartments for a refresher and a chance to say How-do-you-do? It was Billy who put us wise on a few more of our classmates. Edna Hollinger had started out on a teaching career to tho extent of registering . at Cedar Crest College. Before her first year of training was half over, how- ever, she found that Omar Whitmore meant more to her than a career and sho