Monessen High School - Greyhound Yearbook (Monessen, PA)

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S R Now that our senior year has come to an end. let's recall some of our memories. Those lovely fall days in September, when everyone was enthused about football . . . going nuts over spectacular plays by Yartin. Pishko. Brown. and Opatkiewicz. Of course, it was hard to concentrate on studies after three months' vacation, but by Novem- ber we were in the scholastic groove once more. Then came another breathing spell . . . Thanksgiving recess. Right about this time we began the long. sweaty job of electing class officers . . . Larry Bellora came out with the honor of being president of this grand class .... Skinny Owsiany . . . won the vice-presidential race . . . and Lil Maguire . . . was tops among the candidates for secretary. And those Sweater hops we held . . . yes . . . they helped the candidates to a certain extent. Let's look back around the dance floor . . . Danny and Rita sure looked neat . . . and in love too! Then, there was Eleanor and Paul . . . an- other mighty fine lookin' couple. And didn't Red and Gabe look dandy dancing together? There was Harry Malone. too, our star dancer, twirling the light fantastic with Jo O'Toole. But at last, at last came that long awaited Christmas Dance. Among the bright and smiling faces dancing to the strains of Tucci-Barr were Jerry and Joe . . . Rake and Lee . . . Anna Mae and Don Joe. A good time was had by all! By the latter part of December. few seniors were in school. with work and other outside things keeping them busy. But after Xmas vacation we really began the New Year off right. Already we were counting the days 'til May. We sure worried about those semester exams, but Steve Susko with the able assistance of Yak. Patsy, and Footch. helped lighten the girls' minds. The January weather seemed to liven Larry's love-life, for he thought of no one but Anna Marie. With February came the deep snow . . . and a couple days off. Ah! Those were happy days. Our basketball team was now in full swing . . . Parky, Stretch, and Cleco winning the senior hon- ors. No, we never could forget March. for that brought the Operetta and a swell per- formance. Hatty and Terry were really tough . . . along with Serventi and Ross. And then the Operetta Party . . . a howling success. per usual. But how could it help to be with Stretch and Mac there, looking . . . well, shall we call it love ??? Lender and Wysochanski have been sporting dia- monds all these months. April-found Parky and Simp with lovelight in their eyes . . . and Shire keeping English class in stitches . . . and Mr. Harhai's boys wearing him to a frazzle. The Senior Play was strictly ou the beam . . . the seniors really enjoyed it! Didn't Gabe and Eddie make perfect fathers? And who was that tall, husky soldier in the play? Why Chuck Skomskilli How did DeSantis ever sell all those tickets? During the April showers our debate team won the state cham- pionship and Shire took first place in original oratory. Good work, kids. Al Alessio kept the sociology class buzzing with his cute re- marks and Zubritsky began to take Chemis- try more seriously. May found us thinking only of the Prom . . . and how many more days? How picturesque was May-day . . . with Ginny Colangel, our Queen. stately walking down the floor, surrounded by her glamorous attendants . . . ah. Simp. Peppy, Olga and the three Helen's, how beautiful you looked. A sample of the pretty maidens in our class . Eva Chiarocci sure was faithful to the Patrol and so were Orsilla and Spada- fore. Those parties at Margie's, we'll never forget. Yes . . . there seems to be a memory of Steele and Runfola seen together frequent- ly. The memory of our last Prom will never leave us . . . kinda sad . . . but yet spirited. We really tried to act dignified on Faculty-Graduate night and then again on Commencement night. Those speeches by Lewitsky, Parkinson. Stern, Bellora. and Stagi really got us. It was kind of hard to get our report cards for the last time . . . but all good things must come to an end. Now that all is said and done, we'll never ever forget our senior year . . . and the Class of '45.