Montrose High School - Acta Yearbook (Montrose, PA)

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Class History Montrose High School welcomed us in I943 Amid the very chaos of a second World War. But that didn't stop us, as you can well see, We felt through perseverance we'd patriotic be. Our leader that first year was a Silver Lake young lad, ln name he was Jack Marrer, and boy! he wasn't bad! As usual we freshies were allowed but favors few, For sponsors always tell us, Like upperclassmen you can't do. So on throughout the year our group of a hundred went Without too much disturbance and exciting an event. As sophomores, we tried to claim a fun priority. But had to wait for quite some time its value to see. But later, on December 7th, that memorable day, The chance to stage a splendid dance did finally come our way. With Dick Mackey as president our class was hot with cash, We boasted of a treasury exceeding any class. But one mistake we made, and others have. we fear. We thought we needed no review forimid-terms that year. So when test time rolled around. and with papers handed back, We made our minds up then and there we couldn't be so slack. A roller skating party came along for us in March And next morning people wondered why our legs were stiff as starch The third year found us back to work with lots of pep and force. Our most perplexing problem, though, deciding on what course. 'Twas Gussie Blaisure, all agreed, by whom we should be led. lt was not long before a crowd at our box social was fed. But at last the day of days-we could order our class rings. Soon followed, though, a letter at which all our hopes took wings. 'Shortage of materials makes all school ring orders late: They'll come next year, read solemnly this letter of our fate. Ah! seniors at last, and dignified, by the looks, After that long struggle through all those pond'rous books. We chose Janet Taylor, a mighty clever lass For the very last year to preside over our class. With thirty-three girls, eighteen boys had small choice, But when meetings were held, they had their share of voice. Class picture appointments, then our own, were soon made: The results-oh, well-why couldn't they fade? ' And then the Senior play we found was next in assembly line: Our class did some Foot Loose work that was exceedingly fine. And now, as we leave, we thank those who through teaching Have helped us in winning this goal we are reaching.