Mount Lebanon High School - Lebanon Log Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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At the right are pictures of a few of the Seniors who were too young to know better. Note especially the absence of the careworn looks. Some are gurgling with pleasure as they watch proud mama and papa saying, See the birdie? Others act rather nasty, just daring you to ask them to act like good little boys and girls . A few toddle along and willf ingly smile for the nice camera' man g some even haughtily refuse to believe anybody is around. Ah, these babes of fourteen years ago! The scene shifts to three years later, school clothes take the place of rompers. Readirf, writin', and 'rith- metic keep the young strugglers busy trying to forge ahead. Each one tries to outdo the other-though some give up right at the beginning. The enthusiastic students unwillingly, we hate to say, take time out to pose for the middle picture. Top 1. Bud Munhall 2. Ruth Seidel 3. Joe Spoerlein 4. Bill Cunningham 5. Gene Snell 6. Lorene Fairall 7. Ruth Nelson 8. Bob Clapperton, 9. Pick them out Bob McPeak, Paul Slater, Helen Young, Ernest Pozzi, Mary Clatty, Don Smith, Mildred Smith, Mar' tha Slater, Norman Feller, Ralph Bald, Ed Carson. Bottom 10. Mary jane Vierheller 11. Tom Else 12. Louise Wilmot 13. Martha and Paul Slater 14. Irene Boor 15. Jack Orr 16. Betty Plackett. BELIEVE IT OR NOT

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Over The Teacups all persons, is right. Oh, there's Jean Barnes, she's here from Hollywood, you know. Yes, writing script or something, or am I thinking of that funny kind of money President Scott is talking about? And there's a surprise! Who ever thought of Jack Scott as President of the United States? I wonder how Dotty Ervin likes living in the White House? Here comes Rae Laughlin up the walk. She's a teacher in Mt. L. since last year, I hear. Yes, there's another profession our class has added a lot to. Rae, and Mildred Smith, Phyllis Miller, Virginia Richards, Mary Clatty- and Betty Plackett is the gym teacher at Mt. L. now-I guess that is all of them. But look down here at the stenographers. Virginia Cardarelli, Gladys Clark, Ruth Loos, and say! Betty Spence is a woman executive in our own Gimbel's. Isn't that fun? Yes, I think Shirley Graham did have a job in a store-or was it a store of her own?-down in Baltimore, but she's married and settled down now. For that matter, so is Marty Wolf, has a home back in Pittsburgh, and is happy as can be. Our class has certainly added a lot of recruits to wedded bliss. Rita Wolfenberger, Betty Grant, Ducky Dittmar, and Gail Culin. And of course Peggy and me. Oh, darling, you aren't going to call me Mrs. Congdon after all these years, Gerry sounds so much more informal. If there isn't Margaret Krebs coming up the walk. My dear, she's an artist now, quite prosperous and terribly happy. She's married to another artist from our class-Frank Saunders! 'Member how he used to draw cartoons all the time? And say, Betty Armstrong and Bill MacQuown are both Working for the same advertising company down town here. Yes, Betty draws and Bill directs, or something. You know Paul Dejohn is in advertising. We have a lot of business men from our class, I don't know what they all do, but just look at the millions of them: Clerc Entwistle, and John Derfler are accountants, and Paul Slater, Dick Miller, George Schiel, Paul Montgomery, Don Hatch, Bill Mohl, and Mary Jane Beachler-though you could hardly call her a business man-are practically captains of finance. June Greene? Yes, that's she, isn't it? Why, she's the managing editor on a woman's magazine in New York. The boy she used to go with-oh, you mean jack Orr? My dear, he's a flagfpole sitter! Isn't that just like Jack? But speaking of journalists-Tom Else, and Muriel Murchison are both high up in that sphere. Tom is some kind of foreign correspondent-I believe they call it freeflance, and he just travels all over the world. Oh, there's Jimmie Opferf man, the drugfstore maggot-I mean magnate! I always get them mixed up! Yes, and did you know that Ruth Seidel takes charge of the medicinal end of his busif ness? She was a chemist for a while, in one of our Pittsburgh hospitals, the same one Bernice Anderson is bacteriologist with now. Oh, here comes Bill Dillner. He's a specialist in transportation work. Look back of him-there are john Homer and Percy Matthews skulking in the shadows, those foresters are terribly shy, I guess. There's Flo Countryman, the head of the Good Housekeeping Institute, still keeping at her beloved domestic science work. Oh, look at the limousine coming! Bless my soul, it's 'Sis Coullie! She must have married her millionaire after all. You want to know what Ralph Bald's doing? Why, he and Hennie Ackerman are the doubles champions, upholding the reputation for U. S. Isn't that grand? Sports? Yes, we're pretty well represented there, too. Walt Ballard is coach at Notre Dame, and Bud Munhall is assistant coach at Pitt. Billy Yost? He's in sports too, football advisor for Carnegie Tech, and they're winning like all get out. Oh, darling, do you have to go? Yes, I know it's six o'clock, but-well, if you promise to come and see me again before you -go! It's so thrilling to hear all about your travels and everything. A I THE LEBANON LOG

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The Panther Call Eleanor Mull closed the door to the first little log cabin school of Allegheny County. She drew her coat more closely to protect her from the sharp October winds of 1802. Being the daughter of a pioneer, she had that strong impulsive nature of boldness. As she passed through the woods to her home, the calls of the panthers reached her ears. A daring and bold idea flashed into her mind. Having arrived at a small clearing in the forest, she raised a screaming cry that echoed from the deepest haunts of the woods. From somewhere far in the dark shadows came the reply that seemed to pierce the air with its shrillness. After a few hundred paces, Eleanor stopped and raised the catflike scream to the heavens. Again came the answering call clearer and closer than before. Quivering with excitement at her own daring and boldness, she once again raised the panther cry which echoed and refechoed through the forest. Once more came the call only a short distance from the path. As Eleanor Mull hurried over the hill in sight of her house, a sleek black figure, its green glassy eyes glowing, slunk behind her. Now, thoroughly frightened, she broke into a run towards the house with the panther bounding after her. She slammed the door safely between her and the panther, just as he agilely leaped over the fence. The above is a true incident in the life of the great' great grandmother of Mary Brazel, a member of the Senior class. Eleanor Mull was at that time a teacher in the little log school house which now stands in Mt. Lebanon Park. SENIORS School is doneg Sets the sun. You are free, Yours the key Doors are wideg Life will guide. Seniors, on! Until dawn. THE LEBANON LOG