Northampton Area High School - Amptennian Yearbook (Northampton, PA)

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HELEN IRENE WUCHTER “SNOOK Y OOKUMS” “Snookums or Snookie hails from the upper end of town. She is very quiet at times when left alone, but when some one calls her “Georgie,” oh my! she seems to be wound up like an eight-day clock. The fiddle and piano finds a warm friend in “Snookie” and in addition to her regular work we hope she will make them her life study. She also belongs to the “divinely fair group” of our class. The first twro years of “Snookie’s high school career were very quiet, for she was very bashful, but her last tw'o years have been far otherwise, for she attends our class parties and all school affairs. How’ever her interest in these is less strong for we know that it is taken up mainly with Campbell’s vegetable soup. “Snookie” is one of the brightest in our Trigonometry class, and she surely loves the branch, for we can always tell by the smile on her face when she receives her report card that she gets 100% (?) She is a faithful student of argumentation and uses her persuasive abilities on a poodle dog. Snookie” enjoys a good joke and a hearty laugh. She intends to be a nurse, but that future hope seems to be shattered for we can already see her the mistress of a bungalow dream, come true. HARRY FRANKLIN ZIEGENFUSS “ZIGGY” “Bashfulness never makes the man.” Here’s our boy. Harry, from the “Golden East.” His favorite used to be riding to school on his bicycle, but he has now taken to walking. He wras a very bashful boy at first but he is not so any more. He is “pretty” bright in school. When called upon to recite it is usually “I forgot” or “I didn't get that far.” He was quite interested in athletics but that dissolved in his head. In the Laboratory he is always seen playing with acids trying to make explosions. He is taking up a psychological course. He wanted to quit school some time ago but is now glad that he did not. His hobby is “Nothing to do till tomorrow.” We wish him success in his achievements. 27

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MARTIN FRANKLIN HESS HESSY” Quiet, But Oh My! “Hessy.” as we call him is “some” boy. As we all know he has the brightest head in our clj;ss. When “Hessy” entered high school he was one of those who hailed from that city of Hcwertown. but because he was so lazy an:l would have been late for school so often, his folks moved to town. The first few weeks after they moved from the aforesaid city, he attended the movies, regularly, but now he has foun i something tetter, for he feels delighted when he can visit the Sophomore class room. Martin never recognized the lower class members as much as he does this year. He always waits for (?) after school at 18th and Washington Ave. Here he presses pavements for the Government. It is believed Hessy goes down to the 'Ihird Ward quite often, we do not know whether he goes to show (?) his musical talents on the piano, but we all have our doubts. The class can already see him in his good old country home, leading a good contended life of a farmer. The class, as a whole, wishes him all possible success. WILLIAM GEORGE WALKER “BILL” “Bill is one of those tall, lanky fellows, who comes from the city of Coplay. Bill is about the tallest member of our class, he is a close resemblence of the Costello type of man. N ou never find him quiet, if he is not talking chemistry. he is humming popular airs. Bill tried his abilities in Basket-Ball and Base Flail, though he was not successful in getting on the Varsity teams, he gave his loyal support to the class teams. As a tennis player. Bill is very quTrfc, Every morning, rain or shine, he can Xe see£- going up Washington Avenue on his at s very fast clip. Well. Bill, we hope you‘ifil'T erp going just as fast with your aim in life. 26

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Senior Class Prophecy AT last we are in France,—beautiful France! Yes, you have surmised correctly. I am a Red Cross Nurse, just here from America, giving my all—-my little—for my country. I he mission of this narration is not so obvious as you may think. It is to impart a very surprising bit of news, rather fortune, which has come to me since my arrival. 1 tell you that this is to me, quite the most amazing among the phenomena of humanity. Lend me your imagination, please, and I shall paint my experience, just as it actually occurred to me. The sun is rising—rising with all its golden splendor, over the fountain of Domremy, which is situated on the brink of a boundless forest. It plays havoc with its waters, dancing up on them, working its magic arts in colors too beautiful to paint. The water sprites are at their best, dancing and whirling in the sun. But the forests of Domremy—these are the glory of the land, for tradition tells us that in them are the alxxles of mysterious power, and ancient secrets that tower into tragic strength. Abbeys there are, and abbey's windows “like Moorish temples of the Hindoos” that exercised princely power even in Touraine. And these abbeys have their bells—sweet bells that pierce the forests for many a league at matins or at vespers, each resounding its own dreamy legend. But they must remain for Domremy is haunted to that degree by fairies that the parish priest or “Cure is obliged to read mass there once a year in order to keep them within bounds, at a proper distance from the abbey. The forests look so inviting, just before duty, 1 wondered could I j enetrate their dark abyss. 1 have just one hour’s time. Yes—I shall g°- This is wonderful!—Oh, wonderful, to see Spring, realistic, charming. enchanting in all her verdant glory, touching her wand to all the leaves and trees, to everything in nature. I can almost imagine that 1 am Joan of Arc herself who spent her early childhood days in this boundless forest. Thus far, my path has l een strewn with flowers, but it may be only to deceive me. to make me hope that happiness is always to fall thus in showers at my feet. Alas it is. For—even now 1 hear the roaring of 28