Oakmont High School - Periscope Yearbook (Oakmont, PA)

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'ref' doggie hero, so quickly he scuttled into the nearby gym. MR. MCCRACKEN was cheer- ing a vigorous game of basket-ball, While MISS GILLESPIE'S girls stood huddled about the door to the locker-room waiting for the key. Everyone wanted that ball at the same time. Once it whizzed past Snooper's left ear causing it to shiver in the icy blast. This is no place for me, said Snooper to himself. Guess l'll see what MISS WHITE'S folks are doing. Orderly confusion reigned there in the midst of drawings, clay models, make-up materials, and party fixings of all kinds. How does she do it? sighed our news-hound. A bit dazed at so much ac- tivity, he bumped against the door of Room 7 and was admitted by the ghost of MR. WOOD in the midst of balancing an equa- tion. A loud noise interrupted Snooper's visit here and sent him scurrying to the lab where MR. KEISTER and the chemistry class were gathering up the debris from the latest explosion. Fearing another such devasta- tion, he rushed up the stairs hunting an open door. This was to MR. MASTER'S room. Snooper dove into the first hiding place that presented itself. Sadly enough this was a container already full of the dissected parts of frogs fallen prey to the biology class. Again he made an exit of almost phenome- nal velocity and somehow managed to get back home in Room lOl before he dropped exhausted near his protecting deity, the Periscope Staff. That's enough reporting for ine, he gasped. From here on, folks, you do your own writing. 'Ll' .' LV v . Manual Training and Home Economics Freshmen Original Radio Programs Featured Book-Week Crowded Halls of Oakmont High School -Y Our newest cddition to the faculty is MR. KEISTEFI . , . Boy Scouts say, Buy Defense Stamps ,flu 15

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sf At.lt'lI iHAlt'l'lflt. Alt. GLADYS SHGTT, AB, tl.-'iltf 2tllfitlTl' lfKAt-5, AB., M,A. MAltGARtI't' H. VOSTER, AB. ini: ii. rviwimtikiin, Ali. A ' l t'lf Cltl.LlfSt'llI, Ali, IAMFS M. WOOD, B Ht l.t'N lf. WltlTii, Ali. PAUL F. MASTFRSI. enabled him to qet on to MISS EKAS'S. Dear teacher was Good mornina Brother ionos- inq all her Enqlish l and lV pupils in her cheerful fashion, so Snooper assumed that all was well and bounced on up to MISS SHOTT'S sophomore English class. There he was most hilariously received, hut after three minutes of danqlinq participles he left, feeling somewhat like one himself. Our little friend was tempted to pass up MRS. FOSTER'S lunior Enqlish room, but his Peri- scope friends wouldn't like that so he ven- tured in. Cr rather, tried to, for the room was jammed riqht up to the door in themes, hook reports, and notebooks. Shakina his head in canine dismay, Snoopf er closed the door and was decidina his next stop, when a racket arose in the lower hall. He made a hee-line for the steps and skid' ding to a stop, poked his head throuah the railinqs. Down below, a mass of jahhorina students was leayinq the huildinq, slamminti doors with qlass-shatterina hanas that hrouqht Hshhh-ina teachers to their doors. Hey, down there, Snooper lvarked, Whats up? We're qoinq to cooking class, the girls called hack, MISS BEATTIE is lettina us make pies today. Come on, Snooper, lim Baker shouted, Vlfe fellows are aoina up to manual traininalu But Snooper, think- inq of what MR. PORTER and a liuzz saw could do to his tail, declined the offer. An' otherrcommotion in the auditorium proved tha MISS Moors Orchestra mid MR. WAG- EIL'S hand were collectina their instruf 'ents preparatory to their daily journey to he Primary Building. About this time O. H. Sfs faithful mapper- upperf' NAPPY. appeared. The mop in his hand HAD made an impression on our Spent Wandering Through The X 14 ,Xt ,.:-is ' Art Talent Runs Hainpant in Hoom It

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CLASS OF 1942 O F F I C E R S Standing: The Senior Officers dream up ideas, then present them before ROBERT HANUS p fssififiiit the room representatives for discussion. ALVIN GUNN ,,,, , , , ,Tmusul-or Seated: MONICA MCMA!-ION -.--- -...- . 4SoCretrii'y SALEEIVI ANTOON .-... .-..- V ice Prr-sidoiit ROOM REPRESENTATIVES Standing: Seated: IOHN PERZ CATHERINE HALL RUTH ANDERSON HELEN I. ROBBELOTH ROBERT HANUS IOHN DONALDSON IOSEPH GASPARICH o Leaves From a Senior's Notebook September 3-My first day as a Senior! I went to school this morning a little puffed up. Then, as I walked through the halls, the wondering faces of the confused freshmen brought me down a peg or two. It made me realize that I was once one, too. November 7-We played Verona today. Beat 'em, too. It was a thrilling game! The day was rainy and sloppyg nevertheless, both sides of the field were lined with people. The team looked as if they had been in a mud beauty- bath. As I watched them play, a little shiver went down my back. I realized this was prob- ably my last O. H. S. football game. And Oakmont won the game! December 8-All I heard today in school was war! war! Sunday the laps bombed Pearl Harbor and today young and old are discus- sing it. Excitement permeated all the class- rooms. We took every opportunity to talk about the war and evade our regular work. Only time will tell what the war will mean to us young people. February 3- Ring out the old, ring in the new. The last lap of school has begun. He- port cards are out and our old marks, mistakes and pleasures are behind us. March 7-My classmates and I have been sit- ting on pins and needles. Why? Because we've been waiting for Mr. Shuker to announce the cast of the Senior Class Play, Headed for Eden. Today it happened! O joy! I'm in it. March 10-In three more months I will don the stately black cap and gown and walk across the stage to receive my diploma! Then I will no longer be a part of O. H. S., but one of that great parade of youth crowding our offices, have that thrill of being an upperclassman, of factories, and colleges today. I'll never again receiving my class ring, of starting to master the Parlez-vous and the H:SO- subjects, and of belonging to clubs! Oh, dear! It gives me a queer feeling. I will always treasure my memo- ries of those fun packed years. -Margaret Swartwood, '42