Oakmont High School - Periscope Yearbook (Oakmont, PA)

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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

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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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A Senior Reminisces What's that? Oh, you want me to tell you about my high school days? All right, son. That was a long time ago, but since you are about to enter high school, I'll try to remember some of the highlights of my four-year career at old O. H. S. It was way back in 1938, long before you were born, when a group of small, frightened masses of protoplasm that was to be the class of '42 entered upon the richest four years of their lives. Many of that class are dead, others are in unknown places, but a few I have been able to keep track of. For instance, several are now very successful. Tom Hill is first trumpet in the NBC Symphony Orchestra: Sammy Antoon has his own band: Eddy Flowers coaches football at Fordham: I. Donaldson has an important government position: most of the girls are hap- pily marriecl--in fact, you know some of their offspring, such as Ioe Luciana, Ir.-Ioe Sr. married one of the best girls in the class. There are some that are not so successful: Al Gunn is a hermit somewhere in the Tennessee hills. He renounced society as a whole and tries to shoot anyone who comes near him. But let's get back to my story. One thing that made high school so enioyable for me was my music activities. I started playing the clar- inet in both the band and the orchestra when I was a sophomore. Our director, Mr. Wagen- seil, has become very famous--he is the director of the Marine Band and has written several very famous marches. Besides being a musician--or rather trying to be onell remember much more work and fun in extra-curricular activities. I'll never forget our yearbook, the Periscope-I was literary editor of the twenty-fifth edition of that masterpiece. Nancy Reed was editor-in-chief, and now she is a famous authoress. You've read some of her books, haven't you? Our school paper, the Oak Leaf, was also a thrill, and although I wasn't on that staff I remember the anticipation of everyone for the next issue. The school plays and dances were highlights to us all. Then we had our choice of clubs, too. I chose those that interested me, the Dramatic, Math, Science, and French clubs. What picnics we had at the end of the yearl Son, you'll be disappointed if you don't join a club or two. And then I became a senior! I really started living that year. Besides trying to keep up my scholastic record, I went out for the varsity bas- ketball team. It was fun even watching the games from the bench-no, I didn't make the first team, buttltblayed enough to get a letter. I can't say much for the success of the team but we had our fun, and everyone soon forgot our misfortunes. My boy, you are about to enter on a four- year voyage of fun, excitement, and, naturally, some worries. Take the advice of an old man, and don't let it go by without getting the best you can out of fit. When you're as old as I am, you'll know why am telling you this. '. , 4 l-John Short, '42 Life's Little Temptations I'm quite sure I'm not the only one To have an inner desire To do the thing I shouldn't do, Something like, oh-starting a fire Under the school. Someday when the teacher scolds me I'm going to cry right out loud. She can't humiliate me, Especially, in front of a crowd Who might laugh. Some morning when NCrDDY opens the door, There I'll bei-sleeping, Because one of these nights I'm going to allow The school house to have charge of my keeping. Won't he be surprised? When there's a speaker in assembly, I'm going to whistle a tune. What would Mr. Reitz think of me? He'd kick me out right soon, But I wouldn't go. During some study period I'm going to talk all the time, And not just in a whisper either, You can bet your bottom dime. You can't lose. Oh, I'll probably not do any of these things, So you may rest in peace. But I'm going to be bad someday Before my life does cease. It's that inner desire. -Peggy Marshall, '42