Oakmont High School - Periscope Yearbook (Oakmont, PA)

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Senior Class Officers Discuss Class Day Plans Tom C onne lly. tr easu ret: Bertha Gen- 4 eralovic, secretary: Clair Morrison. president: Charles Berg. vice president. . H. S. On Parade When at the end of this year I leave the familiar halls of my Alma Mater, it will not be without pangs of regret, but this regret will not be too great for I know I will live again the thrills, excitements, and joys that were mine in the years I attended O. H. S. You might ask, But how can that be if you graduate this year? That is a simple matter. All my high school years will be relived each time I see O. H. S. on parade. O. H. S. on parade? Yes, listen, hear that music? Of all the schools upon the map, there's only one that has a team of snap. The band, resplendent in uniforms of red and black are marching down Pennsylvania Avenue toward the football field. I'm a freshman again excitedly trailing the crowd on its triumphant way. It's September 20, 1940 and the team is playing the first game of that year with East Pittsburgh. Here they come onto the field, Poppish, Porter, Podufal, Tuminella, Fossett, Underwood, Flowers and others. Now O. H. S. fans are cheering with delight and why not? The final whistle has blown, and the Red and Black starts off the year with a 6-0 victory. The parade continues. lt is March 20, l942 and time for the third annual band concert under the direction of Mr. Wagenseil. The first swing band section of O. H. S. is tops and it helps to add more thrills to my high school career. Though far away this team may roam, they'll always bring a victory home. Or at least they try hard. It is 1943 now and O. H. S. students, looking as though they've lost their last friend, are boarding buses and street cars headed for Oakmont. Buck up, kids, someone is saying, Sure, Glassport eliminated our basketball men in the semi-finals, but remember what we did to the others in our league and don't forget Export and Derry Borough, or the good times we've had going to watch our team play in Pitt Stadium, and how we got the other team's goat by our cheer Horse and Buggy Team. Every game will bring us nearer to the goal we're bound to win. On come the memories of O. H. S. on parade. l'm a senior breathlessly watching the Verona football game. The last game I shall ever see while still in high school. I simply must get a good look so I won't ever forget it. The Verona and Oakmont bands facing each other are playing the Star Spangled Banner. The O. H. S. and Verona flags are flapping proudly in the soft breeze, but much more proudly Old Glory waves over the crowd. The players scattered all over the field, are standing with lowered heads and the fans turn reverent eyes towards the Stars and Stripes. I can't help but think of Ed Mosakowski who left for the Air Corps earlier in the year and wish that he were playing tonight. Mossie was a swell player and I'll never forget him. Hooray! Yipee! The last game of the season and we've won! We've beat Verona! To win may mean a hard, hard fight, but our good team comes out all right. Oh, the parade is so long, it keeps coming on and on. B. I. MacKenzie, D. Zogg, S. Schmidt and myself arguing with Mr. Shuker in American History, basketball and square dancing: parlez-vous francais: attempting to write themes: parties, dances, Senior Class plays, the Iunior Prom, I'll never forget any of it. All I need to do is hear Of all the schools upon the map, there's only one that has a team of snap, and there it comes, O. H. S. on parade. PHYLLIS DAVIS, '44

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. . . Preparing Boys and Girls for the Future Sure, Mr. EAGLESON peps them up. The many victories won by the basketball team are positive illustrations of his effect on the Red and Black. At the beginning of the second semester he left his civics and general science classes to teach physical education at Tenth Street: nevertheless, he continued in the capacity of basketball coach . . . Have you seen MR. TROTTER when he wasn't in some kind of action? When our little man isn't busy with the band, he's busy dreaming up topics for guid- ance programs . . . MISS MOOT'S chorus classes always prove interesting as well as a lot of fun. Never a dull moment in orchestra--not when those musicians blend in a familiar melody . . . MISS WI-IITE, our Art Club sponsor, not only enjoys art but tries to make the students art-conscious. Does that describe those Loeffler twins? I wonder! . . . It seems MRS. BAIERI., our Leaders' Club sponsor, takes to the water g that is, she prefers swimming to the rest of the sports. I-ler gym floor gets quite a workout with breath-taking volley ball and There'il Always B . . . of the time when there was two-way traffic on the stairs at either end of the hall . . . when out-of-town students had no recreation at noon in the gym . . . when Miss Moot picked up the wrapped garbage intending to drop it in the can on the way to school and instead absent-mindedly carried it to school with her-then some- one told! . . . when Mlle. told Tom Gregg lin Frenchl where to head in-l often wonder what some of those words really meant . . . the vigorous campaign put on by Sue Schmidt for Clair Morrison for president of Student Council . . . Chip Berg's respectful way of saying, - Yes, Miss Ekas . . , Miss Ekas' cheery Good morning and Mlle. McNall's friendly Bonjour . . . when Oakmont played no night football games . . , Mr. Glenn's book- keeping II classes . . . when there were no bond and stamp sales on Wednesdays . . . when the only kind of uniforms to be seen around O. I-l. S. were those of the basketball games. Keeping fit by calisthenics and square dancing are also on the year's schedule . . . MR. GRIMM tells how things are done. Here, he explains the rules and regulations to the freshman boys. Because of his superior coaching, Mr. Grimm is likewise responsible for a very successful football season . . . MISS IOANNA BEATTIE smiles approvingly as the girls display their knitting. Not only sewing, but cooking intrigues these Tenth Street trudgers upon whom Miss Beattie tries to impress the ever-growing importance of food . . . MR. MCWILLIAMS, MR. ANDERSON, and NAPPY take time out to chat a bit. Their cheery hello's and hi's which greet each student, ring from one end of the hall to the other . . . MRS. BOYI..E'S willing assistance makes book reports amazingly simple. Without her and her assistants' help, they would, indeed, be a real worry . . . Our future carpenters and handymen find a few periods weekly with MR. PORTER quite interesting. Their finished products are really beautiful as well as useful. e Memories . . . band members . . . the farewell tribute made by Bud Derr to Mrs. Foster . . . those Gertie and Mabel skits . . . those uproarious Student Council meetings on Thursdays at noon . . . when the paper fell on Miss Hazlett's head in the supply room . . . Bill Ecker's side remarks in English IV . . . letter writing, book reports, and themes in English III . . . Mr. Marshalls class in economic geography . . , walking across l-lulton Bridge on a cold wintry day . . . Allen Kennedy's and Adeline I.ustri's arguments in P. O. Di class . . . Sue Schmidt's Acorns f and Tom I-lelwig's editorials . . . Mary Louise Babich as Sally in the Senior Secretary play . . . those delightful odors that came floating up the stairs from the lab . . . these few things, and there are a million more that we'll never forget. BERTHA GENERALOVIC, '44 RICHARD' REED, '44 Girls of 1944 experience the thrill of trying out the Future carpenters are progressing under the capable new loom, guidance of Mr. Porter. Q.

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Senior Report Room Teachers Get a Breath of Air Frances T. McNull. A.B. Ethel D. Ray, A.B., M.A. French, Spanish Mathematics Marguerite Ekas. A.B.. M.A. English While MISS EKAS is busy keeping the freshies and seniors nard at work on participles, verbs, book reports, etc., MISS McNAl.I. struggles to keep her bonjours to her French eieves from getting mixed with her buenos dias to her Spanish Alumnos. Trigonometry, algebra, and geometry, don't bother MISS RAY at allg she even has time for a year-around Girl Reserves schedule. A Senior's Pasquinade Four years of adversity have come to an end, and the Periscope Staff suggests to us the reliving of them! If I had it to do over again, there would be some changes made. And how! My freshman iollies would shock the complacent, self- assmting beings sheltered under the protective wings of O. H. S, But good! l'd start out by causing little annoyances like doing my home work on any kind of paper rather than largo yellow or small yellow or white lined or purple with pink stripes as I might be directed. Teachers would not terrorize this insignificant young mortal. Oh, no! I would snap back with biting retorts to their groans and glares of dissatisfaction. Requesting that they cut out the baby stuff, I would patiently explain that telling fresh- man they were now young men and women was a waste of palaver, since in the next breath they belittle them in conversation with the upperclassmen. Oi course, l'd carry on the usual vices, skipping classes, playing hooky, smoking aviclly and cussing a white flash! Being expelled a couple of times would cause the invidious seniors to give me slight recognition. By the time I was a sophomore, everyone would know what a hellion I was. My disgraceful report cards might bring about a decision to study, fthe surprise element you know.i As I began to improve, l'd argue with friend teacher about those low grades, relating to my timid admirers just how I told her! Considering clubs fruitless, l'd spend my activity time writing juicy, gossipy notes in a study hall primed for the excitement which I would cause. Sophistication is the theme for my junior year. l'd be the clinging vine type of female to whom all the boys fall prey. To prove my prestige l'd worm into a clique of senior girls and join the most scandalous sorority. All the teachers would discuss me in little groups in the hallway. At teachers' meetings my name would be prominent. Mr. Reitz would, indeed, have reason to lecture me about my conduct. A senior snob, l'd ignore the underclassmen. With a schedule of the three easiest solids, l'd have time to contrive for a pluperfect place in society. My dates would be the most spectacular men. Always my bearing would indicate to the passereby that I knew a secret. Making fun of the brains , I would boast of my latent academic abilities which might be brought out if I desired to become an old grind. Oh, l'd be out of this world! There would never be a dull moment if I had it to do over again! Whom am I kidding? Myself? Oh, no, l'd just love to do these four years again. SUZANNE SCI-IMIDT, '44