Owen J Roberts High School - Torch Yearbook (Pottstown, PA)

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t n and Qui o Goss Moments to ltenlember 'l'he hirthdays we eelehrated in physics class . . . the day lioh llindle was loelied in the nurse's otlice . . . winning the Spring:-l ord haskethall LIZIIHU, 47-40 . . . l'eg,fg:y llofYman's experience when she entered the wrong lahoratory '... hlizzard of March lit which closed school for one week . . . the post- play parties . . . the hull in the courtroom at West Chestel '... Mr. Knies falling oil' Mrs. lN1aehznner's chair . . . tenth grade lintflish classes with lVlr. llaslett . . . the tilne Judy Frye directed the hand hus to the foothall game . . . collecting: ads for the junior class play protrruln , . . Kay llunt and Carol liolker missing the NOMA dinner heeause they were late . . . the two Saturdays we 1lratfire4l ourselves out ot' hed to eome to school . . . last-minute preparations for the senior dance . , . llarry's eheerini: section at the haskethall games . . . pick-on-Johnny days , . . lVlr. l3uckwalter's favorite expression, You've had it! . . . how the Idiots' Cluh looked in their llavy Crockett hats . . . when the mouse I visited Mr. l'idus' l'lng,rlish class . . . Kathy lieidler's hraverv in handling: a live snake. The radio dehut made hy the girls' chorus . . . Hill Rittase's study hall discussion on going: steady , . . running' out of food at the Senior Supper . . . Mr. Spring'er's face when he saw his hahy picture in the lioherts Review . . . memories of Temple--Mr. Myers and his harem walking down Iiroad Street: the comic hooks read during' Mr. Streeter's speeehg .ludy Rhoads' aching: feet on the twenty hloek wallig when Johanna wandered into the anatomy lah . . . Edna Orrs' hlush ot' emharrass- ment when Mr. Showan glanced at her health notehook . . . the seurry for eover at ,ludy's pajznim party when we thought we saw a peeping Tom . . . the endless hangfingx up of leaves at the Soph llop . . . Pete Wise's heated arffumenits with Mrs. Shinehouse . . . selecting' the color of our graduation gowns . . . practicing: for commencement.

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Glass QQOQITI Come classmates, one and all, and sing Our honored high school's praiseg And for our alma mater dear Our voices We will raise. Our course has been pleasantg The days passed swiftly by. But now our class must say farewell As we leave Roberts High. Knowledge is the key to success A brighter future of happiness. With our school work well done Our battle of life has just begun. Our teachers too will fade from View As we life's pathway tread. But may we often think of them, And the busy lives they led. To the future students of Roberts High May their knowledge increase, as the days go by. We wish them all the very best As they lay the foundations for their future success. AUDREY WHITE

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Cglze Tliglit Qefore . . . When thinking back to our high school years, we usually remember the highlights of our senior trip. Little is said, however, about the evening before this 'big occasion. It takes little imagination to determine what senior! class members were doing on this particular night, Sunday, October 20, 1957. First of all we see class president, Jim Huy, busily twiddlin-g his thumbs. Although he is looking forward to the trip, the disagreeable thought of getting up at 6 a.m. keeps entering his mind. Temporarily acting as Peeping Toms , we approach the home of Harry Brinkman, Snorin-g vigoriously, Harry is determined to get his beautv rest. Audrey White is found stuffing an already over-packed suitcase. Brother Woody, anxious to be rid of his sister for three days, gladly does the honors of sittin-g on it for her. Wayne Bealer and his friends are anticipating the excitement of the rapidly approaching holiday, as we see Wayne's Chevy cruise by on the highway. Have you heard the latest gags? Bubbles Davis is deeply concentrating on the details of a ne-w trick she plans to play on one of her roommates. We wonder if Marilyn Raser will be the guinea pig. Johanna Loehr is seen peacefully meditating. S-he is fervently trying to think of just the rig-ht words to use when she bid-s her horse good-by. Of course, the telephone lines are all tied up. Nancy Himes talks to Nancy Auxer about those important last-fminute changes in wearing apparel. Even the boys get into the act. Over the wires Joe Evans reminds Bob Gorman to bring along plenty of extra shaving cream. One her cold or die trying. never knows how useful such an item will be. Judy Rihoads, as snug as a bug in a rug, is lying in bed day-dreamin-g. Her only wish is that Don were going along tomorrow. Did you hear something? It may be Alvin Lynch Whistling a happy tune at the thought of no school for three whole daysg or maybe it's Gentle singing in the shower. You can be sure that Patty Bortman has not yet fallen asleep. She is probably in the not-too-pleasant nightly ritual of setting At this moment, Bob Hindle is sound asleep and of going to Washington by horseback. Barry Hennesy's trip has practically been she has developed a case of the flu and won't be Betty Hewitt in the midst of making a grave Dominic engaged her hair, while enjoying a large slice of cake. dead to the world. He finally gave up the idea ruined. Mary Epright has just told him that able to make the trip. In Parkerford, we see decision. Should she take her red and white striped pajamas or should she be more conservative and take her old yellow nightgown. You guessed it. The red flannels won. But that's what the doctor ordered, Kay Hunt insists, as she downs another dose of her alcoholic cough medicine. Since she is determined not to miss the trip, she intends to get rid of Johnny Tressler is being consoled over the phone by his bosom pal, Eddie Stauffer, Johnny has caught the flu and will have to spend his three-day holiday in bed. Eddie, like a true friend, has kindly consented to take notes on the trip so that he can give Johnny a day by day, night by night account. A contented smile on the sleeping face of a bas-hful young lady suggests only one thing. Donna Overdorf is blissfully dreaming of seeing the handsome naval cadets at Annapolis. Barbara Wamrbach and Carol Clauser, each in her own home, have just finished packing a very ample supply of Hashlbulbs and film. Their trusty little cameras will certainly come in handy on the trip. As for our chaperones, Mrs. Shinehouse, Mrs. Clark, Mr. Buckwalter, and Mr. Duttenhofer, it is hard to imagine how they feel or what they are doing on this important night. Confidentially, we believe that they are looking forward to the trip just as much as we seniors are. H0171 Qwafl! EOUIIJ Early Wednesday evening, we find eighty-eight drowsy-eyed seniors reliving the excitin-g moments of the wonderful trip which is rapidly drawing to a close. Between occasional cat-naps we hear amusing snatches of conversation concerning the places visited and the things done. Getting lost in the big city seemed to be a common experience for several seniors. Margaret, Kay, Carol, and Audrey found that walking around in spikes for sixty minutes was no picnic. Gail and her roomates met with some excitement in a. nearby theater. He was just back from Guam, wasn't he, girls? Because of adverse conditions--running showers at 2:30 a:m., buzzing telephone lines, pillow fights, camera fiends, all-night card games, blaring'radios and televisions, and just plain chatter --the word sleep was completely forgotten by the SQIIIOTS. The tour of the FBI Building enters the conversation quite frequently. Many of the fellows were intri-gued by the modern methods now used class will produce a great detective like Siherlock guard at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier was class reluctantly posed for a group picture. Our standing before the camera. The last stop Wednesday night was made for detecting crime. Who knows? Maybe our Holmes or Dick Tracy. The changing of the also very impressive. In front of the Tomb the boys, believe it or not, were a little bashful about for sulpiper at the Elkton Diner. After eating a heartv meal, we boarded the buses for the homeward stretch. All talked out, with peace of mind and contented stomachs, we finally settled down All too soon we approached the familiar for the evening. site of Owen J. Roberts. At 9:05 p.m., half asleep and groggy-eyed. we managed to find our wav off the buses, located our baggage, and make a quick phone call to our folks to come and gather up our remains. When our inouisitive parents asked about the trip. we, of course, came up with a very bright statement. Yawn-- wonderful -- yawn, yawn-- absolutely wonderful --yawn.