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

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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.

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C1088 v.mI'OpllQCy On June tenth, in the year of our Lord, One Thousand Nine Hundered and Fifty-eight, ninety-six seniors completed their education at the Owen J. Roberts High School. What will become of these young adults is an extremely important question. Therefore, it is with much interest and anticipation that we open the Book of the Future with our magical Key of Knoweldge. The headline reads: ISA ALLEN, U. S. AMAZON, WINS EIGHT OLYMPIC TITLES IN 1960 CONTESTS. MARY ANN ALMOND is the picture of a happy homemaker as she ties the shoe laces of her seven sons. NANCY AUXER very capably and cheerfully goes albout her duties as the Superintendent of Nurses at the Reading Hospital. The entertainment world has gained a new Elvis . His name is JIM BAUER, teenage idol of millions. WAYNE BEALER, of Bealer Sz Son Contractors, Inc. is supervising the construction of the first mile-high office building. JOHN BECHTEL pauses for only a second as he correctly answers the million dollar question as a contestant on his favorite quiz program. GLENN BEENER makes an ideal family man as he trims the shrubbery on his neatly kept lawn and pays his son fifty cents for mowing the grass. What do we see here? Ah! yes! KATHY BEIDLER is busy taking dictation from the boss. NANCY BERKEY has become the personal hair stylist to the Princess Grace of Monaco. BARRY BICKEL, farm manager, is closely scrutinizing a new farm hand, who is attempting to milk one of Barry's prize cows. The lights have dimmed. Not a sound can be heard. HELEN BICKEL, former teacher of music, is conducting her own orchestra tonight at the Metropolitan. Have you started your spring plowing yet? DAVE BISHOP is the man to call. Before you call on Dave be sure to visit the farm of JIM BITLER. That strange-looking device you see is a farm implement invented by Jim himself. Miss Bolker. Coming, Mr. Peabody. CAROL BOLKER's boss is none other than JAMES ANDREW GEORGE ARTHUR PEABVODY, III, one of the rich young lawyers of New York City. First award goes to Miss MARY BOLLINVGER for her prize winning heifer. Mary now pos- sesses 44 'blue ribbons for her fine animals. The world is alive with the tremendous, exciting news. PATRICIA ANN BORTMAN, scientist, has discovered a way to dissolve snow without melting. Three cheers for Miss Bortman. Have you received your autographed copy of Boyer's Poems of Philosophy ? JUDITH BOYER is sending them to all her former classmates of Owen J. News Flash: U. S. has just completed the first man-made space station. The credit for this amazing feat goes to HARRY BRINKMAN, aeronautical engineer. Miss BARBARA BROWER, small town hair stylist, has done it again. For the fourth straight time she has been placed on the list of the 10 Best-dressed Women. Gesepie and Chow Ling's combined Italian and 'Chinese restaurant will hold its grand opening on June 30, 1959. GAIL BROWER is chief cook of the savory Italian dishes. Used cars cheap. Visit Bushy's Fair Deal Service Station for prompt, efficient service. CLAR- ENCE BUSH, Proprietor. CAiROL CLAUSER, as wife of a military man, has accustomed herself to life in Germany. Little George and little Carol like Germany, too. The invention of a new type of refrigerator was announced yesterday. RONALD COLLINS is the proud owner of the first refrigerator that never runs out of food. To your right, the office of WILLIAM RANDOLPH ORESISMAN, famed physician for women, the guide points out. Immediately six women leave the sight-seeing bus. k NETTIE DAVIDSHOFELR is nowhere to be seen. She left for her yearly visit to Ireland last wee . CHARLOTTE DAVIS has become the secretary of a wealthy rancher in Colorado. Of course, she spends her free time with the horses. For the latest news in scientific farming get in touch with JAMES DE MAURIAC, the owner of fifty-odd farms across the U. S. JOHN DICKINSON will re-enlist in the Army tomorrow. He intends to work his wav up and become a major. Wedding bells will soon be ringing, MARGARET DIETZ, college graduate, has announced the wedding date of her marriage to her handsome philosophy professor. Do you want to become a model? Visit NORA DOWHUNICK'S MODELING AND CHARM SCHOOL. The fees are reasonable. After a short time in the business world, MARY EIBRIGHT has settled down in her new home with her paratrooper husband.