Penn Joint High School - Penn Point Yearbook (Claridge, PA)

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Wilson, Theodore Yatfs, Mei.va Wtorkowski, Raymond WoDNICK, GFORCE Ih.ujC'id Students Qcmme'iica I Wilson, Theodore . . . quite a hunter . . . best friend is Carl . . . sort a' quiet in class . . . nickname “Dinky.” Yates, Mblva . . . ready for mischief . . . enjoys movie magazines . . . main interest is “Bud” . . . lead in senior play. Wtorkowski, Raymond ... interested in woodcraft . . . very polite . . . girls do n r seem to worry him . . . “Trig” shark. Wodnick, George . . . quite capable in all subjects . . . associate editor of newspaper . . . looking forward to college career. special Students Miller, Sally . . . “Pardonnez moi” . . . post-graduate student . . . good sense of humor . . . friendly to all. Holler, Francis . . . “Dewitt” . . . tall red-headed senior . individualistic . . . music is his pride and joy.

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here’s To Z(s The faculty was in session, Everyone was there. Diplomas for the ’41 class Had caused this grand affair. They were piled high on a table A mass of blue and white. The faculty was seated ’round To remedy the plight. “Let’s keep our heads, my friends,” she said, “ The girls are far from good. They giggle ’till they drive me mad It simply can’t be stood. I fear they’re young and foolish Too silly for to pass. Be wise—keep those diplomas Far away from this class.” Mr. Wyant then arose And called them all to order “My friends,” he flourished with a bow, “I really think we oughta Decide this question here and now About this senior class. Shall we withhold diplomas Or—permit them all to pass?” A pause fell o'er the saddened group As they listened to this news Ah, readers, this would be enough To give you all the blues. At last Dr. Long started up “Cheer up, all is not lost Remember that they have good health And that is worth the cost.” “Your honor,” spoke up Mr. Long, “This class is not so bad Ah—in fact, they are by far The best I ever had. Their attitude is splendid Of faults they have a few. Let’s hope that they correct them I think that’s what they’ll do.” “Three cheers for Dr. Long,” cried Miss Peters, “For what he says is true. Without good health I ask you What would these students do?” “You’re right,” quote Mr. Wvant “This class is quite the thing. Of course, no one is perfect Why, even I can’t sing.” “Well said,” cried Mr. Wilson, “I’m with you there, old top. As students they’re the berries They’re sure to reach the top.” He then sat down amid applause The crowd was simply wild When suddenly there came a hush, Mrs. Roberts had not smiled. Then Mr. Mochnick hopped right up “Let’s cheer for ’41 They’re mighty fine students And they know how victory’s won.” Then throughout the room A throaty cheer arose We know the faculty was right So kids, here’s where I close. Dorothy Watkins