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

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IMPORTANT DAYS AT CAMP MY DAY September 25, 1944 Today was an important day for us because it was time for the election of officers for company 1946. Activity period found Richard Weightman hurrying to catch up to Esther Stover while Gerald Breakey walked Kathryn Galuska to the library. There, Captain George Long, our adviser, was waiting to greet all of us as we went into the room to cast our votes for the company officers. After voting, we hastily departed from the room as mess time was approaching. Sally Diebler and Lois Kidd tallied the votes, and the results were posted on the bulletin board. The ones chosen to lead the company were: First Lieutenant, Clifford Felmlee; Second Lieutenants Andrew Rabbits, Betty Barton, and Ruth Broker. The bell for fourth period class rang and we all went hurriedly to English class, where Captain Ruth Peters greeted us with a smile and gave us the “privilege” of presenting our talks. I didn’t get a chance to give mine, lucky for me; but there is always tomorrow, you know. The next period found us struggling with a French dictation. 1 passed it, but not with a high rating. In music class we sang songs from a comic opera, and Robert certainly displayed his vocal ability. I was glad when this somewhat strenuous day finally ended. September 29, 1944 The seething, milling crowd pushed impatiently into the gymnasium and rushed to secure their favorite seats. A hum of excitement and speculation filled the gym as the students prepared for a vigorous pep meeting. With Captain Mildred Bogle’s cheerleaders—Gail Eaton, Ethel Greer, Kathleen Schendel and Connie Raymaley directing them, the crowd broke into the locomotive cheer which was followed by other spirited yells. Three rahs saluted the band as it circled majestically around the gym. MY DAY October 19, 1944 After we hand undergone many long hours of studying and training, the day arrived. It was the dark, dreary day of October 19. The zero hour was near at hand. Everyone had a tense expression on his face. F’or many, it was the first time they had seen action. Then came the warning Here they come!” but we were prepared for them. (Hadn't we been capably trained by our superior officer, Miss Peters). Then they came into view—hundreds of them, shouting and yelling. Within a few minutes the auditorium was filled. Backstage there was silence. Only one thought raced through our minds “Will Jay Mayo remember his lines?” Kay Duralia, her hair arranged in an upsweep which made her resemble a glamorous movie star, sat on the davenport. Sally Deibler and Kathleen Schendel were sitting there with her. DeYal, with a false mustache, which made him look like Clark Gable or maybe Jerry Colona, was looking for his briefcase. All of us were nervous except Jay who was calmly unimpressed. We took our positions on stage. Mike Kashurba stood by with the sound effects. When Glenn Fink and Marshal Blank opened the curtain, the “Blackout Mystery” began. The play went along very smoothly. As the curtain was closed, we all sighed with relief for the audience seemed pleased. playing the Victory March. All eyes focused on the band as the sweet notes from Cliff Felmlee’s trumpet filled the gym. After several renditions from the band, the cheerleaders led the crowd in a few routine cheers for the football squad and Coach Tar Onder. Filled with confidence in the football squad and bubbling over with excitement, the students left the gym to go home and await the time of battle with Jeannette. 23

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STAFF SERGEANTS Squad 2: N'eleigh, Labor, Peters, Martini, tauffcr. McClain, Nicholson, Martin, Perich. Squad I: Ludwig, Lintner, Mellon. Pierce, McElwain, McElfresh, Moore, Miller, Pratt, McClain. Moore, LaufTer. Loughner, Lintner, Nichols, Parsons, Mr. McCullough. Squad 3: Kladnik, Beiter, Hutten-stine, Henderson. Kuhns, Fink. Alwine, Blank, Geiger, Brown, Breakey, Felmlee, Corle. Squad 2: Koter, Cramer, Garris. Deibler, Broker, Galualca, L. Kidd, Eaton, Fennell. Squad 1: Miss Leslie. Bonazza, Kep-ple, L. Kozain, M. Kozain, I). Kidd, Greer, Beaver, Ashbnugh, Dahl-strom, Bohince, Mr. I ong. PLATOON 225 Squad 2: Mr. Tiberi, Verina, Whisncr, Stan-kewich, Stambol, Weightman. Rabbits. Squad I: Shearer, Sernian, Yates, Raymaley, Seslar, Yaglia, Raymaley, Ritson, Stephens, Stepnick, Watt, Stover, Roscosky, Schendel. 22

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IMPORTANT DAYS AT CAMP MY DAY November 6, 1944 Today was an eventful one in the history of our training because we participated in our first mock election. A few of the qualifications necessary before »e could vote were: registration, residence in the voting district for sixty days and membership in the camp. In groups of three or four, we strode down to the place designated for us to vote. There the Board Members—Rudy Labor, Gerald Breakey, Ted Perich, Betty Barton, and Dorothy Miller—greeted the voters of the eleventh precinct. As soon as I had finished casting my ballot, I stepped out into the hall; and as I did so, I saw a figure dashing madly down the hall. What seemed to be Superman was really Bill Brown, also a voter of the eleventh precinct. It seemed that about five minutes before the polls closed, he realized he hadn’t voted. After the votes were tallied, the results were broadcast. In most cases, the democratic candidates were victorious. I think that this mock election gave us an opportunity to understand better the democratic form of government and acquainted us with election procedures. The activity was supervised by the Social Studies Department. MY DAY November 10, 1944 This morning many girls appeared with their hair up to avoid that last-minute rush in the evening. Study was of second importance as everyone excitedly discussed the Pensindian Dance, honoring the football squad, to be held in the evening. The dance was especially important to Cliff Felmlee who was making his first evening appearance with his orchestra, the Star Dusters. Before classes began, the occasion was advertised by the appearance of a Pensindian, Michael Humlan, who was costumed as Chief Guyasuta, the Seneca Chief in the Battle of Bushy Run. In the evening the guests were greeted by “Chief Guyasuta,” Captain Evelyn Riggs, and members of the Pensindian Staff. All who attended enjoyed three hours of dancing and other entertainment furnished by the orchestra and the staff. MY DAY November 20, 1944 The persistent tones of the top sergeant suddenly awoke 24 me from my dreams. Recalling that it was Monday morning, I sprang out of my cot and started to get ready for drill. Walking gaily down the road to meet the angry lieutenant, I was singing “Blue Skies” even though it was drizzling rain. Everyone at camp was in high spirits with the usual groups roaming around in the halls. Here and there a few romantic couples-—Foo and Gail, Nundo and Ruth—were conversing at the lockers. The 11-3 History class was sitting quietly when Lt. Col. John Mochnic-k entered the room. A peculiar expression ap[ eared on his face when he saw many WAC’s with their hair tied up in babushkas, but they soon put him at ease by bringing to his attention the evening party. (This year it was decided to join the two ranks, the Staff Sergeants and Master Sergeants, and have the Star Dusters play out those fascinating dance tunes.) In the fifth period the Master Sergeants in the Home Economics class and a few of the Staff Sergeants made sandwiches. Cliff, Jerry, and Kenny rehearsed in the auditorium. This party was a great success. The Blackout Dance and Conga Line were two unusual features of the evening, but Senor Matthews” and “Senorita Reger” really did a fancy dance. The party ended with a delicious lunch. After obtaining their wraps, the Sad Sacks started for home, and a seven day leave, unmindful of the pouring rain. MY DAY December 9, 1944 Ibis morning as I walked to the training center with Rudy Labor, editor of the newspaper, we remarked about the splendid progress of the Dramatics Class this year. When I came into the hall, I was greeted by Ernie Lauffer and we went to room 226 together.