Port Allegany Union High School - Tiger Lily Yearbook (Port Allegany, PA)

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THE TIGER LILLY Senior Class History Old Father Time looked up at his calendar. It was September 1923. He leaned on his scythe and smiled as he watched a group of youngsters enter that institution called “school” for the first time in their yet young lives. But although smiling now, in later years he was bound to frown sometime. First the grade school building was burned to the ground, and we were forced into all sorts of buildings to receive our preliminary education. In the spring of 1930 we left grade school with happy thoughts of junior high school and the “new building.” But destiny just didn’t seem to want us to ever get up to that “new building;” for junior high was moved to the lower building and we were forced to climb those time worn stairs for another three years. In 1933 we organized our class, chose maroon and white as class colors, the chrysanthemum as our flower, and “not to the top, but climbing” as our motto. Then we prepared ourselves for the most joyful time of our lives—high school. Then came the hectic fall of 1933 when the seniors took us down a few notches, and our theme song was “Bye, bye, Shoestrings.” On October 11, we “enjoyed” a fine reception and initiation, at the some time becoming “full fledged high school kids.” The last semester of this school year, our class was ruled by all feminine officers! In April we decorated the high school gym and showed the seniors how to enjoy a fine hop. The class rings were purchased this year, and on May 10 we gave the annual Junior Prom in honor of the graduating class. When we returned to P. A. H. S. this school year, the sophomores “coming up from the other building” looked smaller than ever (except George Coneys). We assumed a very aggressive front and delighted ourselves in preying upon the “innocents.” October 19, we royally received them into the high school. We seniors attended the Alumni Banquet at Canoe Place Inn and dance at Weinman’s Hall during Christmas vacation. Our officers for our senior year were President, Vance Carlson; Vice President, Richard Becker; Secretary, Rose Bosnick; and Treasurer, John Myers. Through all the years of high school the class of ’36 has presented many fine entertainments in its chapel programs and has given its beef and brawn to both the football and the basketball teams. We realize, as seniors, that our goal would not have been reached successfully had it not been for the kind help of Mr. Hardy and our class advisers, Miss McFarland and Miss Dennin. We give them our hearty thanks for their help and co-operation. We feel that we have reached

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THE TIGER LILLY CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class of P. A. H. S., realizing that it is better to give than to receive do hereby, as party of the first part, declare the following to be our last will and testament written on February 13, 1936. Therefore, the party of the first part bequeaths the following to the party of the second part or any party thereafter: To the high school we leave cement to patch cracks in the halls. To the showers, more space. Helen Caskey leaves her quiet manner to Jayne Black. Helen Lacney leaves her place to a sister “coming up.’’ Kathryn Caden bequeaths her 'dark tresses to Hunk Anderson. To George Coneys, Johnny Myers leaves his height. Dick Becker leaves Kappy Keith to anyone who can get her, and vice versa. To Mr. Bates we leave another alligator named “Oscar, the Second.” Frances Babola bequeaths her aggressive manner to Esther Meade. “Sully” leaves her swing to Mary She- vak. Gordon Chapin leaves his dancing ability to Violet Peterson. Fritz Grabe solemnly bequeaths his playthings to Dick Larson. Bernard Strait leaves his grin to Jimmie McMahon. To Berny Glasse, Gladys Johnson’s personality. Marian Anderson leaves her studious nature to Nellie McElwee. To Earl Doloway, Fred Brockel leaves all his girls. Lois Davy leaves her love for square dancing to Jean Edgar. Jack Powers leaves Pearl and Harriet to anyone who will take good care of them. Merl Dunn leaves all his old cars to the tannery gang to be used in getting to and from school. To Laura Mae MacFarland, Dorothy Parish’s gift of gab. Joan Dwyer leaves her musical ability to Jane Ruding. Harold and “Fat” Freer leave their places on the football team to Jim Curtis and “Twint” Brady. Rose Bosnick is taking everything she has with her. To Bob Healy, Bernard Plunkett’s extreme bashfulness. Vance Carlson leaves his oratorical ability to Jack Holcomb. To Harriet Kelly, Marian Covert’s Latin ability. Ray Flint leaves his quiet manner to Edward Turner. The Robbins sisters leave their friendly ways to the Longs. Gib Parish and Lloyd Scherer leave all girls alone. Jim Thomas leaves his quiet manner to Bob Boudon. Vesta Ilardes and Margaret Meaeham leave the boys to Anna Michelitsch. To Genevieve Borden, Gene Gallup leaves tier place in the orchestra. Melvin Johnson leaves his knowledge of politics to Jack Pfeil. Jim Fessenden leaves his way with women to “Punkin” Knell. John Kinney bequeaths his willowy figure to Burton Lillibridge. To Jack Caden and Chet Hovis, Earl Meacham’s and Virgil Larson’s football skill. Harold Leet bequeaths his “nose” to Vic Johnson. G’enevieve Maxson leaves all old lipstick cases to Ella Kellogg. To Monta Stone, Russell Anderson leaves his “advice to the lovelorn.” To the library, all future editions of “Spicy Adventure.” To Brownie, a new broom. And last but not least, to the high school, a new senior class. Signed: R. A. B. A. M. S.

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THE TIGER LILLY the “top” as far as high school goes, but we shall remember “not to the top, but climbing” as still being our motto. Keeping this thought in mind and remembering the high standards of our alma mater, we shall make the world a better place to live in by our accompishments in the future. Autumn! 1934! We were juniors! This year our officers were President, Richard Becker; Vice President, John Myers; Secretary, Rose Bosnick; and Treasurer, Merl Dunn. A Tractor Trip Through the Years I, Vance Carlson, (erstwhile?) member of the senior class, have patiently sought out the Cumaean Sibyl, and given her the right whisker of a blind field mouse wrapped in an onion skin stolen from a one-legged man's garden patch one minute after midnight. In return for this charm she has given me the power of prophecy. Therefore 1 will now show the fate of the class of ’36. Years pass — 1 have been running the farm for the past ten years, so to-day I board my trusty tractor, wave good-bye to my wife, Jeanette, and Vance, Jr., and speed off down the road. As I drive up to the stop light on Mill Street, I see Russell Anderson, now owner of the Dickman Quality Shop, out sweeping off the side walk. I turn south and chug by Simpson’s farm where Lois Davy, heiress to the Simpson millions, is throwing a big party for her Turtlepoin. friends. Most of the country around this section is under control of the super-scientific farmers, Strait and Plunkett. When I zip by Olean, I realize that it is no use looking for Frances Babola because she has chased Graci Allen off the air and is monopolizing the making of wise cracks. New York at last! High in Radio City one can hear Joan Dwyer vocalizing with Jack Powers’ Jazz Band. Joan won the radio popularity contest last year, while Jack is sought by a dozen eager sponsors. Out in the control room Jim Fessenden, chief engineer, sees that the programs gn on the air on schedule. There’s Gene Gallup’s law offices over there, but where’s Gene? Yes, she’s dancing at the Plaza Hotel; while Bessie and Pauline Robbins, her secretaries, are busily engaged in filing reports. Vesta Hardes’ Beauty Shoppe Deluxe is crowded with Park Avenue debutantes eager to have their coiffures arranged by the world’s greatest beautician. To-night Vesta will attend a square dance held at the Rite Carlton where Misses Gladys Johnson and Marian Anderson will be the hostesses of the evening. The music will be furnished by Earl Meachan and his hill billy orchestra which is much in demand by prominent society leaders. Well, let’s go back west again. “Fat” Freer, head coach at Carnegie Tech, is putting his pig skin toters