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

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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

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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 through their paces. 1 can’t find his twin Harold, who has joined the navy and sailor-like has a sweetie in every port. I turn the old tractor back toward Port Allegany again to get oil and gas. Say, what’s all the excitement over at Mr. and Mrs. Becker’s? What are all those movie and newspaper men doing over there. Oh, yes, they are getting the dope on Dick and Kappy’s set of octuplets. This news makes the Dionne Quins sound like an every day occurrence. Oh, yes, and over there is Helen Lacney out airing her kindergarten class. While over the peaceful valley comes the yowling of Gib Parishes’ kids. Gib and his charming wife Eva live in the backwoods up Steele Hollow; Gib comes into town once a year for supplies, and he has the reputation for shooting any one who dares to come within two miles of his cabin. Senator Merl Dunn is in town today, looking rather down-hearted after a three weeks’ debate with Senator Melvin Johnson since Senator Johnson won out. Secretary of the Treasury, Johnny Myers, is still in Washington. Helen Caskey now holds Miss Dennin’s place as Latin instructor in Port High, while Gordon Chapin is the physics teacher. Let’s go farther west to Chicago, where Fred Brockel, the outstanding artist of the century, is winning awards right and left at the art exhibits. Rose Bosnick and Alice Sullivan, that popular dance team of the stage and screen, are kicking up their heels at a personal appearance in one of the big theaters to-night. Oh, and who is doing that yodel-ing? Why, that’s “Schnozzle” Leet rounding up his herd of white faced steers. He’s the biggest cattle man in the West these days. Hollywood ! What a number of celebrities Port Allegany has produced ! Fred Grabe, the romantic Romeo of the screen, has the girls’ hearts pitapatting throughout the country. He is now making his latest hit with his dynamic leading lady, Dorothy Parish. Jim (Frankenstein) Thomas is working his way through high school by scaring the country out of its wits. Word comes that Lloyd Scherer, world famous naturalist and artist, has received an honorary degree from Oxford for his “Fauna and Flora of Some Place or Other.” He is living with John Kinney on the latter’s Australia sheep ranch. A tornado bears my trusty tractor towards home. I reach the borough in time to hear news of Raymond Flint’s victoi'y as mayor of Port Allegany. Marian Covert and Margaret Meacham are clerking in the five and ten cent stores in town. Up Portage, Virgil Larson is busily engaged in tilling the soil and raising chickens. We’ve heard that Genevieve Maxson and Milford are happily married and raising a family. It’s milking time now, so thus the prophecy ends.