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

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SENIOR CLASS Look through the window of Room 201. Do you hear a lot of racket? See people staring at the clock0 No. No, you don't because that’s the Senior room. There, the refined members of Port Allegany High School reside. What do you see? There’s Fay with a lot of books on her desk. She looks to several sources for material on tomorrow’s lesson. A group of individuals are quietly discussing an idea which was presented to them by a teacher. They are going to do some research on that idea. There I noticed the difference between a Senior and an underclassman. Seniors read, listen, think and evaluate. They know their reason for being in PAHS is to get that Scoop. They have certainly received it. They have reached the heights. They are refined. Scoop did it. twenty-nine Seniors — Refined quality of Scoop

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First row, left to right Luce Ludwig Lyons L. Manning S. Manning Second row Markova McElwee Meacham Mowery Nolan Third row Ostrander Payne Pinchock Raymond Reese Fourth row Robbins Russell Saiers Seyler Strait Fifth row Strang Strombcrg Studer Tompkins Winston Sixth row Waid Weaver Junior without picture Andon twenty-eight

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•CLASS OFFICERS Hobbs .......... President Keltz .... Vice President Butler ........ Treasurer Doyle............Secretary It was the first day of his Sophomore year. He trudged sorrowfully up the beaten path to the door and after one quick look behind him, our hero entered into the inner sanctum. From that moment on until the end of the school year, life for the poor greenie was a far cry from beautiful. After many narrow escapes, he was ready to ascend to a greater height, that of the dignified body called Juniors. He could scornfully smirk at the initiation proceedings. He received his class ring and helped make plans for what was to be one of the best proms in the history of Port High. He bid a tearful adieu to the graduating Seniors and with a beaming face assured them that his class would carry out the traditions of the school. A Senior at last. Our little friend was now a man of distinction around Port. As a result of his untiring efforts, the Tiger Lily was published on time. Then came graduation day. He smiled bravely amid a flood of crocodile tears, took one last look at his dear old alma mater and walked manfully down the road of life.