Port Jervis High School - Victor Yearbook (Port Jervis, NY)

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We are the class of forty-three, Behind us lies vast Mem'1'y Sea, Ahead an o'ercast sky. About rings a fearless song, That tells our hearts it won't be long, That war will wane and die. We've lived and laughed and loved and learned, Midst carefree hearts, from books un- burned, And we shall not forget. As I begin this lighter verse, I hope that you won't fume and curse, It could be worse yet. Little Theresa Ferraro Still says toity-thoid street. This girl cares not for tomorrow, And doesn't like a neat pleatf' He's waiting for Air Corps orders, To try the army chow. He'd like to change to new quarters, I-Ie's Mr. Ira Franzblau. Betty Jane Gibbs is the object Of one lad's affection. I hope this now timely subject Raises no objection. This is Miss Betty Gochenour I now present to you, She doesn't like this blasted war, But of boys she says, Woo-woo. She lives only for the blackouts, This Doris Gottlieb gal. She says it's then the wolves are out, She knows, I tell you, pal. Marc Grathwohl's our man of muscles, A football hero too. But if girls start wearing bustles, He'll quit them, and so would you. Art Gray is always dreaming on About a girl named Joyce. So 'till his dream is past and gone, Don't anyone make a noise. We all remember Bob and Dick, The Greer boys who are now In the army of a nation sick To help make it well somehow. 'Tm not the saint I seem in school, Harriet Gregory said. She's not a saint at all in school. Oh, Oh, What have I said? Grace Brewster's not boy-crazy, Like a silly high school girl But show her men in uniform, Her head is in a whirl. Joe Browns the strong and silent type, He seldom says a word. The army'll teach him how to gripe, Out loud so he'll be heard. Bob Brush keeps all his secrets To himself, and him alone. But I think he thinks this of woman: She's a rag, some hair, and a bone. His favorite hangout's where girls are, Favorite pastime, he says, is neckin', Fav'rite femmes are Lamour and LaMarr, His name's Howard Buddenhagen. His aspiration is medical fame, Yes he'd like to be a Doc. His inspiration's some neat dame. You've guessed-he's Howie Bullock. Class Poem By LEON HELT Frances Aber's favorite pastime, Teachers must have heard, Is chattering idly during class time, She's springtime's first-heard bird. He's mooning over Betty, He's giggling like a goon, His name is Willard Adams, More to say-verse ends too soon. Don't know much about him, Nothing I can say- Just know his name's John Arlow. He's better off that way. Mischief hovers in his eye, His laughter in the air. Delmer Bicknell is this guy He'll do what you don't dare. Gossip if ever there was one, A giggle-gal to boot. Her name is Lorraine Blair, Some people think she's cute. One look at Margaret Stening Is enough to prove to you That modern design's the only thing, It counts in women too. Shirley Hosking's all wrapped up In two important things, The moron jokes she tells us And the silly songs she sings. Raymond Burns-it can be told- Cares not how well a girl cooks. He doesn't care if she's shy or bold, He only cares how she looks. Jim Butler, it goes without saying, Is neither too wolfish nor bold. But still-and this goes without saying, He's as smooth as is polished gold. Dick Carlson is cracking his knuckles, Or chewing like mad on his gum, Then out he bursts with his chuckles, This boys who is everyone's chum. A tall and lanky blond is he, Bill Sherwood is his name, I don't know what he's gonna be. No matter, he has good aim. Henry Schutz, the horoscopes say, Appears to be conceited, I'm not inclined to think that way- My thoughts I have deleted. Herb Schmalzriedt is a little boy, With a great big deep bass voice. His girl friend is his constant joy, That I tell not her name is his choice. With never a thought of quitting, 'Though illness ruin each dream, Ken Bradshaw is now with us sitting, He's on our Commencement team. A man of many faces he, A special one for each mood, This fellow's Ted Salmon you see Nothing 'bout him can be booed. Ed Rutan is no woman's man, That is, at the least not one's, Though frozen or under ban, Eddie would still have some hons. Another bold fighting marine Is Sir Francis Rombousek, A strong cog in the roaring machine, That drives the enemy back. Hobe Roberts is a. country lad, Who's used to sun and soil, And the crops we need and have had Come partly from this lad's toil. She's full to the tip of' her tongue, With laughs not hard to provoke. I think she will always stay young, Alys Reese, of you I've spoke. He's really not a wolf you see, Can't blame him for liking girls. He seems like the quiet type to me- Herb Pierce-I'm wrong, say the glr She's quite noticeably demure, Maintains a good shape with no diet, You all do know her I'm sure, Her name is Phyllis Piatt. There's little known and little told Concerning Al Phillips, so, As long as you all know I'm joking, On to the next verse I go. Mary Osowick wants to be A secretary I'm told. But here is a prophecy: She'll be wed before she's too old. Frank Oliver now takes his place, In the midst of this corny verse. This may not quicken his pulse's pace If I'd known him 'twould be much w Catherine ' Ogrodnick's unconcerned, With trivial things like men, But when she has her school work les She may study men again. The Einstein of our physics class, So dubbed by Mr. Chase, Is Walt O'Connor, who, alas! Must find the bounds of space. One of the constant trio, Eleanor, Helen and Anne, Is Eleanor Nicolette, Find her alone if you can. She's tall, well-rounded type of girl, Who's easy on the eye. Her name is Phyllis Zeller, She likes boys. Don't ask me why. Buoyant, demure and naive, Then too, Jean Waycie's coy, But she must wear her heart on her For some gallant soldier boy. Bill Wagner is our King of Clowns, His jokes are super corn. But still he's nice to have around, When life and school are borin'. Gene Vollmer who is better known As Boxy to his pals, A few wild oats has lately sown With the Matamoras gals. John Stewart has gone to help Uncle Win this new war to end wars, And when he's all finished with Uncle He'll come back to the girl he adm Bill Soner's a. quiet, retiring boy, With a smile that will win any heal But never can tell when he's sad or in j When needed, he'll do his full part. Antoinette Soletro has in her eyes A soft, Neopolitan light. And feelings she cannot disguise, Be they sad ones, or angry or bright