Rochester High School - Mirage Yearbook (Rochester, PA)

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THE MIRAGE CHRONICLES OF MCDST WORTI-IY AND ANCIENT CLASS GF '35 Xxfhir-rrr-rr-rlll That, ladies and gentlemen,is Time turning baclc the centuries to 1923. At that far distant and half forgotten date our unworthy and considerably smaller feet tripped fearfully into the venerable halls of Jefferson Street, Dinney Street, and Adams Street school buildings and long process of our civilization was begun. Most honorable friends of present day were even less Icnown than man in renowned celestial body. For students in primary grades worthy school board graciously furnished many intriguing diversions, such as puzzles and colored beads, which we have missed so sadly, in our second childhood Cnamely-I'ligh Schooll. Swiftly as flight of swallows passed three years in this blissful state. Fourth Grade-Ahl magical words-dost realize full significance of this memorable step? I-low accomplished, intellectual, brilliant, and worldly-wise we felt when we realized that one teacher could no longer instruct us in all branches of Icnowledge. Ifagerly we attaclred such glamorous new subjects as geography. Those wonderful, wide, flat boolcs-how conveniently they replaced our sleds when we desired to coast on our way to school. For another reason too, Fourth Grade has become a land- marlc in our story, at last we were unitedl Closely following one another, as manis shadow follows him, came Fifth and Sixth Grade. During these glorious years we were for the first time oldest pupils in building and felt vastly superior to unfortunate small fry, still in First, Second and Third years. Junior High-With horrifying shock we suddenly realized that institution we were attending had demoniacal purpose of teaching us something-that we were expected to grow up. Occasionally we were addressed by tactful speakers as young men and women. Twice each weelc we gleefully traversed distance to the most venera- ble white temple of learning at corner of Adams Street and Ohio Avenue to gambol about in gym and domestic science rooms. And then without one wistful baclrward look we reached final chapter of our narrative. As massive doors slowly swung open, our ranlcs filed into the white temple-Q we no longer left after brief visit of one or two periods, it had become our permanent abiding place. After gaining entrance we noticed addition of numerous strange be- ings-after due deliberation we decided these animals belonged to the same specie as ourselves, but were of different strain, ours being classed resident and theirs non- resident. Many were further differentiated by mode of travel. Four times each day we traveled weary bloclcs from home to school on lowly feet, they however, sped over roads in huge red and yellow dragon cars. Forsalcing former position of eminence in Eighth Grade we had become lowly worms and as such found ourselves relegated to underground corridors. Ch, shades of Pluto, woe were wel Periodically at command N inmm

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. Ni' ISI gf Quai THE IRAGE .N A ll .M I Ni J will X , fx. THOMAS MOORE CTommyD Class President ll, Ill, IV National Honor Society Ill, IV National Athletic Society Football lll, IV Basketball ll, lll, IV Oracle Statf ll, III, IV German Club lll Mirage Club R. O. D. K. Club IV Band l, ll, Ill The task of leading a class through high school years is not easy, but Tommy has done it well and in a manner leaving little to be desired. Through his guidance the class has successfully gone through the years of high school with considerable Financial and social success. l-'le has marshalled his talents in football and basket- ball and there stands his record of games well played. We, the Class of '35 extend our thanks to a student, athlete and above all, a sincere friend. E igbtem

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THE MIRAGE ol that martinet, lamiliarly lcnovvn as a schedule, vve ventured into light ol upper Floors. l lere most humble feet invariably led us up or down wrong staircase to vast amuse- ment of honorable upper-classmen. One hundred and eighty days We remained in this unenviable state. For eleven years vve had struggled tovvard this point of eminence. Alasl victory turned to ashes in our mouths as vve realized seniors are not sacred, but are expected to obey rules too. The shoclc was overly severe for precious mental balances. Present- ing vvall of cynical sophistication and ennui to lower classmen we turned to each other for comfort. l-leartrending and pitiful sightl-when by ourselves vve reverted to childhood. But breathe not a word of this, we must maintain our prestige among juniors and sophomores. Main interest vvas creation of this worthy worlc ol art. Neces- sary amount ol Filthy lucre was secured by peanut brittle sales, Christmas card sales, and gentle sarcasm ofl. A. White. To you,venerable advisor,vve give our heartfelt gratitude. An organ pealsi blaclc robed Figures march slovvly, solemnly dovvn the aisle. ln their hands they carry a certificate ol their accomplishment. Highschool days are over. lvlary Ledger 9894555 Twmgy