Saltsburg High School - La Saltianna Yearbook (Saltsburg, PA)

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THE SALT SHAKER • ' grown up now, or they thought they were, so they spent some of their time working. They had to act grown-up for the next fall when they went back to high school as Juniors. Now Juniors are queer people. They know so much more than Sophomores and Freshmen; but they are afraid of the class above them, so they spend most of the year giving them parties and banquets, and planning pleasing events for them. They are sort of servants for the high and mighty fourth year folks. By this time the boys and girls had a number of teachers. There was Mr. Snyder who always thought an F was as good as an E, or at least it looked that way. Then there was Miss Ewing who always thought that that (x) we talked about was the most important thing in school. Then there was Mr. Frampton whose favorite expression seems to be, “All right! Haven’t you anything to do?” Then came Mr. Fisher with his favorite pastime of pounding the desk and shouting, “What’s going on back there?” Now comes Miss Morgan whom you can always depend upon to pass the glad news, “Come around at four o’clock for forty minutes.” And Miss Carson, who taught Music and thought the trilling of her Glee Clubs rivaled the birds in the trees. And lastly, the Principal, Mr. McMillen, who didn’t say much (unless right mad) but one look caused you to wilt. After the Junior Year was over, and vacation had come to an end, what do you think happened? No, the school building didn’t burn. No, they didn’t have any Christmas tree. Well, I’ll tell you what happened. When the Juniors went back to school again, they weren’t Freshmen, they weren’t Sophomores, they weren’t Juniors. They were SENIORS. They found out that Seniors were the highest and greatest class in school. And when they are Seniors, the faculty looks up to them just because they are Seniors. And the Juniors look up to them because they are Seniors. And the Sophomores and Freshmen are afraid of them because they are Seniors. Seniors get to do a lot of things. They get to go to banquets. They have class meetings, and you know if the faculty doesn’t get mad at them, they graduate. And so it happened after twelve longs years the little boys and girls of this story grew into Seniors. Only instead of the same little boys and girls who started to school together those who are Seniors are: Gladys Allenbaugh, Sarah Ameno, Ward Brown, Geneva Cash, Ruth Cochran, Janet Conn, George Cunkleman, Eva Dunn, Edwin Franklin, June Hilty, Myron Kiebler, Dannie McDivitt, Robert McKelvey, Gilbert Maguire, John Rupert, Donald Shirley, Mable Stine, Gilbraith Stitt, Mary Ellen Walters, James Wilson. Seniors are important people. At least these are important. Many are the honors and prizes they have earned. Just listen to a few: There’s John Rupert who holds the county record in the Javelin. Sarah Ameno, who took the highest honors in the Class of ’33. Gladys Allenbaugh, who won first prize of $5.00 in the Lion Club Essay Contest in ’32. Gilbraith Stitt, the noted tap-dancer. Gilbert Maguire, Janet Conn and Mary Ellen Walters who have a record of perfect attendance during their four years of high school. Robert McKelvey, who so ably directed the class through its Senior year, and won the Alumni prize for best grade in Mathematics for four years. Geneva Cash, who won the prize for being one of the two best spellers in high school. Janet Conn, who won first prizes in orations, readings and in debating. Gladys Allenbaugh, who took second honors for grades in her high school course. Myron Kiebler, the editor-in-chief of the school paper in the Senior year. And all you had to do was see the play “Windy Willows” to appreciate the acting ability of Ruth Cochran, Janet Conn, Myron Kiebler, Dannie McDivitt, Robert McKelvey, Gilbert Maguire, Gladys Allenbaugh and James Wilson. So you see, Sonny Boy. from this story you learn that SENIORS are a class in Saltsburg High School, and that they came to be after years of study and hard work. And some day, if you study, you, too, can be a Senior, and just like the Seniors of 1933, you will graduate and get a diploma.” Sonny Boy—Mother, I like that story. Some day I am going to be a Senior, too. Sonny Boy—Andy Weamer. Mother—Janet Conn. CLASS PROPHECY (Concluded from Page 9) I saw our old friend, Gilbraith Stitt, down at the Stanley the other night. He has become one of the best tap dancers in the business. Another person whose ambitions were fulfilled. Do you remember how he used to entertain at all the class parties with those fancy steps? —(Listens.) Say, if you want to hear something good, just tune in on the Sunoco Oil Program some night and listen to Ward Brown and Edwin Franklin. They have replaced the Two Black Crows. They are Amos and Andy, The Two Black Crows, and Lowell Thomas all rolled together. Make about $8,000 a week. Well, if you must go now, I’ll say good-bye. I could tell you plenty about other members of the class but I don’t want you to be late for your lecture. Give me a ring the next time you’re in town. 19 3 3