Sandy Township High School - Flambeau Yearbook (Du Bois, PA)

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Class Song We are now the class of “forty-three’ in Sandy, Through many pleasures and troubles we have gone. ’Way up on the hill stands dear old Sandy High School That is where our last four years of school have gone. Our future years will probably be more sorrowful And many of our days will seem more blue. We are out to do our best in Sandy High School Now the time has come when we must say adieu. We are now leaving dear old Sandy High School, Where the teachers and the classmates have been true. We have had many happy days in dear old Sandy And we are sure not to forget any of you. We must say goodby to all our friends in Sandy, All those who have been so kind and true. Many of our good old friends at Sandy High School Will be sadly missed but we must say adieu. Tune: Star Spangled Banner Waving Somewhere Words by Vernon Walburn, ’43

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VERNON J. WALBURN “Bucky” Meet our super-salesman! “BuckyV’ excellent work in salesmanship class gives us an inkling about his future. His dependability and willingness to cooperate have made all of us respect him. It is the general concensus of opinion that Vernon helped to make the Senior play a complete success. RUTH WATT “Phoebe” Even a very slight acquaintance with Ruth will show that she has many amiable qualities. Although she is very quiet in class we find that outside of class she is like the rest of the women—quite talkative. We shall miss you, Ruth. MAE ZBIEG “Farmer” In spite of the fact that Mae lives such a long distance from school, she is an eager participant in school affairs. Her personality and acting ability were important factors in contributing to the success of the Senior play. Regardless of what she attempts she will emerge victor. Remembering The Value of Reproof

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Last Will and Testament Be it known to all that we, the Class of 1943 of the Sandy High School, of the County of Clearfield, and the State of Pennsylvania, being of sound minds and bodies, do make our Last Will and Testament, hereby revoking all former wills made at any time. CLAUSE I. To the school—We bequeath the hope that it will send out many more “bright Seniors” as the class of M3 has had the honor of doing. CLAUSE II. To the faculty—We give our thanks for their appreciation of our undertakings, their patience with our mistakes, and their encouragement when we were down-hearted. CLAUSE III. To the Juniors—We bequeath: 1. The talent of the present Flambeau Staff to be used in the preparation of their Flambeau. 2. The honor of receiving a diploma tied with their colors. 3. All of our P. D. books and we hope they will put them to good use, as we did. 4. The privilege of occupying the very front seats in chapel. To the girls the joy of marching out from chapel with the boys. 5. The honorable name of Seniors and as our last bequest “Be an honor to the name—as we have been.” CLAUSE IV. Special Items—We do bequeath the following: I, James Albert, leave my ability as an artist to Norman Brown. I, Twila Aske.v, leave my long fingernails to a Freshman who bites hers. I, James Beers, leave to go “dear hunting”. I, Ethel Bish, leave my quietness to Janet Harvey. I, Phyllis Bolam, leave my boy-friends to Althea Waggett. I, Aldo Brigide, leave my ability to sleep in English class to Eddie Lepionka. I, Freda Bundy, leave my modesty to Loretta Calvert. I, Jean Bundy, leave my “Motherly Love” to my sister, Lois. I, Lyle Bundy, leave my teasing to Bob Hoover. I, Jack Cams, leave my basketball ability to Mickey Elniski. I, John Cimino, leave my bashfulness to Frank Ogershok. I, Louis Cimino, leave my “big brown eyes” to “Augie”. I, James Clinton, leave my red hair to Dick Lane. I, Doris Cowie, leave my giggles to Betty Mowery. I, Marian Deasey, leave my Hi-Y position to Shirley Minns. I, Eugene Delp, leave my position at the Terminal to Dario Federici. I, Carl Dixon, leave my popularity with the girls to Jim Peters. I, John Dixon, leave my A’s to George Rosio. I, Marian Droney, leave my scholastic record to Helen Lines. I, Lester Dunlap, leave my practical jokes to Ted Schaffer. I, Tom Durick, leave my ability to “tickle the ivories” to Tony Ingro. I, Andy Durkin, leave my wavy hair to Dick Fleck. I, James Fink, leave my spelling ability to Jane Trude. I, Isaac Gearhart, leave to prepare a home for Belle. I, Vincent Grazulis, leave my basketball ability to Leo Rula. I, Phyllis Hand, leave my giggles to Marion Reasinger. I, Don Hockin, leave my jitterbugging to Walter Shiffler. I, Doris Hoover, leave S. H. S. hoping to grow taller. I, Virginia Hyatt, leave my quietness to the Juniors, who really need it. I, Vivian Hyatt, leave my studious nature to Edith Yoas. I, Keith Jones, leave my ability to tell stories to Jack Clyde. I, James Kilmer, leave my black Chevrolet to Eileen Salada. I, Delilah Kougher, leave my devilishness to a strict adherent of the rules of S. H. S. I, Aldine Liddle, leave my height to “Tiny” Duttry. I, Bob Lott, leave my ability to laugh at short notice to Jimmy Lane.