Scienceville High School - Cavalier Yearbook (Youngstown, OH)

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L - a: a :1' THE SILHOUETTE Can You Imagine Gwen Absolamebeing unreliable. Elizabeth Baglieriwwearing a bustle. Eloise Draa--having a long conversation With a boy. Violet Burrows-Without her hair set. Louis Baglieriegoing into business as a peanut-vender. Shelton Bell--letting Carrie Brown make a hero out of him. Paul Grayetaking a girl out. Edith Fairbanks-Without her string of A,s,,. Esther Moretti-avoiding Buddy Spezza. Sophie Ncimark-getting low grades. Louise Steib-leaving Robert Hall alone. Steve Kochamba-admitting he,s bashful. Fred Lynch-hurrying to class. Ralph Swinney-without Erma. J. C. Tarver-skipping classes. Evelyn Boals-vamping a man. Mary Gale DeterdingHWithout her history assignment. Lucy Krivane-giving dancing lessons. Arbutus Bott-giving Bud Francis dirty looks. Essie Mae Oliver-agreeing that you are right. Marie Croscinihaving her chemistry lessons up to date. Andy Pallay-missing anything that goes on. John Michael-letting a certain Sophomore girl walk to classes by herself. Oliver Palatinus-staying in the background. Steve Sinkovic-talking to the girls. Florence McBrideeas a stenographer in a doctorhs office. Margaret Longstreet-without the 27h Chevie. Mike Yurchison-being forward, Helen Thompson-Without that far-away look. Jane CampbelleaSking James Lawson for the next dance. Joseph Carter-trying to slide down a trombone. Wayne Shipton-being timid around girls. Marion Staffordewithout work to do, HOW HELPLESS THE JUNIOR CLASS WILL BE WITHOUT THEIR FRIENDS-THE SENIORS?

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THE SILHOUETTE Senior Class Notes CLASS MOTTOeAn investment in knowledge pays the best interest. CLASS FLOXVEReRed Rose. CLASS COLORS-Old Rose and Ivory. hh-t'Aw-tt Class Song Class Poem 1936 tTune of Battle Hymn of the XVewe come to the close of our Senior RepubliCU year Loyalty to Scienceville, the school we And the parting seems hard to bear. love so dear, But this one thought we must keep in Honor to her standards that shall never mind; speak of fear, Sweet Mem,ryis a jewel rare. Bulwark of protection that,s a shelter from 311 woe. In the struggle to reach our goal Thy spirit goes marching on! We,ve had both trouble and fun. But the rainclouds have parted now; CHORUS: Disclosing once more the sun. Glory to thy name forever, Honor thine above all others Our path of preparation has led us Rising ever to thy colors T0 the threshold of life outside; We will keep thy standard high! And, if opportunity greets us not, We know that the world is wide. Sing the song of Vict,ry till from hill and dale it rings, Of this fact there is no doubt; Till each mountain to the valley its re- Some are large and some are small sounding echo brings; But we of 1936 will be, It fills our hearts with gladness and our The mightiest Class of them all. hOPeF are ever h1gh eMarion, Sfrszord Thy spirit goes marching on! Our hearts with love grow warmer and we fain would linger here, As memlries bring back happy hours so far and yet so near. Ever faithful to thy colors as we bear them on ahead Thy spirit goes marching 0n! -Carrie Brawn This Page Sjmm'or-yd by MENTZER CANDY CO., Wholesale Confectioners 36l7 Market Street Phone 24053 Youngstown, Ohio nineteen

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THE SILHOUETTE Senior Class Prophecy One sunny, spring morning I started on a merry, little jaunt. The flowers perfumed the breeze; the spring birds filled the air with sweet, thrilling, high-pitched musical notes; the brook trickled and murmured to the wild animal life of the forest. All this enchanted me, and I wandered on and on. Suddenly I discovered that I had lost my way. I stopped still, looking right and left, and nearby, to my surprise, I saw a little run-down shack. Going nearer, I knocked at the door. No anSWer came. I knocked again. Still there was no answer. Becoming curious, I opened the door and walked into the old shack and saw, to my amazement, a large comfortable dwell- ing-most of it apparently being underground. Peering cautiously into the dim corners, I presently saw an old woman looking at me queerly. uDon,t bother to tell me who are are? she called shrilly. I know you. You have come from the Scienceville class of 36 and are here to learn what is in store for all of you in the future. Many come seeking my advice, but few profit by it because youth will learn through experience. However, follow me and I shall show you a few things to surprise and delight you? Now, really, this was amazing, because I had not been thinking of my ClaSs, and nothing was farther from my thoughts than the future; nevertheless I decided to follow and learn what I could, since I had been given the opportunity. She started slowly down a long passage, I following. Suddenly she spoke, iiNow, along this passage you will find many doors and each door is numbered for a respective year. Enter as many as you like, and gaze into the future, but it will do you no good to speak to those whom you see for they can neither see nor hear you. When you are finished, come back and I will be waiting for youf, With these words, she turned and left me standing before the room numbered 1937. With trembling hand, I turned the knob on the door and stepped into the room. Suddenly all my fears left me, for here I saw friends. Sitting at her easel, I saw Gwendolyn Absolam finishing a remarkable picture. Her secretary, Mary Andrews, was busy sorting fan mail. Steve Arendas was scrubbing the floor for the great ex- hibition to be held there. I came to room 1938 which was in the form of a race track. Steve Kochamba was trying all types of racing cars. None of the cars suited him. Does anyone have a car that might suit him? JoSeph Kopstoffer won the 100-yard dash in the Olympics. YouIre doing fine, Joe. We find Lucy Krivan, who having tried out a speeding car, is now blocked by a few telephone poles. The Shipton-Sinkovic Circus was in room 1939. At the gate I found Raymond Prisby with Steve Rohan as ticket seller. Edward Ross, the general manager, was showing off his sword swallower, Tommy Semchee, to the public. In the tent the first thing I saw was Ralph Swinney, the blushing Romeo, operating the Dating Bureau, with Helen Thompson, the dainty little tight rope walker, attracting his attention. In the next corner Jack Tavolario was taming savage lions and James Tarver was telling those little white lies to all who will listen. In another corner we have those famous musical twins, Elizabeth and Louis Baglieri, who play in Rubber Bands. In room 1940 Marguerite Moretti was practicing her crooning for a future audi- tion with Major Bowes. The Moretti,s are very laughable; Esther is the inventor of laughing gas. Frank Nagy was ninth fiddler in Guy Lombardds Orchestra. In the audience sat Sophie Neimark, with her eyes intent upon the fiddler. In room 1941 I found John Pope as dancing instructor for girls. He was teaching them how to put rhythm in their walk; his pupils were Mary Pozgay, Anna Szenyeri, Marion Stafford, and Louise Steib. twenty-one