Shade Township High School - Shadonian Yearbook (Cairnbrook, PA)

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EDXVARD TOMASZEWSKI. Serious minded Ed played center for Shade upon his return from Holy Cross in his junior year. He exhibited an excellent vocabulary and was a gifted speaker. Quiet, reserved had friends in the lower grades as well as among thedseniors. He plans to enter college after leaving Sha e. JOHN ROMANCHAK. A Navy vet was john. He returned from the service to resume his studies. Curly- haired John attended our parties like a true Shadite. He revived many friendships and was envied by the boys for having Miss Maurer's all-girl room as his home- room. ROY ZIMMERMAN. Zim had bright red hair and a temper to march. A whiz with electricity, he took over the lighting problems at most plays and parties. He worked industriously as photo editor for the Shadonian. Zim and janet were linked by a diamond, and he aims to become a construction engineer. RUBY ZIMMERMAN. Nellie was one of them that' Ridge gals. Mixed Chorus, Girls Chorus and the Commercial Club took up much of Nellie's time. She and Smitty could usually be seen strolling the halls. As long as there's something to eat, this fair miss will be around. She is another beautician-to-be. BORN March 26, 1951 DIED December 18, 1946 JAMES A. PALANES Can Death be asleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? The transient pleasure as a vision seen, And yet we think the greatest pain's to die. How strange it is that man on earth should roam, And lead a life of woe, but not forsake His rugged pathg nor dare he view alone His future doom which is but to awake. Kean- On Death

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STEVE WASIL. Like a deep, deep voice? One pleasing to the ear belongs to Stutes, the quiet, smil- ing shop boy from Reitz No. 4. Stutes knew how to fling the javelin and was a member of the Shade Pan- thers. With Charlie or Joe, he could be found at Samuels dancing or discussing current sports events. DWIGHT WEAVER. Weav came to Shade from Johnstown in his senior year. Here's one boy who votes thumbs down for U. M. T. It's not thumbs down when it comes to loaflng with Shaffer and Boyer, or tinkering around with an automobile. Someday, when he becomes less interested in girls, he hopes to establish for himself a career in aviation. KENNETH WEIBLE. Ken was one of the many boys who discovered that it doesn't pay to go hunting on the last day of buck season. Much of his time is spent with Ed and Bill and at chorus rehearsal. Ken delights in driving his dad's Plymouthg and someday he wants to become a good mechanic. ROBERT WILL. Short, stocky Bob enjoyed school and was a good student. He played in the Band as second trumpeter and four years of tootin' behind him. He was student council representative during his senior year. He hoped to get into a trade school after gradua- tion. He loafed at Reels Corners which was a stone's throw from his home. ANDREW YEPSTREPSKY. Yuppy was happy when working in the shop. He made many worthwhile projects. He was a slight, meticulous lad who enjcyed working hard when he knew it was not in vain. He tcok a liking to Biology and made many original slides. He walked to school every morning with his pal, Soho. JANET YOUNG. janet was a tall, attractive senior who displayed a neat wardrobe. She possessed much talent at tickling the ivories, and was the accompanist for the Choruses and Sextet. janet acted as feature edi- tor for the Shadarrow. She enjoyed cruising around in her dad's Plymouth. Her ambition was to be a pianist, but that diamond on her finger also tells a story. MARY ZAYAC. This small, delightful lass from Rockingham established herself firmly in the Com- mercial Club. She was a Chorus member. With her chum, Litko, Mary found much time to tell the latest joke. Give me spaghetti and French fries, says Mary. She is another gal who intends to be someones Sec. She spent hours typing for the Shadonian. EARIE ZGETTS. Gig was our vivacious gal who hailed from Wilbur. Favorable comment from the opposite sex could always be heard whenever Gig passed. Maybe thats why she enjoyed note writing so much'-rm? This young lady knew her way around the dance floor and was an expert at flirting. She was President of the Commercial Club in her senior year. Gig hopes to take up cfhce work.

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CLASS XVILL To Mr. Spangler we leave all the little bells to get the future classes out of the halls. To Mr. Swartzwelder we leave two rabbits. T hey'll be able to multiply much better than the Physics students. To Mr. Danko we leave a bottle of hair restorer to replace the many he pulled out because of us. To Mr. Cable we leave the fee for a sanity test, which he may need after the ignorant questions we asked him. To Mrs. Tremel we leave a box of steel wool to scrub the burnt pots and pans. To Mr. Sesack we leave a bottle of Sloan's lini- ment for his aching back after bending for hours over the broken machines in the shop. To Mr. Statler we leave a rubber window opener to save windows. To Miss Ward we leave a jug of paint remover to rid herself of the ugly splotches left by the artists. To Miss Snider we leave a bottle of stagnant water full of paramecia for her microscope. To Fred Brubaker we leave a new drum stick to beat out the typing rhythm. To Miss Lehman we leave a stack of broken pencils for her future secretaries to sharpen. To Mr. Trimeloni we leave that peerless detec- tive, Fearless Fosdick. Maybe he will be able to find out what X equals. To Mrs. Whited we leave a tattered set of en- cyclopedias-investigative themes. To Mr. Richard Brubaker we leave the future Napoleons of history. To Mrs. Schiffhauer we leave our many ink splattered themes to decipher. To Mr. Long we leave a pitch pipe to tune up the shower room baritone. To Mr. Ripple we leave high hopes for next year's sports. To Miss Maurer we leave the medal of honor for surviving our acting in the senior play. To Mr. Oaks we leave a shovel to plow his way over from the white building in mid-winter. To Mr. Kipp we leave a badly bent nail for his shop students to straighten out. To Mrs. Firl we leave a slightly used sheet to show her Latin students what the well dressed Romans were wearing when they had that New Look. To Miss Critchfield we leave a box of vitamin pills and a sun lamp to partially make up for what she left when she returned from Florida. To Mr. Holsinger we leave the remnants of the band with hopes that heill be able to get along without the hard working seniors. I, Frances Augustine, bequeath my school memories to my sister, Mary Jane Augustine. I, Harry Baldwin, bequeath my misfortunes to sit in Detention Hall to an up and coming senior, Pete Volchko. I, George Ball, bequeath my constant walking to and from school to the future freshmen from Central City. I, John Barton, bequeath the long worn road to and from school to James Oravec. I, Hilda Benna, do willfully bequeath to my friend Grace Weyant my everlasting giggle. I, Helen Berezonsky, do hereby bequeath to Isabelle McQuade, my baton, boots, and uniform. May she strut proudly in her future years as a majorette at good old Shade. I, George Bestvina, bequeath my daring Hookey playing to anyone who can have as much fun at it as I did. I, Dolores Bialek, bequeath my cheerleading tactics and ability to make the crowd yell, to a fellow cheerleader, Marie Ann Gunza. I, Stush Bobulinski, bequeath my Senior Science book to anyone who thinks they can find time to read it. I, Mike Bodnar, bequeath my position as mayor of Reitz No. 4 to another member of our social order, George Ference. I, Dick Boyer, bequeath to Fred Shaffer my ability of not getting my homework done on time. I hope he gets away with it easier than I did. I, Elmer Buffy, bequeath my interesting English speeches that could almost be heard to my brother, james. I, Thomas Callahan, bequeath my accurate at- tendance to all high school parties to an up and coming sophomore, Joe Churnik. I, Paul Cherep, bequeath all the fun and knowl- edge that I did not acquire at Shade High to james Oravec. I, Marjorie Churney, bequeath the fun of sneak- ing out of my homeroom during sixth period to my sister, Mildred. Don't make as much noise laughing as I did. I, Erma Custer, bequeath nothing. My memo- ries are far too precious to give up. I'll take them with me. I, Ann Degory, bequeath all the headaches and fun of being captain of cheerleaders to the future head. I, Alice Deneen, bequeath all my long and dreary hours making English themes and speeches to Noney Weicht. CI hope she does better than I didb. I, Dot Denorcy, will the joys of wearing a third finger ring to any other lucky senior of the future.