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

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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.

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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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CLASS WILL I, Angeline Deipangrazio, bequeath my saying How Sweet to Helen Filyo. I, Betty Dorcik, bequeath Whimpey Measles, my faithful trombone, to my sister Irene, to have and to hold until she, too, marches with our school band. I, Paul Fetzko, will my seat in detention hall to anyone who thinks he can fill it as well as I did. I, Adeline Flack, bequeath my seat in P. O. D. class with 40 boys to anyone who can take the kidding I did. I, Edward Foltin, bequeath my many happy hours in the shop to anyone who will enjoy them as much as I did. I, Glenn Gordon, bequeath my knowledge of making hilarious speeches in English class to any- one who is daring enough to do so. I, Marion Greathouse, bequeath my so called shyness to anyone who can make something of it. I, Bill Hall, bequeath my English book to an up and coming senior, jeff Landis. May he use it more than I have. I, Helen Harckom, bequeath the art of taking my shoes off in Miss Maurer's room to my sister, Betty, if she desires to learn it. I, Josephine Hartman, bequeath my last four years of smooth sailing to my sister, Mary. I, John Harvilla, bequeath my Physics class dis- agreements to joe Gardosik. I, john Hook, bequeath all my well worn shop tools to an oncoming shop student, joe Youhas, and may he take better care of them than I did. I, Donald Hostetler, bequeath my ability to sleep in all classes to Steve Estep. I, Chester Hoyecki, bequeath my mischievous pranks to Edward Dude McQuade. I, Vic Hoyecki, do hereby bequeath my alarm clock to anyone who needs it as much as I did. I, janet Jerz, bequeath the razzing I took be- cause of my bangs to Carol Lee Metz. I, Margaret Kasonye, leave my technique of writing themes in English class to my brother, Mike. I, Leonard Kiser, bequeath my job of bringing in animal specimens for the Biology Department to ,my brother, jimmy. I, Michael Knapp, bequeath my seat in deten- tion hall to my brother, Bill. I, Thelma Knipple, bequeath my ability to make speeches in English class to my sister, Ruth. I, Goldy Koleszarik, do hereby bequeath my passing notes to Inez jean Harbaugh. May she do as good a job as I did in not being caught. I, Eva Kovach, leave to my brother joe, my Shorthand notebook. May his Egyptian-like characters be read with more pleasure than mine. I, Eleanor Kovak, bequeath my noon time danc- ing to Nancy Elko. I, john Kramer, bequeath to Dude McQuade a few inches of my height so that he is not mistaken for the football team's mascot when he runs on the field. I, George Kranchalk, bequeath my ability to hold girls in the Commercial section in their seats until I leave the room to Robert Frazier. You'll have to grow a bit though, Bob. - I, Elizabeth Kranchalk, bequeath my typewriter to my sister, Cecilia. May she enjoy the throw drills as much as I did. I, Isabelle Kraylik, bequeath my talking ability and giggling in Mr. Statler's study periods to whomever enjoys them as much as I did. I, Walter Kusmerka, will my football and basketball ability to my younger brother, john. I, Marion Lambert, bequeath my clarinet squeaks at the wrong time, to an up and coming junior, Mary Ann Zolla. I, jack Landis, bequeath the beaten path from Old Central to the high school to Steve Estep. I, Esther Larson, bequeath my well-worn type- writer to anyone who is willing to spend as much time at it as I did. I, Mary Litko, bequeath my sense of humor and giggle to Pauline Fatich. May she keep out of trouble with them better than I have. I, Marie Lohr, bequeath my chemistry book to anyone who can do better than I. I, Thayer C. Lyons, bequeath my acting ability, my musical talent, and my natural wit to any other intelligent, handsome, good-natured person who can keep away from the little green men with butterfly nets. I, Elaine Magnone, joyfully bequeath my wonderful worn out majorette uniform, trimmings included, plus those size IOV2 boots to Lucille Oravec. May she carry them better than I. I, Elizabeth Manges, bequeath some of my quietness to my sister, Margaret. I, Steve Mauger, bequeath my bored feeling in English class to Paul Homa. I, Mary Mekis, bequeath my love for trying out new dance steps to next year's dance team, Dot Salonish and Jay Sroczynski. I, William Monko, bequeath my P. O. D. seat to my brother George. May he fill it better than I. I, Elizabeth Moxim, bequeath my chewing gum to Mary Moldovan. Hope your jaws can stand the strain. I, John Naret, bequeath my ability to get along with girls to an up and coming senior, James Buffy. I, Bill Nosel, bequeath to Andy Gumbita, my