Shenango High School - Tomahawk Shen Hi Yearbook (New Castle, PA)

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C70 0 CLASS KNOCKER Fellow bearers of the ball and chain, underclassmen who have still endless suspended sentences to serve, honorable but unjust judges, and anyone else motivated to witness this either through sheer curiosity, or scornful pity, as I have been made an innocent victim of the guilt of all my surroundings, I shall pursue to knock those who have knocked me. For, as the saying goes, NHe who knocks last, knocks bestln Just a few knocks now at my cell buddiesi Alice Koski says of herself, WI like music--old or new.n Maybe so, but sometimes I wonder if it 1sn't one who makes music that she really likes. Isaac Elmer Junior George, I mean Junior Elmer George Isaac, I mean Isaac Junior Elmer--well, George, consider yourself knocked! I've always wanted one good reason to be thankful for having to leave for school before 8:50. Now I have it. Our blossoming young maestro, Ted Adams, plays at that time over WKST. Nothing would be worse than hearing Ted unless it would be listening to Bill Reitz. He holds the record for murdering more pieces and slaying more people with his violin than any other man--living or great. In his graduation picture Harold Kline is sporting two very per- fect waves. Really, Harold, I think your hair would!be so much more becoming to you page boy. Etta Snyder and Emily Ross are the two pals of our class. They bore and are bored by each other. Anna Mae McCandless is a miniature walking nFive and Ten.n What she doesn't have, Murph's is certain not to carry. nThere is pleasure in being mad which none but madmen know.n If you don't believe it, ask Saad bpott, Vernon Booher, or Dale Baldwin. Helen Crudell is that sweet young thing from South New Castle Boro. At the contests she was afraid to go out in the rain for fear she would melt. You're not as sweet as all that, Miss! Leona St. John has a very Biblical name, but there 1sn't anything saintly about her! UA liar should have a good memory.n I guess that accounts for Mar- garet Woloszen's ability to tell about her great-grandmother's half- brother's nephew's grandson's sow without confusing it with her aunt's sister-in-law's uncle's great-grandfather'e 52nd cous1n's cow. Jean Sorbo may not be 99flOO Z pure, but anyhow she floats, and raises the pond 99flOO inches in doing so. This will be Francis Pitzer and Gerald Mooney's song 10 years from now: nTho' Wisdom oft has sought me, I scorned the lore she brought meg My only books Were women's looks And folly's all they've taught me 1 Marjorie Houk and Jean Fiore-are really very talkative girls. Sur- prising how quiet they can be in P.O.D. though, isn't it? Jennie Marttala has the reputation of being the ndarling of our c1ass.' Just a minute, Jennedell, I've even heard of horses being called 'Darling.n Martin is the name of the radio technician of our class. Dunn ldonel usually describes the radio upon which he has applied his genius. Howard Curie is well described by this passage. Quote, nHe acts as though he owned the whole school and were thinking about taking over the buses.' Unwuote. CThank you, Miss Ackerman.J When is a nbelld a siren? when it refers to the nBelln of Castle- wood, Ellen Williams. On days when she laughs she had the entire force of the Shenango Volunteer firmen la la truck! at the school in exactly 59.9 seconds. in

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in Q O Qi A few of the more sophisticated members of our class delved into dramatics, and in April we presented the master play of the years, a comedy, WThe Gang's All Here.' On May 27, a lovely spring evening, lads and lassies triv- ped o'er the green to attend the Annual Junior-Senior Prom, which in our young lives was a most gorgeous affair. Why? Be- cause we gave it! The Seniors sought to repay the Juniors for the successful prom by giving a picnic at Etna Springs. We had oceans of food and barrels of fun. We began our home voyage in September, 1938 with a crew of forty-seven dignified Seniors. Miss Cowmeadow, the regular Senior Class Pilot, in her tugboat steamed out to sea to stear our ship safely to harbor. To assist her in this difficult task we chose the follow- ing officers: President, Alice Koskig Vice-President, Gernetta Csmerong Secretary, Carl Lundeeng Treasurer, Gerald Mooney. spectacular presentation of the play which we dedicated to the Freshmen. words, WOne of the best performances The first successful enterprise of the year was our highly entitled WThe Green L1ght,N From the critics came the ever given at Shenango.N Believe it or not! '39. In January we began work on our A very efficient staff was chosen with Dorothy Black as masterpiece, the annual of editor. The completed manuscript reveals the unusal literary talent of our group. On June 2 the Junior class honored us with a very elab- orate prom. We appreciated their thoughtfulness. Being also of a sociable disposition we invited our friends, the Juniors, to a picnic on June 6. There was an abundance of pickles and a scarcity of sandwiches. Commencement, the final event ip our high school course, was a sublime and fitting occasion marking the twelfth annlv- ersary of the founding of grand old Shen-Hi. As a class we began our educational career at the time of the founding of this ship that make noble institution and have greatly aided in directing the through its many calm and stormy periods. We believe the old vessel will never sail as smooth now that we must our departure. Thus ends the solemn history of a brilliant class. Shed no tears at our passing.

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CD0 c,1::lP Have you ever been frightened in study hall by a loud clank? You needn't have gotten scared it was only Edna Califsto closing her month after she finished talking. CPoss1ble--finish ta1king?J Whenever Mr. Canan wants any information on how to play the slot machines, all he has to do is to refer to Ed. Pragacz. Any luck lately, Ed? Marian Stelter is the slowest thing! She averages only 1,679 words a minute--talking, of course. Just as x plus x plus x equals O Cwhen x is equal to oy so does Dale McConahy plus Bob Darwin plus Carl Sager equal Nnobody home.U Isn't mathematics wonderful? Everytime I hear NeLee Hart, I have half a notion to comfort her by saying, WI would not have thee linger in thy pa1n.' It's a pity that some women have been given sohmuch to say. hhy, Helen Joki and Marie Ross have been known to say something as many as two times a week! Jessie Kennedy is a heart-breaker--which only goes to prove that most boys are very unintelligent. Carl Lundeen has been our class's most efficient secretary. How many times did I write the minutes for you, Carl? Mary Stolitca and Olga Pavelchek are really Hback-breakers.n They break their own backs patting them for their basketball ability. Mae Kerr is so small that she has to report to the office personally every day so as not to be counted absent. Sometimes I wonder if Carl Mclltrot isn't Irish--he gets so green when anyone evenllooks at Mary Elizabeth. As for the young lady, she's ture blue. Yes, and even TOO blue--when she forgets to stay at home on test days! 'What the teachers don't know about what report cardln Mary Bavlich is just another writer On behalf of the reading public I demand national. Whenever Jane Cycon gets started on Madeline Duckworth is the world's best bluffer. Her philosophy is, I don't know won't hurt my whose works will go unappreciated. a pony and a new Pavlich Inter- one of her high-pressure sales talks, only one title describes her--nGone With the Wind.' Imogene Wallace is the ost optomistic person I've ever known. Doesn't the saying go, nlgnorance is bliss? Il Garnetta Cameron is Scotch. By way of compliment we might remark that the Scotch are a VERY thrifty people. At last, Dorothy Black. She will make she does a lot and accomplishes nothing. 9. Oh yes, and there's still Lewis Kender. it'll only disturb his pleasant slumber. So, my dear friends, perhaps now you c a perfect genius among all these imperfects Bn wonderful teacher in that But I mustn't knock him-- appreciate the feelings of I alone can remain unknocked for I alone can take the plank from the eye of my iuddy, there being not even a splinter in mine! farlwi?