South Hills High School - Lives Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

Text from Pages 1 - 38 of the 1934 volume:

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Www f-- xxxx X xxwlN NNNl NlNxxwm'.i,k Elsie Selder Harry Shook Edgar Shor Rose Simon Robert Sisenwain Harry Smith Thomas Smith Florence Soffel Viola Speicher Mildred Staas Louise Stevenson V Harry Stocker Leah Strong Frank Sweeney Alexander Szarvas Josephine Tardy Doris Theis Ethel Thomas Mary Jane Thomas Rea Thomas Paul Tobin William Tole James Tommasin George Troppman Anthony Vachino Lester Van Lewen Mildred Von Schaven Margaret Walker 1 r . fr. .-'Alf l o ,- river mi f W' 193 v' iii. X 3' .. ., 0 iwMWWmWMWMyW4WMWM ,1.,.,, f.f r Y Roderick Walters Dorothy Watt Robert Welte Donald Wharton John Wheeler Alice Williams Charlotte Williamson Katherine Williamson Richard Williamson Rita Wilson Pearl Wright Ida Mae Yoest Vera Yost Warren Young William Zeller Ruth Zimmerman Today! With every rising of the sun Think of your life as just begun. The past has cancelled and buried deep All yesterdays. There let them sleep. Concern yourself with but Today. Grasp it, and teach it to obey Your will and plan. Since time began Today has been the friend of man. You and Today! A soul sublime And the great heritage of time. With God himself to bind the twain, Go forth, brave heart! Attain! Attain! at 'ffl' 195 - 9 f .. ' ,i 0- ' ---1 V. ' 'A ' VHAH , '2 ' si S. ,,,11lWW WdWM iii WMIHH fffff.. j if-I f f . ixxxtilmllllllll m mm xlllllttlm xmllw... President-Marie Giel Class Officers - Secretaryftlelen Seed VicefPresident-Roy Wolfram TreasurerfMargaret Klinzing Social Committee Robert Sisenwain James Klingensmith Anita Nelson Ruth Klein Dorothy Heldt Colorsflfirown and orange Motto-We must, we can, we will. Class Flower-Talisman Rose Guardian-C. S. Overcash Class Book Staff Class Prophecyfjane Anderson, Dramaticsffilorence Schmidt Paul Jennings Athletics Class History-Bertha Bender, Don Boys'4Irwin Brand Wharton Girls'-Helen Laucik Class Will-Conrad Primavera, Social Notes-Marie Giel Robert Sisenwain National Honor Society-Charles Music-Margaret Klinzing Blaker Faculty Committee Miss Heenan Mr. Allen Miss Griffith Mr. McAdow High Honor Honor Margaret Klinzing Edgar Shor Regis Schafer James Kirkpatrick Mildred Von Schaven William Zeger Charles Blaker Warren Young Robert Sisenwain Marie Ciel Betty Duncan Blue and White Record Company PRESENTS SONG OF SONGS RECORDED BY SENIOR A CLASS s The secrets of our Senior Class Are hidden in the phonograph. The records of our work are done And we all say uwe sure had fun. Our first year gave us lots of fun. It seems like only yesterday We had those freshief9Bfcards Green as the grass on a summer's day. I guess we acted rather silly. The Seniors probably thought us fools. But we didn't care. Those little green cards Got us early out of school. The schedule lasted only one term. In 9A we had to go all day. But then we had assemblies and gym And we would have liked it anyway. Our Sophomore year brought us subjects new. Geometry and Zoology, to mention two. But we got through them in the same good way As we passed our Latin in old 9A. For football heroes we did not lack, Tackles were Blazek and Rizzo, two. Eppiev and Sparky', filled quarterback, And at right guard, it was Schwan we knew. Fullbacks both were Devlin and Lentz, Charley Riske played center. jimmy Klingensmith now comes hence And is allowed at end to enter. Our basketball teams for several reasons Always have had successful seasons. Players from class of '34 Are one good reason and maybe more. The Junior year brought class election, Sponsor and officers of our selection. To help us out when opinions clash, We elected Mr. Cvercash. We had fun in his Zoology course, Cutting up beasts was the principle source. Two girls' squeals were quite phonetic When their hopper came out of its anesf thetic. As Seniors we had activities more, Parties and picnics as never before. N. H. S. claimed our attention, too. Of worthy members we had quite a few. Our workers in the S. C. A. Brought our rank of hervice higher, With Margaret Klinzing president, And treasurer Bill Zeiler. Then we discovered that in the arts Our members were taking leading parts, Not only in the field of dramatics But in mastering diflicult chromatics. Among the group of amateur actors, Shor and Blaker are leading factors. There are others, too, whom we might name, Schwan, and Brand, and Sisenwain. Betty Duncan plays the piano well, Mil' Von Schaven's songs in assembly swell. Kamerer, Harvey, and Ruth Zimmerman, too, Are found among the main singing crew. The Class play is coming right along, Soon Commencement will have come and gone. We will probably drop our usuperiorv air As we set forth in the world to fare. And in leaving we can say We rather wish that we could stay, For many friends we have tofday, Tomorrow will be friends of yesterday. wugisgu .3355 I FL - P7f ADIES AND GENTLEMEN, this is station SHHS. This concludes our broadcast of William Tole and his orchestra. We now take you to Times Square where Walter Metz, MQVGSYQM lil 'x4. go? ,. ocmafj get Cr-vp,, 42v. UQ'D mk1 D'fV2.n, ,, f-rOrq1+I'4 ' Fmmlfs' my-.D EOE Hows? CD 'fb' h 9, m Q-I P11111 111 5889, 00:2 '-lab-se 9,4255 WQQIUQ F?'f'+g,O wg 0 ibm? 9-va'gg-1-S1-1 FQWFQ Z9f3'V FY' SPno:.2, NSQC ji-2... cv D-is 4:-:L :lo- P? UQUQCT' lates? iw Okay, Flower. This crowd is very colorful. Ley' dig has just completed another crossing with the London Stratosphere Express with its regular glider train which is now resting atop the Klingensmith Building. Maybe we can find some important people who were aboard and who might have some interest' ing ideas on current news. Here's a businessflike looking young lady in a fur coat. just step right up to the microphone and give your name, occupation and opinion about the SandsfTrouppmann Tariff. Now, don't be bashful, you know everyone gets mike fright at times. Well, my name is Pearl Dorn. I am the office manager at the GrubbfArbogast Engineering Co. I donlt have any opinion about this tariff because there are so many I can't keep track of all of them. That's fine, Miss Dorn, and thank you very much. Here comes a gentleman in a derby with two young women. Sir, would you mind saying a few words? All right then, what is your name and those of the ladies with you, your occupation, and what do you think of Professor Pearce's proposed trip to Mars? '5My name is Thomas Smith, you've surely heard of me, and with the help of these two young ladies, Miss Vera Yost and Miss Katherine Williamson who designed the distinctive costumes, my company is producing the Vanities of '43. It opens at the Edgar Shor Theater tomorrow night and you can't afford to miss this super production. As for the trip to Mars, nnonauu U 232' U Un UU'r I'm willing to stay here on earth and read about it, but I do wish him luck. Thank you very much Mr. Smith. Say Kirk' patrick, isn't that Pastory of the Luffey Newsreel Co.? You can count on him to always be at the center of things with his trusty camera. Hey, Pastory, why don't you be sociable and come over and join us. Why, the last time I saw you, you were starting on the J. Tommasin African Expedition. What are you doing here? Well, you see it's this way. My pal, Mechenbier, of the New York Times scooped the fact that Mar' garet Renier, newly discovered artist of the Brand studios will arrive here direct from Hollywood some' time this afternoon, and I'm supposed to get a few shots of her arrival. Good luck, Roscoe. Hey, Kirkpatrick, untangle that wire so I can get inside this streamlined, silver roadster. Sir, what is your name, occupation, and opinion of Mr. Cook's appointment as ambassador to England? The name's Irvin, and if you'd listen you would soon find out I'm trying to sell this young lady, Miss Leola Brown, this latest model Primevera 16 cylinder roadster. And right now I'm much too busy to bother about any ambassadors. Thanks anyhow, Mr. Irvin. I wish you luck in the automobile business. One moment, listeners, while I get out of this comfortable car. Well, now that I'm out in the open again, we're ready to shoot some more questions. For the benefit of those who have just tuned in, this is Mrs. Metz's little boy, Walter, bringing you the beliefs of citizens of New York on some of the happenings of this history making year, 1943. This looks like an interesting group coming this way. There is a most attractive young lady in a governess's uniform with a little boy and girl. Just step right up, miss, and give us your name and the names of the children. o . R3 at .-'X - I, v. 54' '10 ' fr... E V , ... KF? . . , . . ff..f3f' 1 .I I --' ' . . .g . . .fffW07 0fff1 WWflWW 41 WWW fJ ,. n--T ...nxMllxxiN W i IXWxW li ixxiilkllh kimxiii.. My name is Swan Ott and these are the children of Mr. Donald Wharton, the famous artist. Oh, yes, the artist who creates those interesting sketches we see plastered over all the billboards for the Van Lewen Electric Company. This concludes the broadcast from this point. We will now take you to the new gigantic skyscraper, known as the Harvey Hotel, where Henry Krueger will interview some of the famous people stopping there. Here we come, Krueger. All right, Metz. Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen of the radio audience. It's too bad I didn't get on the air sooner as the czar of the meat packing industry, Mr. Earl Reinheimer, just checked out for a conference with Secretary of Labor, McGruder, in Washington. The elevator just stopped here in the lobby and there were a number of famous football players of the New York Giants on it. You all know that the Giants are playing in the championship game tomorrow. The group of Giant players includes that famous backfield quartet Lentz, Schwan, Rizzo, and Blazek. With the boys is their coach, Devlin, whom I will try to get to say a few words to you. just a minute, Coach, could you tell us briefly what you think the outcome of the game tomorrow will be? Well, ladies and gentlemen, if the team keeps up its high standard of playing as it has all season it will be a good game but I think the Giants will emerge with the big end of the scorefl I certainly hope you are right, Coach, and thank you. There seems to be a crowd entering the lobby now. We will try to find out what all the excitement is about. I believe the center of this admiring group is the eminent Dr. Blaker who will deliver to a conf ference of distinguished physicians meeting on the 88th floor an address on his cure for cancer. Stand by until we push our way through this crowd. Doctor, will you give us a brief explanation of your cure? 'Tm very sorry that I haven't the time to give the details now, but I've just given the entire article to Harry Raifel of the Herald Tribune and it will appear in all of tomorrow's editions. We're sorry too, doctor, that you are in such a hurry but thanks for speaking to us. Dear tunersfin, here is an interesting note on the bulletin board telling of a meeting of the bar association here this afternoon which will be addressed by Chief Justice Grace of the Supreme Court and Carl Kelley, the noted lecturer. This is fortunate, I've just spied Chief Justice Grace talking with the noted criminal lawyer, Rhea Thomas, of Simon, Thomas, Evans, and Craig in Chicago. These two men who are so active in present day law circles are so engrossed in their conversation that I haven't the heart to interrupt. Let's step up to the desk and ask this attractive brunet some questions. Would you mind telling the radio audience your name and the names of any important people stopping here. Not at all. I'm Edna Mealing and the books here says that Olive McClelland the famous novelist ac' companied by Miss Anita Nelson have made reservaf tions for a stay of two weeks. They will arrive some time this afternoon. Thank you, Miss Mealing. Now let's get out of this lobby and see if we can't find someone interestf ing in the Welte and Strong store next door. Gosh, this new Penman Ventilating system surely makes this store comfortable. This morning's paper said that Mr. Holland, the inventor would be at the Robot Shop demonstrating his new cosmic ray butler. May' be this floor manager can give us direction to the Shop, Pardon me, sir, could you give us directions on how to find the Robot Shop and also give us your name? Certainly, sir. My name is Clyde Scharf and the Wheeler Instantavator will take you to the 12th floor instantly. Thank you very much, Mr. Scharf. Well, here we are on the 12th floor and there's the Robot Shop. Pardon me, sir, are you Mr. Holland? Yes, and if you'll step up here I can explain to the radio audience the advantages of my cosmic ray butler over the ordinary one at the same time that I tell Miss Zimmerman and Miss Stassf' Thank you, Mr. Holland, but we must be going on. We only have a few moments you know. Why this is the same floor on which Jane Gaston has her studio. I'Iere's a charming young lady just coming out. Pardon me, but what is your name? Why, I'm Miss Johnston, but I won't be for long. I was just posing for a picture to be published on the society page when Mr. Wolfram and I an' nounce our engagement. Well, I wish you all the happiness in the world. Now let's skip over to the radio department and see what we can Hnd. I'd like to describe to you this new Manthey television receiver but my watch tells me it's time to sign off, and we must clear the air for the Children's Hour of Miss Virginia Page. We have enjoyed this broadcast and hope you have also. This is Kreuger signing off. So long. r A,,fffWW lf1r lWWWW ll! Mmm, ,,,,,.. Y mMxxxxm W WM X x x xxxiiXW Xix M fw,fn,f 5'4'n'f fffwfidf 24.14, 5 , f , w4 4,L ,Lily !i i7JJLv1 ! 'J4' -14' 1 :wif A 5 4-of if ZQMZQMZZZ Jw ?4f4,m-1, ,M4Uw4w,1a.44i,, f'1'?ffff4WM22A,,, 4,,LLWLA0tJ4ZZrffJ, 1244441-.wuxgpyl '44, -uf-41,441 2-Tffmdf, - 'ZF 5 'Lvrr.4.! I F Wm? MI,WQM 0 . 'Wag- I Aoffclaqf- 0,14 Qafzfbwfwdiif KA A-1-.41 , I ,140 ' , . gM,i,i Y fff-Mffwm.A.ifii9' Qmimefflf , 4.f.,.4,,wc,-cfW.4,,,,,,? fn'-eff!!! Jud' W dawn 57 . 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As I lighted upon the rail surrounding the balcony, I was amazed to see such queer goings on. Harmonious noises were streaming from one corner, and there were people going around the floor as though their life depended on their covering the area in a required time. Five boys with dunce hats were standing in the center of the floor. On further investigation and by eavesdropping, I found that this was a typical afternoon school dance and this partif cular one, a tag dance. Being an inquisitive butterfly, I fluttered about during the whole program and gained valuable information for myself. I discovered that these dances were held every month by the faculty social committee, consisting of Misses White, Schmidt, and McCahill, and Messrs. Heatly, Harringf ton, and Mackg that well known orchestras provided the musicg and that the novelty programs were made by the Print Shop. I treasured all this and returned a month later for the next dance. True, I had to remain a wallfflower, for lack of a partner, but nevertheless, I enjoyed myself so thoroughly by watching these frolickers that I was content to sit back. CLASS PICNIC At the May Dance, there seemed to be a certain strain or tenseness in the atmosphere. I thought to myself, This will never do. I must get to the bottom of affairs. This, I immediately proceded to do. After about fifteen minutes of flying around, I found the cause. The Senior B's had decided to hold their class picnic on June 2, at Woodland Crest, in South Park. Since my orange wings, dotted irregularly with brown, corresponded exactly with this class' colors, I unofiicially attached myself to this group and deter' mined to attend the picnic at any cost. That day was the happiest and flightiest day of my life. There were so many people around that I didn't know where to go or whom to follow in order to obtain the best results. I saw our boys defeat the 12A's in a base ball game, and from there I hurried to the horse shoe pitching boxes in time to see Erch Reinheimer ring Marie Giel's five toes instead of the peg in the box. Close by, were Dot Heldt and Roscoe Pastory calling for a meal. It was a good suggestion and was unanif mously agreed upon by all. How those Seniors did eat! With much difficulty I reached the decision that Murray Schwan defeated Bill Lentz, by one lolly pop, in the matter of devouring the most of the eats. Around seven olclock these cheery people joined the 12A's at Spreading Oak and spent the rest of the evening dancing. HALLOWEEN PARTY After a vacation, school and all its socials reopened in September. My friends were dignified Senior A's by this time. I tripped with them through the month of September and October to the night of the 26th, the time of the great Halloween dance. I graciously offered my services for use in preparing for the gay festivities, but I was shooed away by the boys who thought I was more of a hindrance than a help. I left but returned early in the evening to find a beautif ful and mysteriously decorated dance hall. There were 96 lanterns QI counted themj hanging from the ceiling. Not unmindful of the time of year, ghosts and skeletons could be found dangling from nooks and corners. My biggest thrills came with the arrival of the parties in various costumes. It was most diflif cult to identify even the most prominent. When the time came for the presentation of the prizes for origif nality of costumes, the graduating class again carried away honors. A girl by the name of Loretta Grimm took first prize as an engineeress, QI couldn't find the enginej and one who answered to the name of Bill Lentz copped first of the boys in a strictly feminine attire. A little girl dressed in blue and white fthey called her Ruth Kalkolfj also claimed an award. PROM AND COMMEN CEMENT For over a year, now I have fluttered along with this class, and you may rest assured that I will not be missing when the time for the prom and Commencef ment rolls around. From what I gather, this prom, to be held january 26, at the Islam Grotto, is to be the greatest ever. It probably will be, for with such a class fnot excluding me as the mascotj how could it be anything but a success? Then Hve days later, January 30, a formal Commencement exercise will be presented. n .Q g-.::2,. . :'vz- . at . ' .f Er. sp O W 1923 ., , . - . .. V . 1' J .- .0 'X 3 V ..,fffWff WM .,H! Wfmmf, ,f,,,., f-. .sxxxwmxxlllx hh WNm lx xxxllWm hNNxxxii.., Honor Society Once each semester a group of students, who have distinguished themselves in scholarship, character, leadership, and service during their high school career, are admitted to the Honor Society, the greatest single honor it is the privilege of the institution to confer upon them. This award is, undoubtedly, the most coveted of those given by the school, for, in order to obtain it, one must be practically perfect in the four requirements formerly noted. These requirements are the basis upon which the modern school system is constructed. The Society is a nationfwide institution, having chapters in most of the prominent secondary schools of the nation. The flaming torch and the keystone are combined to form the emblem of the National Honor Society. At the base of the keystone are implanted the letters C S L S symbolic of the four inherent or basic prinf ciples of the society. The flaming torch portrays the purpose of the organization to keep the light of edu' cation and truth constantly before the people, to keep, in the school, the ambition of the student to learn that he may lead others, and to serve others by means of the perfection of those four principles upon which the Society stands. The South Hills chapter of the National Honor Society was launched with a membership of seventeen on April 22, 1929. During the four and one half years of its existence, there have been sent through its portals of honor one hundred and thirty members. This is an average of fourteen and one half members each semester, drawn from a possible twentyfseven hundred students. Through these statistics, one may gain an intimation of the high standards of this or' ganization. The present members are the following: Mary C. Duffy, Charles W. Blaker, Marie Giel, Thelma Glaze, Margaret Gottfried, Margaret Klinf zing, William Zeiler, Mildred Von Schaven, Mary NVheeler. The members newly initiated are the folf lowing: Arlene Allen, Claire Basset, Bertha Bender, Greichen Burgess, Betty Duncan, Rosemary Flower, Zelda Gutmacher, William Hoffman, Robert Make' peace, Anita Nelson, Francis Roehrig, Anna Sarraf, George Scharpff, Blair Schindler, Edgar Shor, Flo' rence Schmidt, Lydia Turner, John Tverdik, Margaret Watson, Alice Weitzell. May they continue their course of honor and success through life, aiding others to follow the prin- ciples of the emblem and setting an example of their own lives of which the organization might well be proud. I ATHLETICS Boys Athletics Football 9f7iFWW7RVOUTI-I HILLS HIGH SCHOOL S V23 bf' O 7 ESQHYSF-9v:i'if sl marches on and leaves a trail of E558 victory and defeat among the echoes of the cheers of loyal students. Championships are present but they L2E?jvQ, :f5- 5 are slightly dimmed by lost cham- pionships which strive gloomily to o'er shadow the bravely shining winnings. After the cheers fade away into dim echoes the achievements of the football team for the year of 1933 stand forth and reveal four vic- tories, one tie, and three defeats. With Schwan as Captain and Coach Mazeski at the whip handle the team fought its way to the Section II Championship. For the eighth time South Hills traveled to neutral ground to tussle with the Section I champions for the City Football Championship. Hampered by mud and a slippery, wet field, not to mention the cold, the team went down in defeat as Peabody struggled its way to its first City Football Championship to the tune of I3'O. In addition to the faulty weather South Hills football team was crippled by the absence of its bril- liant line-plunger, Devlin. Devlin, whose stellar feats during the season earned a place on the All-Scholastic team, was stricken with appendicitis shortly after the last game for the Section II championship. His plunges, which had not been stopped until prior to his illness, were no longer there to gain victories for South Hills and though Miller, a thoroughly depend- able player, was sent into Devlin's place, something was lacking. In the second quarter of the championship game, Forbeck, star halfback of the Peabody team, ran with perfect interference, half the length of the field for a touchdown. South Hills blocked the at- tempted point after the touchdown and the Hrst half ended with Peabody leading South Hills 6-O. In the second half South Hills renewed the wet struggle and succeeded in keeping Peabody from scoring until the fourth quarter when Roberts,flashing full-back of the Peabody squad, broke through South Hills line and made his way to another touchdown. The point after touchdown was made on a successful pass. The game ended with Peabody in the van having 13 and South Hills remaining scoreless. The dazzling passing of Fowle for South Hills and the spectacular receiving of the forwards by Criss- man which had been so successful during the section championship season bogged down in this game on account of the slimy condition of the field. The sportsmanlike manner in which South Hills took this defeat was admirable and the team, which strove to uphold the loyalty of the students, did so in spite of the fact that South Hills did not win the game. The records of a great fighting team go down in the annals of South Hills sports with the echo, L'May the best team win. Seventh Annual Football Banquet As the guests file into the well-lighted dining room in which is to be celebrated the seventh annual football banquet, they are greeted by lines of tables covered with spotless linen. These are dotted with myriad pieces of glistening silver and sparkling china. The beauty of future womanhood is assured by the appearance of the feminine guests here to-night who are the picture of lovliness itself in their gowns, favoring every color of the spectrum. The young gentlemen, not to be out-done, put forth hidden characters through brilliant ties of flaming red, green, yellow, and every other color imaginable. Wheii all are seated, Dr. Winner rises and asks for silence. The sound of many voices, chatting and laughing, rapidly ceases as the Principal offers the invocation. Having finished it, Dr. Winner takes his place at the speaker's table between Coach Mazeski and the Toast- master of the evening, Mr. Everett. On Mr. Everett's left sits BunnieI' Burzio, famed Tech football star who is to speak later. Beside him is the vice-principal, Mr. Rinehart, and Mr. Levine, Sun-Tele sports re- porter. The football squad flank this central group on both sides. The band offers several selections as the dinner proceeds through the various courses. When finally the coffee is served, Dr. Winner again rises and introduces Mr. Everett. After numerous remarks, both witty and serious, the toastmaster presents the guest speaker, Mr. Burzio. The Tech star congratu- lates the squad and Coach Mazeski on their fine record, and voices his appreciation for the banquet invitation. The next speaker presented is Mr. Levine who supplements Bunnie Burzio's congratulations, and also his appreciation. Mr. Everett introduces the squad in an original and humorous way by nicknames and a brief personal sketch of each. Some of these are: Wave-set Crissman, White-flash Schwan, Chisle-chin Fowle, Lover Moore, and Baby-facew Whetstone. 3. 0 M 1-.xi '.'i1.-- s' Q... ..o. 3' . .. ' Si, -, ' AA . 'v f ' l'o K ' 11lMff WWM ffl Mfdlum ,,,.,., 'W' 193 ..,..1,.. mi- .-: O. ,. .1 : f 5 1 v -' ' f....f v ,fi ,' .0 I V NX l X, v' xx - . MXN X mxm m m Axmfmw m xm mm RV' QE at V , Q . ff-,, 0 J. . . U.. O . ... . -- 1 'L ' , 'as 1951 .. ' S ,. ,fffWlI WlWW ll! Wfmmn ,,,,.,. ff- - T asxmliilhl w WNW lx xxxillhw hilllxxw. E l l Varsity Basketball Squad The toastmaster slips into a more serious strain as he introduces Coach Mazeski with wellfdeservepl praise. The coach's remarks express his sincere gratif tude for the cofoperation shown by the squad and the various departments and committees of the school. Captain Schwan and Captainfelect Fowle make a few remarks before Mr. Rinehart presents the letters to the squad. With concluding words hy the Toastf master, the guests dance for the remaining part of a most enjoyable evening. Basketball With the football championship lost to South Hills, the basketball team have their eyes on the City Basketball Championship. NVith Crissman as Captain, the team, with a snappy varsity consisting of Criss' man, Miller, Neeb, Whetstone and Weilershacker, and Fowle, who is out at present because of injuries, expects to capture the title this year. The basketeers, at the present time, have played one game, a pre-season game with Dormont in which South Hills won by a score of 28 to 27. The game was a thrilling, lastfminute victory. At midfseason the team will lose Miller but prof bably Fowle will then be ready to step into the linefup. After just missing the section championship last year the team is determined to make good this year. With seasoned material on the varsity it should be done. The team, coached by Mr. Cuddeback, will step into its regular league schedule in January. Should they win the Section II Championship it will be the seventh time South Hills will have brought home the bacon. Girls Athletics Girls' Basketball Yea Team! Yea Team! Yea Team! Thus inter' mural basketball was again ushered in by the junior and senior girls, October 19, 1933. Twelve teams 0 at o I 4 40 . . Jn.. agua F - 1 rj .': '..' Q su: ' . . ..,,f1rWWl WMW fl! Wfhlfrfmffn c-'-- ,Xi-axxwilixlllll im x xlhmlll livixlllllm hlwixxin. a Basketball Teams entered the eleventh grade preliminary tournament, and the senior class was represented by six. The eight teams which survived the elimination were captained by Bagnall, Meider, Rehm, Kelleher, Ware, Muegle, Verlato, and Weber. These teams then entered the final tournament-each determined to come out the champion. Consequently the games were exciting and offered many tense moments. Last year's champion team was captained by Cath- erine Bagnallg the winner received a trophy presented by the Leaders Club. This year the same aggregation is again endeavoring to become champions. From the eight teams participating in the tournament, Bag' nall's team is the only representative of the Senior A girls and is the only undefeated team thus far. Bag' nall's girls play the winner of the loseris bracket for the coveted title. The members of the team are: Catherine Bagnall, Dorothea Heldt, Jean Wilson, Marian Murry, Leah Strong, and Helen Laucik.- In the loser's bracket, such strong teams as Meider, Ware, Kelleher, and Rehm are fighting for a chance to play the championship with Bagnall's team. Great enthusiasm and keen, friendly, rivalry pref vail in this tournament. May it be the same among the girls who play next year. Miss Stevens coached the girls, and the managers for the eleventh and twelfth grades are Ruth Macf Moil and Dorothy Eschrick respectively. Girls' Captainball Captainball is a comparatively new sport in South Hills, it has become, however, very popular among the younger girls. The teams used the interfclass system which is quite successful, for more girls are given a chance to participate. ln response to Miss Oyer's call for organized teams, twentyffour teams entered the tournament. Of these twentyffour, the sophomore class boasted six' teen as compared to eight of the freshmen. A pref liminary tournament was played off Hrst. The teams captained by lVIacDonald, Horowitz, Bird, Brophy, Sterling, Rigg, Ballinger and Ludwig, survived this elimination and so were eligible to enter the finals. A tournament of keen rivalry and competition thus began. Interest ran high, and accuracy in passing the ball and shooting for baskets increased with each game. With a well organized squad, Ruth MHCDOII' ald's girls, representing the tenth grade, won the 7 I , ' X I VQAL VZL1 Vit VL at , m a' 1 0 .,, :Q 0 I' on I- ! 1- ' f .... I ' V I f,.,, s 'T 7 W' 111-'l93 .. ' K ,MWIJMMWM 111 Mm, --. W , mxNW X NA W Wwwx xx xx xiiixw xmxmn Girls, Captainball Teams Girls' Swimming Teams K . ' ' ri 3. 'ic ,. .. ,sf it 193 'o ... 3. . ., Q 'i HQU' . ,,r,1llWf m Mfmll1n1,,.,.,, inf., Y , xxhmmllm im wwm lllxiiwiw x xmllllin. intrafmural captainball championship. Members of the win' ning team are: Yost, Cadwaller, Shandor, Marshall, Wilson, Harding, Zeiler, Scorzafave, Schoener, Murphy, and their captain Ruth MacDonald. The teams who fought courageously to the end were capf tained by Brophy, Horowitz, and Sterling. These games were refereed by Rickenbaugh, Yost, Green' wood, Laucik, Sarraf, Benintend, Conley, and Rosenthal. Enthusiasm was shown throughout the tournament, and although strong rivalry accompanied each game, good sportsf manship was shown by all players. Senior Girls' Swimming A To the rhythmic sound of splash, splash, the girls' swim' ming team practiced long and hard, developing their skill and speed to the utmost. Ea-ch was determined to give stiff competition to her opponents. Sixteen girls succeeded in capturing a place on the team which is made up of both juniors and seniors. A preliminary meet was held in the Carrick tank where girls from Carrick, South Hills, and Langley participated, Only those girls who placed in this meet were able to compete in the finals which were held at the Fifth Avenue pool the following week. Lillian Snyder, a junior, was success' ful in capturing the city championship in diving. Her Tennis Team City Swimming and Tennis Champions jackfknife, running front, and swan dives were performed in such a graceful manner that they drew great applause from the audience. Miss Snyder also took third place in the Breast Stroke for form. Frances Reimer captured second place in back stroke, and Elizabeth Winkler and Myra Wagner fourth place in junior lifefsaving. Other girls who made up the team are: Iona Spronk, Helen Wright, Lois Rehm, Jane Conley, Jeannette Rosen' thal, Dorothy Eschrich, Virginia Page, Claire Bassett, and their manager Mary Rickenhaugh. Although no senior girl succeeded in capturing a place in the final meet, they all displayed good work and ine spirit. Both teams are to be congratua lated for their splendid showing. Girls' Tennis Tennis is fast becoming a popular sport in South Hills High School, and each year more girls participate in this game. It still remains one of the sports A ,MMWWWWM ill Mfmffm ,. . f 7 A t axxxwx x iit w xmwwl l i i xxxim kmxiwr, . 1 X . .. . .-'H . '. I . D. ' , 0, 4, ' .Xi og . , J . which is interfscholastically played and, no doulft, that is the reason for so ,many turnfouts. What girl wouldn't like to capture a city championship and share the honor with her almafmater. This year proved to be no exception in the large number of tennis competitors. In order to End which girl possessed the best tennis ability, both physically and mentally, a process of elimination began. Intraf class doubles were played off Hrst. The four winners of each class then played singles between themselves to determine the champion of the class. The winner of each grade represented South Hills in the inter' school competition. This year Joy Hartman, a freshman, successfully battled her way through and brought the freshman tennis championship of the city to South Hills. After defeating the girls from such schools as Baxter and lllll I 2 Perry, she entered her final match with last years champion from Alderdice. She easily defeated her opponent by a score of 6f2 and 6f1. May Joy Hart' man keep up her good work and bring other tennis championships to South Hills. The Sophomore class was represented by Mary Alice Crisswell who was defeated in her second match. Dorothea Pollack, representing the junior class took third place in the city tournament, She was defeated in her third match by Allegheny, the score being 60. and 6f1. Our senior grade was represented by Flora Vachina who suffered defeat in the first round. There was fun and experience for every girl who participated, and good sportsmanship was evident throughout the entire tournament. Helen Laucik, 302 l H 'NN SAW .,..,, ,, Z ,, . E: - Y-, , 2 E-, ...1 .....- I zz ,L ,. f -.,-:Q , 1 ...zz bs N : f,-3:1 re ... 1 ,I ' is 1 . - - ...-. ....- -1 - ,, ,-..., . 'X ' vi ' LX X I hx, . . I A Y x5 ' GRN new 19311 'f ' X 3: my , -- - a - - . . mv ' be I M ' 1 Q.. .s.,.. D... 4 9- 3 s -E Z , ,Q .. s ... :Q . O, on, ' -W ' A X ' I., ..,. N' .. . 0, . L,...e H ' ,S 4 , ' 1 1 n .J I , W .0 .Q , f V K f x l Hn IA... , H , xxx X ffWff f4WW H! Mm mf ff! -- WW A MWxnXx N NNW x xxxiiY5X WMM Senior Wearers Cf The February 1934 THE ARTS Cast of Nancy Ann DRAMATIC DEPARTMENT ffff' ff QELLV' What a little meaningless QV?-JYQQL - word to cause so much excitement, S375 W gf a senior at the beginning of our Dramatic course, one of his class' 2 'ws Home 1 here. Either comedies or tragedies and sometimes a mixture of both were submitted as plots for this familiar dialogue. As soon as these were completed, we began to work on our sixty speeches. It was not uncommon to see an English 12 student talking to himself and displaying various facial expressions until his act had finally been presented in class. Sketches were taken from plays like, The School for Scandal, Milestones, The Doctor In Spite of Himself, Hjusticesf' and Cyrano de Bergerac. Sm P .nfl g .. S ' ESA? but as soon as it was uttered by 24 .iz r I nic Q! Rifidr lf-sz mates would reply, Well, I'm Then came parents night when Brothers was presented by the drama students. This production proved that education is very valuable to everyone. The cast included Mildred Von Schaven, Robert Sis' enwain, William Sands, Carl Kelly, and Howard Petty. The play was given in both assemblies by the same cast. A short time later, many of the dramatic students were rewarded by a part in the Challenge of the Ages, a pageant which was presented by the Pitts' burgh High Schools at Syria Mosque on January 11 and 12. The episode enacted by South Hills High School was entitled The Prophecy Revealed. It was presented by Murray Schwan, Robert McGruder, William Sands, George Pearce, Katherine Williamson, Margaret Klinzing, Dorothea Heldt, James Shirley, Ruth Frye, Thomas Smith, Loretta Grimm, Edward Miller, Carl Kelly, and Ruth Zimmerman. The class play followed. Under the capable direcf of Miss Price and with the combined efforts of the cast, the committees, and the stage crew, Nancy Ann was very successful. The play was written by Dorothy Heyward, and it was the Harvard prize play for 1924. The theme of this comedy was centered around Nancy Ann, a young society girl, who ran away the night of her debut and tried to become an actress. After a complication of amusing events, a very satisfactory conclusion was reached. The cast consisted of: Nancy Angelina Van Cuyler Farr ............ Herta Ceorgius Aunt Nancy ...............,............................................ Florence Schmidt Aunt Angeline ......... .................,........ H elen Seed Aunt Kate ............ ............. F lorence Krongold Aunt Emily ............. ...........,......... A nita Nelson Miss Dexter ............ ............. J ean Abele Binner ...................... .................... E dgar Shor Sidney Brian .......... ............. C harles Blaker Dan Dennis ........ . .... .............. I rwin Brand .J 2.1 .1551 V . i - - 3. . 'v . . '.: ' is v ss, ' '. '- .1. i 'as lQ5l .. ' .0 .lffffMfl WiWW ffl Mfmflff fff'1... fe- A ,.axxtNlixlllll W NN'M ll lxxilklN XNXxxlt.., Billie Claridge ............. .................... V era Yost Lulu Treman ...................... ......... Beth Worthington ............ .......... Mr. Llewelln .................. .......... A Playwright ........... A waiter .......................... jerry O'Connel ................................................... Klein Katherine Bagnall .....Murray Schwan .Robert Sisenwain .......... George Pearce ............Harry Shook One act plays were our final assignments, and they were presented in class. Thus the semester came to a close with all of us regretting the end of five pleasant months of joy and learning. THE MUSIC DEPARTMENT Our Orchestra Ein, Zwei, drei-go ahead! How many times our school orchestra has gone ahead in an emergency or at any other time, providing music for all asf semblies and special programs. It is very much like the little yellow bowl standing in the kitchen. This bowl is used in which to mix all ingredients and turns out delicious cakes and pies. It is, however, the pastry which gets all the praise, while the most important factor in producing the delicacies stands forgotten in an old cupboard. just so, our orchestra, under the leadership of Mr. Arthur, is one of the main factors in producing all performances, but we listen to its contributions as a matter of course and fail to give it the credit due. Orchestra TC is the one which we hear every week in assembly. This concert orchestra is a selected group made up of thirtyfiive students who have shown outstanding ability in the preliminary classes. In connection with this orchestra is the staff conf sisting of William Tole, manager, with Edwin Flower and Peter Lagi as his assistants. The librarian is Francis Calabria who is aided by William Burhenn and John Gruener. Evelyn Dumont acts as concert master. Next in line is the advanced group, called Orchesf tra A, The members of, this organization learn how to play and appreciate symphonic music. Vacancies in Orchestra C are filled by players in this division. The beginners' orchestra, Orchestra B, has class instruction developing technique and acquiring experience in group playing. We must not overlook the String Ensemble made up of twelve members from Orchestra MC. This group has been selected to play over the radio, and South Hills High is certainly pleased with the honor which is given to them. We should all be very proud of the work done in instrumental music at our school, and we should learn to appreciate these worthfwhile efforts. The Bancl . The band, too, is divided into groups. The first division is Band A, which has the regular class period. The concert band consists of players chosen by Mr. Arthur and meets outside of the regular period. A vote of thanks ought to be given to our football band. How very much this group added to our foot' ball games, and how grand these boys looked in their grey corduroy trousers and blue capes. This band is composed of members selected by Mr. Arthur from volunteers. We have a right to be proud of the whole organization. A Cappella Choir The advanced voice class or A Cappella choir has just lately come into prominence. The members of this organization are selected from the Beginners' Voice or Chorus class, or from the boys, and girls' Glee Clubs. In this class songs are sung a cappella, that is, sung without accompaniment. The choir re- presents the best of the vocal groups in our school. Glee Clubs Two prominent organizations in our school are the Boys' and Girls' Glee Clubs which meet every two weeks. All those who like to sing, find that the Glee Clubs help to develop their appreciation for music. Every other week a smaller group of Glee Club members, selected by Miss Diethorne, meet as a special organization, Advanced work in group singing is taken up by these members. The present ofhcers of the Girls' Glee Club are: president, Mildred Von Schaveng vicefpresident, Ruth Zimmerman, secretaryftreasurer, Helen Seed. The , at ' 'f--- . ..... 'QP --'f .. -- ,,,,,WmW2mmW m. ,,,, ,J . - i . ...rawimWasm miiir....,. boys have as their representativesg Charles Trussel, presidentg Albert Kamerer, vicefpresidentg Charles Riske, secretaryftreasurer. Assembly Programs The members of the Glee Clubs and the A Capf pella Choir gave the first vocal program of the semester. The Kerry Dance by Malloy was pref sented by a small chorus representing both the Boys' and Girls' Glee Clubs. Josephine Timmins sang Mother of Mine by McKain. Her accompanist was Inez Fidenza. Mildred Von Schaven and Marion Sillf man were heard in a duet, Yesterday and Today by Specoss. The Luxembourg Gardens by Manning was given as a solo by Mildred Von Schaven, accom' panied by Betty Duncan. The final number The Bells of St. Mary by Adam was presented by memf bers of the Boys' Glee Club with Albert Kammerer as soloist. The Orchestra provided a fine accompaniment. Cur Thanksgiving program showed the developf ment of music through the ages by means of illustraf tion. Music Through the Ages was the wellfselected name for the performance. The first selection was rendered by the A Cappella choir singing 'LBeautiful Savior and an Old Scotch Highland Love Song using Gaelic expressions throughout. An old eighf teenth century composition entitled Air and written by Mattheson was presented by the String Ensemble. Peter Lagi played a beautiful trumpet solo. It was a Fantasia entitled Columbia and was accompanied by the full orchestra. The last half of the program was more modern in character. Ich Liebe Dich written by Greig was sung by a girls' chorus with Inez Fidenza at the piano and was enriched by the addition of the string section of the orchestra. Next, Grant Conway, as soloist, showed how a sailor boy would act when there were Three for Jack. Betty Duncan accompanied him. In conclusion, the choir and the orchestra together presented Vesper Bells, a composition by the modern Russian composer, Anton Rubinstein. This was a song of praise and was quite suitable for the Thanksgiving season. We will never forget the lovely Christmas prof gram under the direction of Mr. Arthur and Miss Diethorne, which came as a grand climax to the vocal programs this semester. The stage was beautiful in simple, rustic decorations setting off the brightly decorated Christmas tree. The introduction was presented by the orchestra, which accompanied the whole performance throughout. Christmas Bells was sung by four choir boys, Jack Agnew, Edward Russell, Howard Thomas, and Albert Young. A Trombone Choir including Clyde Funk, William Mc' Geary, John Honik, Ralph Parker, Ernest Smith, and William Tole, played a Christmas Fantasy. Lyda Turner's solo toe dance, The Pink Lady was the third number on this program. The Crookit Bawbit, an old Scotch song, was sung as a duet in Scottish dialect by Betty Duncan and Albert Kemmerer. Ac' companing Mildred Von Schaven's solo, The Wed' ding of the Painted Doll, a group of dolls illustrated and brought this'song to life. Howard Smithyman showed great talent in playing the Zylof phone in his solo, The Flight of the Bumble Bee. A Chorus Dance, under the direction of Miss Kelleher entertained us, next. This dance was entitled The jumping Jacks. With piano accompaniment from the orchestra pit, an advanced voice group of girls sang a jolly song, The Sleigh. Jingle Bells, the Grand Finale, brought to a close another very successful musical program. LITERARY DEPARTMENT Old Books Mystery stories may amuse me and send chills up my spine, H. G. Wells may broaden my thoughtg Milton may add to my culture, but the books I turn to for enjoyment and contentment are those found in my old, dusty book case which stands quite forgotten and neglected in a corner of my room. My old fifthfgrade history book flashes humorous experiences through my mind. As I carelessly leaf through the dogfearred pages, I find myself living again the scenes which occurred in that class room. I can remember very well my two historical ideals, John Smith and Pocahontas. Long after the class had finished that lesson I would often turn back and ref read the thrilling story. Of course, the teacher was angry when she found my book open to the wrong page and very often I was sentenced to the cloak' room for punishment. Turning a few more pages I run across pictures of remarkable men, who, if they were not titled, could not be identined. Their faces are adorned with mustaches and curls and their clothes puffed up with frills. Here and there I find a heart drawn by the little, curlyfheaded boy who sat behind me in the history class. I am sure if he were to look at his book today, he too would be carried back to that school room. sz 3. , -Q 2 1-1. . af o ' sp . u.. i M? . . . ' 6 0. I I I .'.. xc. 0. 'o ' t 1... S. .ff1flWWlfWHlf W ill Mfmfffff fffff'., if A nxxwhmlllll m mm xxXXllhillNX xlmXNxmi.., There is one set of books on these shelves that I cherish more than any of the others. It is a set of Robert Burn's poetry. I love these books, not because they are valuable, nor is it because they are very amusing and are a good agent for driving away the blues Neither is it because they are educational. It is merely because they reflect delightful memories of my childhood. When I remove one of these books from the shelf, I am at once taken back to my grandf mother's gasflighted kitchen with its crackling coal stove and the odor of my grandfather's strong pipe. When I had snuggled down on grandma's lap with one of old Bobbie's books we would spend hours together reading and laughing at my favorite poem Wee Mousief' On the frone page of Volume III is the signature of Geordie Campbell, grandma's youngf est brother. He was short, fat, and jovial, and could always tell tales of old Scotland which made one shudder at the horribleness of them. When I look at this signature, it seems as though Geordie himself were standing there beside me. When grandma passed on, the books were given to me, and I can always go to them for cheer and comfort. The book that makes me chuckle most is my fivefyear diary. April 24, 1950-attended my first dance. How well I can remember the thrills and heartfthrobs I experienced while getting ready for the eventful night! A month ahead of time a pretty pink dress with blue trimmings was bought for the occaf sion. I was so disappointed when the evening finally arrived and it rained so that I couldn't wear it. july 30, 1930-Took an overnight hike with four girl friends. That statement appears meaningless as it stands but it is the thought behind it that makes it amusing. I can well remember the frightened voices and shrieks when we heard an owl hoot from the top of a tree, and when a rabbit jumped in front of us from the bushes, we were all ready to turn back. If I would take time to tell everything in that diary, one would read on for hours, for there are many queer and funny experiences which happened a few years back. On the bottom of a pile of dirty papers lies my first music book, torn and ragged by my rough handling. I have a feeling of regretfullness when I look at it because at the time I was taking lessons I hated it so much. Wheii I think that perhaps some day I would have been able to play the piano had I been a little more studious and regarded that book as another step of culture. But at that time, all I could think of was my dislike of the teacher. She wore hornedfrimmed glasses that seem to glare at me every time I entered the house. Her straight, black hair and strict expression only added to my discomfiture. But now, when I think of the advantages I could have got from those lessons, had I practiced more and had used a little more intelligence. But I decided to stop taking lessonsg now I am thoroughly ashamed of myself, but I have only myself to blame. No doubt' every girl has her favorite book. At the age of twelve my ideal was Elsie Dinsmore. That small, faded blue book with its yellow pages made me shed more tears than anyone can imagine. Curled up on the sofa with an apple in my hand, I read it through. Every now and then when anyone would come into the room, I would bury my head more deeply in the book so that they could not see the tears that persisted in slipping down my cheeks. Although the story is a bit exaggerated, it is still just as charm- ing and delightful as it was when I first read it. I would not accept the most complete library in exchange for my dusty books. Their torn, ragged covers mean more to me than my father's Bibliophile Library of Literature, Art, and Rare Manuscripts. jean Abele By Automobile A Cur trip through New York and Pennsylvania, a few summers ago, was, to me at least, very beautiful and interesting because I didn't have to do anythingg I could just sit and look bored or happy, as I saw fit. I can not understand why Pennsylvanians spend a lot of money to go travelling to see the scenery of foreign lands when they could see sights much more beautiful than all the foreign exhibitions of natural splendor right here in their own state. When you are in an automobile riding from the bottom of one mountain to the top of the other, you feel like a toy boat being tossed in the breath-taking whitefcapped waves of the ocean. When you reach the peak of the mountain you sigh That is the most beautiful place on earth and suddenly there looms before you, one still more beautiful, and it makes you wonder how beautiful a thing must be to be the most beautifull' creation in the world. We stopped at several placesalong the road, but there was one I liked in particular, The building was constructed of logs and all its decorations were of the 0 3: , N . 'M 193 P' . '.: ' . X V M? I if , . ' 4 ' O, . ..-0 0. -1. 432: 1 ' ,, ' ll, .. ,. 'XT -: , N 0- 3. .affwlflf wwwm ffl Mmm. ,,,,.4 wif' 5-.. g , MXXNWXIYXII W klhhlm liixxlllkw lmxxiiii.. colonial style. The steps at the back of the cabin led down to a creek which was winding its way between the beautiful trees that were shading bright colored picnic tables. My brother pushed me on an old rope swing which swooped out over the stream. From the swing one could see the colors on the mountain side which were contrasted so cleverly together that it made me wonder how the busy Painter could take time to paint every part of the world, no matter how small. In the mountains it gets dark very quickly and as we came from the city, we didn't realize it until the world around us was indiscernible to the eye. This, of course, made us all nervous and we were all watching the gasoline guage as if it were a precious jewel. It seemed as if we rode for hours when our headlights finally flashed on a gasoline pump. The owner, after we had routed him out of his home, sold us a few gallons mumbling to himself These city folks that try to go through the mountains without any gas. We slept in a tourist cabin which was a new experience because we had never slept in one before. Although the bed was warm, it was as inf flexible as marble, the cabin, although it was sparely furnished, seemed as cozy to us after an all day ride in an automobile as our own home. We were awakened to a cold, unsympathetic world, at six o'clock by a loud banging on the door. We sat up startled at this sound because we were accustomed to being aroused gently. We washed in water so cold that it made our face and arms purple. We rode on to Saratoga where we had breakfast in a restaraunt opposite our hotel. Plattsburg has only one main street and it was well occupied for it was sum- mer and the lake and the Army Camp attract visitors. It may be queer to like a place for a meal it serves, but I will always have a soft spot in my heart, or maybe I should say my stomach, for Plattsburg because of the delicious turkey dinner I had there. It was hard to get used to having only one main street, because I am accustomed to getting tangled up in the net of main streets in Pittsburgh. It was hard to find some' thing to do at night because the first night we were there we went to the one and only show, whereas, in Pittsburgh you can go to a different show every night and there is also other entertainment in good old Pittsburgh. Pittsburgh might be smoky and all that, but it, at least, is not monotonous. We had a nice time in Plattsburg but I was glad to start home. The return home was not as interesting as the trip going. It wasn't because the scenery wasn't different, nor was it that I didn't enjoy myself. Neither was it because I hated the idea of always being on the go, but it was because I was tired and homesick. Cur aching, tired bodies welcomed the sight of the faithful beacon light on the Grant building blinking its welcome to us in the distance. Swan Ott Noontime Problems My most perplexing problem at noontime is choosing a balanced luncheon. Those mashed potatoes look awfully good with the dark brown gravy, but they're so terribly starchy, and I must watch my figure! Guess I'd better get a vegetable, a green one would be good for my complexion. I suppose that steaming spinach with the sliced egg on top might do, but I'd only waste the egg, for I don't like eggs. Oh! I forgot to get checks for milk-well, I guess I don't want any today anyway. Now such an array of sand' wiches to choose from. I'm glad that girl up front forgot to get her checks out, because now I can be thinking what kind I want. Horrors! the line is moving and I've come to the salads. They look at- tractive enoughvgreen lettuce with bright red slices of tomato, and almost any colored gelatin with delicious pears and cherries. I think I'11 take potato salad, I like the parsley on top of it. Well, now for the desserts. What shall I choose? The dark cake has seafoam frosting piled high upon it, and that ice cream hasn't any chocolate in it, so I don't want either of those. I suppose that I shall have to come back and get my dessert later. I think it would be a wonderful idea if someone were to decide to give out the menus the third period, and then we could decide leisurely what we wanted and not have all this last minute trouble! Margaret Reniers Cherubs? If you are under the impression that taking care of children is extremely easy work, let me assure you that you are very much mistaken. The general idea that the work is not difficult is based on the supposi' tion that children are put to bed at about eight or nine o'clock, and after that a girl can do whatever she pleases until the parents return. Often, girls take their school work with them when they go to care for M 3- V . W' 193 , QL o ft' . :.f ' ., . ., .. , .. .I ! M U ,.,. N . 1' , x ,.. . fffdWW M M'fffn ffffA., WMM f - '-I g ,xxx xxWhW NWl liiiillhlilh lmhxxiii.. children, but I can not see how they possibly get anything accomplished. I tried it, myself, a couple of times, but I could never bring about the desired ref sults. It is not because of putting the children to bed that I have no extra time, nor is it because of the odd jobs that claim my attention. I realize that I am not a rapid worker, but it certainly does not take me the whole evening to do the dinner dishes. No, it is not because of these that I have no time to myself, but because the little fourfyearfold boy in the family gets into so much mischief that after I put him to bed, it takes practically all the rest of the time to clean up after him. It is really wonderful the amount of damage that small boy does, to look at him, you'd never think it possible. Cften, I go in and watch Jackie while he sleeps, and I can hardly believe that the cherubic, little fellow cuddled up among his pillows is the same boy as the chubby little rascal who made so much trouble a short time before. He really is a beautiful child. His skin is perfect rose and white, and his very blonde hair makes a curl right in the middle of his forehead, I have found from sad experience that like the little girl with such a curl when he is good, he is very, very goodg but when he is bad, he is horrid. With his cupid's bow lips and his protruding ears, he is ab' solutely darling. Darling? That was hardly the adjective I used to describe him when I stepped into the kitchen an hour or so before, after I finally had him safe in bed. He had got a drink of water before going upstairs, and had left the water running. All would have been well if the drain had been open, but it was closed, and the sink had filled and was running over! The silver ware drawers were filled with water, the bread in the bread box was sopping wet, and there was nothing around with which to mop up the water. The family had just moved, and they had no mop, no old rags, no anything that would absorb the water. I dashed, or perhaps I should say, skidded to the cellar, to see if there was anything I could use in the barrels down there. I searched for a few minutes to the tune of a steady drip, drip, through the ceiling. Suddenly, I had a marvelous idea. The bathftowels! I took two very large ones from the cupboard upstairs and in about three quarters of an hour the kitchen was fairly dry. I'll leave it to you to imagine how the towels looked. The time Jackie turned the hose on his toys in the middle of the sun room floor, a mop was handy and so the cleaning up was a slight degree easier. After all, even at the worst, it is much easier to dry up water than it is to try to revive fish that have been taken out of the bowl 'ucause they were tired swimmin', or try to mend table lamps suffering from rides in the dump truck. These are only a few examples of what that cherub does when my back is turned, and I have no idea how to punish him effectively. Forms of punishment have always puzzled me, What may be great punishment for one boy, may mean nothing at all to another. One little sevenfyearf old that I took care of one night was sufliciently punished by a slight reprimand, while if the boy had been jackie, he would have called me a Hcockfeyedf sailyer and run off laughing at the huge joke. Spank' ings never have appealed to me, either as the receiver or the giver. They are of little value, and as far as I can see, succeed only in getting the child more excited. When Jackie really is impressed by a severe scolding, he waits politely until I am finished, then he looks up with a shy grin and says, Hello, his favorite means of asking forgiveness. Usually, I let the punishment go until the mother returns, because she knows best the methods of getting a point across to him. It is really quite difhcult to know what to say, when his parents do return. The mother asks the inevitable question, 'LWas Sonny good? , and, then, I remember how he looked cuddled up in bed, I can hear yet that Hello, and I am inclined to skip over many of his misdeeds. It is a relief to go home, and many an evening when I get there, I wonder if it was worth the fifty cents. Perhaps you think that I prefer to take care of very good children, but this is not so. I don't like to be around such very polite children that speak only when they are spoken to, and, then, seem to have scarcely enough energy to answer. I like lively boys, even if they do get into everything. The work is nerve-wrecking, yet the love of the child is a recom, penseg at times, I would like to wring his neck, yet I love him, too. That is a strange thing about work of that kind. Bertha Bender Not So Long Ago How delightful those events seem that have hapf pened long ago! Grade School! What amusing memories are brought back by the mere mention of that word. It all seems so childish now-those things , at if .-:.,. M? v ,. h ' ., . .---E 'A Ami Q31 .. ., . S. ,,jlffWW W m ffffnf I f. .. I '--A . , xxxx x NkW YNNNl xlkkNxxxit,., we did way back in the grades. I think one of the least grownfup things our class did in gradefschool was the way in which we acted on our yearly trip to the museum. When that scheduled afternoon arrived, we were all ready for a grand time. We were not going to the museum to obtain any thing in the way of an education or because we were interested in art-we never could see any sense in those paintf ings, and I suppose the guards sitting at the doors of the art gallery did chuckle to themselves more than once as we would stand admiringly back and gaze at fine art, trying to figure out just what it all meant. Neither did we go because we ever enjoyed going to the museum itself-it always had a kind of musty, ancient smell, and everything seemed so dead in it- it was so different from life outside. We weren't interested in statues with half their bodies missing- and we shuddered more than once as we stared at a case' bearing some ferocious animal about to make a feast of its prey. We only went for one purpose-and that was to have a good time. And the street car was the place to have it. So many of us piled into the car that its sides fairly groaned. On the way, we sang, cheered, and yelled until I suppose every person on the street thought that a mob had broken loose. Still, I don't think that trip with my chums was in vain, and although we didn't get much in the way of an education, l'll admit, it is to me a beautiful and lasting memory, and an experience that comes only once in a lifetime. But not all my memories are beautiful ones. Class room recitations have always proved serious to me, but one particular occasion a recitation of mine proved humorous. I can still see that class room, its prim desks like so many soldiers standing in forma' tion, and our teacher attired in her long, black gown, pencil in hand, patiently explaining the rules of gramf mar to us. I was dreaming, and with my arm propf ping up my head, I gazed at the picture on the wall, pretending that I was the beautiful lady in it. Then, I heard my name calledw-I jumped-I was to put a sentence on the board. The sentence given was, Philip weighed ten pounds when he was born. - without any discussion, was added by the teacher speaking to the class. Thinking that was part of the sentence, I wrote it down. A shout of laughter filled the room-then realizing that the joke was on me, my face burned with two crimson spots. Even after the laughter had subsided, and the atmosphere had again became quiet, only broken by the occasional rustling of a page or the dropping of a pencil, a chuckle could be heard from some one in the back of the room. But, somehow, I don't regret that experf ience, although it was not pleasant for me. And as I look back now, I can't help but suppress a smile. How childish I was! And my merriment only increases, as I look back and think of the wide range of subjects that used to interest me. Perhaps for a few weeks, I would spend hour after hour lying on the floor munching apples and eagerly devouring the contents of books on such subjects as Life and Death. Then having my mind crammed so full of these subjects, I would talk of nothing else at home or at school. I would begin worrying about the end of the world, and after figurf ing everything out, I would fix a date in my mind as to when the earth would be destroyed. When that scheduled date would arrive and nothing would hapf pen, I would be highly disappointed, and I'll admit greatly relieved. And then, at other times to offset it all I would think of nothing else but winning a volley' ball game. Nothing else mattered to me. For hours I would sit and think of new plays and of tricky ways to catch my opponent. Sometimes, I would sit with my eyes closed, not saying a word, until my mother would question- Jane, aren't you feeling well? You haven't.said a word for hours. But I would retort that I was only thinking, and that I hoped she didn't mind. How I used to worry about the outcome of the game. What would I do if we lost? , I asked myself. But, somehow, after the game was over, it didn't matter much who won-the suspense was all lost in the excitement of the game. Maybe I haven't changed so much-I still worry about silly things from time to time, and I still can become enthusiastic over the smallest things! I recall, too, our Mother and Daughter Program. How excited I was. Although I wasn't in the prof gram, as I sat back in that lowfceilinged auditorium, I tingled with expectancy. I could almost hear the bustling of the children behind the scenes. And how sweet that school orchestra sounded to my untrained ears. As the lights dimmed, and the little girls from the first grade came parading across the stage in Dutch costumes and wooden shoes, a hush fell over the audience. How I laughed at Lily-one of my friends-dressed as a man with a long beard and curly black mustache that refused to stay ong and i 'uni M3 O. !! - 193 , at 'Q' . o':0n :.-. f ' : ' o Jo' 4 Q. as . .. v 1 A U . ....,.',. A . . , . . ov 8. '- . ' ' v -. is .' a' is ,. ,awffflmmlww 111 mf... ,,f,,,. wtf .-. I ...amkm i m w xam X a iitiM Xmt..... how vigorously I applauded the portrayal of Panf doraf' Until the last chord from the orchestra echoed throughout the auditorium, I lingered on. How sorry I was to leave it all, but soon I must leave it for places of higher learning. Graduation night will linger with me as the most memorable night I have ever known. Our class, sit' ting so erect in their chairs before an audience of proud mothers, fathers, aunts and uncles, seemed ready to face the world. As each name was called and the diploma handed out, I wondered what the future held for each and every one of us. Perhaps most of us would enter highfschool and would find new friends, for others schoolfdays were over, they would perhaps find jobs. While the speaker drawled on, I looked over the faces in the audience. My eyes rested upon a middlefaged man, his face wreathed in smiles-perhaps, I thought, he is remembering his graduation night. Next to him sat an old lady, a black hat on her white head, she, too, smiled-but a rather sad, sweet smile. I couldn't figure out just why. But as time has gone on and many other nights have come to a close just as that memorable one did, I've thought about that old lady and her sad, sweet smile. I think I know just why she smiled the way she did. She knew that life was ahead of us. Life with its happiness, sorrow, problems and cares. We were the younger generation and she belonged to the old. Soon we would take its place. Perhaps, as time rolls on and my school days are entirely over, I shall sit in future years and think of all the happy experiences I've had in highfschool, but somehow I know that I shall always treasure more, those memories I have of gradefschool. Jane Anderson A Smooth T. C. IZA! English 8!! Themes!!! What a prominent place in my mind have these words claimed through' out my high school career! What a seemingly inexf pressible feeling I have, now, as I literally begin the end of my themefwriting. No, do not try to explain it to me as a feeling of sentimentality that is possessing me, such as might be common to any one nearing the end of any piece of work, for I know it is not. Having completed theme' writing units before, and anticipating more of these in college, I cannot say that it is any feeling of parting with it forever that inspires me. Nor could I justify this feeling by recollection of the grades I received in this work, for no memory of an excellent paper, no thrill of an A heading a paragraph can refresh me as I recall past themes. No, it is for none of these reasons that this feeling comes over me upon beginf ning to write my last paper. Yet, it seems strange that I did not experience a similar feeling with the completion of the other units of this semester's work. When I recall these other parts of the course, I at once visualize a small blue book, the cover opens, and Henry Esmond greets me. I realize now how much more pleasure I have derived from composition than from reading the story of a man as seemingly faultless as Mr. Esmond. My interest in Thackeray's novel was wont to lag at times, while it was necessarily much keener in theme writing. Nor was the enthusiasm with which I worked from a topic sentence to a topic conclusion evident as I skimmed through the pages of that book, many of which were so artistically decorated. And now I recall another unit of work, as I remember a book entitled History of English Literature. In that book, of which page after page, and chapter after chapter revealed to me the shortfcomings of those writers whose works I had come to enjoy, I could not find the selffsatisfaction which I felt at the completion of each theme, but rather I was disilluf sioned. How peculiarly striking that book seems now. As inspiring as the works of the writers whose lives it portrays, it is as discouraging as the revelation of the writers' own personalities, as understanding as those who appreciate the great masterpieces discussed in its chapters, it is yet as condemning as the students who unwillingly read these works. Learning thus of the many faults of some great writer, I experienced the sort of feeling I had when, as a child, I was first shocked to hear that there was no Santa Claus. Prof bably it is, then, the fact that themefwriting has stood out as more engaging and fascinating than the other divisions of this semester's work, that causes such a seemingly inexpressible feeling as I begin to write this final paper. But, inexpressible as it has seemed, yet by analysis this feeling now seems expressible, for as I start this last theme, and think back upon the others I have written, conflicting thoughts seem to blend in me. Upon remembrance of some paragraphs on which I spent hours, planning and constructing each sentence, I begin to feel well pleased. But this egotistical ref . , qc '. ' .-:.,. nw? . .., V Q I '- .:. A 'as-1934, u, - ,,ffffWff M Mf11fn 11fff',. ' X ' I . rrrxxmNN NNWl NNxxirr,,. flection is shortflived, for now a feeling of regret comes to me when I recall a theme which was not benefited by my best efforts. At once I begin to inf vent many excuses for this, but upon realizing the futility of these, I end this meditation with a grim determination to make up for those poor papers by writing a perfect nnal theme. And it' is with a feeling of do or die that I turn to my notebook to snatch a lastfminute review of some of the principles involved in composition. As I open the leather cover of my notebook, Sundays Sadness, with a menacing redflettered word beside it, sounds a warning to guard against formality. Page two brings a story of Drip! Drip! , and glancing through the gloomy lines of the Rainy Day theme, I recall a familiar instruction concerning trite conf clusionsf' Digesting this lesson, I turn my attention to the following page. Rejoicing momentarily at the sight of but few red marks marring the black and white of the page, I soon notice, upon turning the page, a misplaced heading, with its four characteristic red lines. Hurriedly I try to obliterate this paper from my memory, and as this page hides its face on the left, a sheet on the right filled with admonitions conf cerning the last theme receives my attention. Roman numerals I, II, III, IV, V, each brings its message of caution and its reminder of diligent work. At last, with the feeling of a conqueror, I come to the bottom of the page and finish reading these instructions. Fully satisied, now, that I have completed all my preparatory work, I-but, presto!-an idea for the subject of my final paper suddenly comes to me, and lest I soon forget it, I brush away notebook, paraf graphs, this paper and pen, and begin that most momentous task of my senior semester-the writing of my last theme. Edgar Shor Moving An old saying that has become popular during the depression is that , It's cheaper to move than to pay rent. Other reasons, of course are the neighbors midnight parties or the incessant practicing of an operatically inclined baby. But our reason is usually very small, that is, in actual weight, because the yelf low paper that telegrams are written on is very thin. Truly, the pen is mightier than the sword when five words can give me an excuse to write a long theme. These five words may vary slightly but they usually say, Report to Pittsburgh Aug. 1, 1933, or with a different city and date. Some people hate even the idea of moving, but because of the frequent moves of our family I've bef come a nomad, and I actually enjoy tearing up all my connections and moving. It isn't because I like to leave all my friends with whom I've had such a variety of experiences, ranging from spending a peaceful morning bobbing about on a slightly ruffled lake fishing for seemingly nonfexistent fish, to riding through the night in a 1923 model open car without benefit of license plates or lights, and the subsequent arrival at the local police station. Nor do I like start' ing in a new school where the only custom that is the same is the language. The reason is simply that I like to move. To me the only tidings comparable to news of a move is the announcement of an unexpected vacation. I love the sounds and smells of an empty house. I enjoy exploring the cellar and attic of the new house always imagining I will find something valuable. And I like to go through the old house making mental comparison of its new bare floors and walls with its complete furnishings of the day before. Of course, because of its being so recent, I best remember our move from Cleveland to Pittsburgh. The first notice we had of this move was one of the fivefword telegrams from the head of father's departf ment. With the arrival of that message ended all my pleasure for the summer. Every time I wanted to go to the beach, mother would remind me that I hadn't cleaned up the garage or packed all my ujunkf' The dog had to have a house of his own because he was absolutely not going to sleep in the kitchen at the new house. At the end of a long, hot summer day it stood finished in the middle of a scrapffilled back yard, its body and crudely shingled roof gleaming with a coat of black auto top dressing, the only thing hinting at its orangefbox origin being the word Calif forniau standing out boldly on the unpainted floor near the door. Finally, after weeks of toil, the kind that doesn't accomplish much, but does keep a person from enjoy' ing his vacation, the real moving day arrived. I've always wondered what movers' psychology is in prof mising to be at the house at 9 in the morning to load and then waiting until 3 PM before showing up. To make up for the lateness, the owner had sent seven men to do the job quickly, five to pack dishes and two to carry out the heavy furniture. Our ice man is a ?,,? 4 61: - 3,,.. 5 :.. i fl A1m193 l . I i hvntg i ' lo ..fi1ffffW7W M!W ffl Wfiffffnffm-V . Y-'-I s . mxmmllllll lm WWW lxxxxlllllm xmhxxnt.. ZOO pound athlete who would gladden the heart of a football coach, but who makes faces when he has anything heavier than a Z5 pound square of ice to carry, with such men available it always seems odd that when we move, our piano and heavier antique walnut highboy are always lifted to the backs of anemic looking little men who look as if they could tackle nothing larger than a ham sandwich. However, before darkness fell the only thing the two sweatfsoaked fellows, who had to have a cigarette before each heavy lift, had left in the house was the hed for me to sleep on. After an attempt to clean up in cold water, I had an unappetizing dinner at a nearf by restaurant of which the only good feature was an attractive red neon sign. That meal taught me that a blinding, blinking red neon sign does little to restrain a laborfdeveloped appetite. After eating, there was nothing else to do but go to bed, because of the lack of light as the electric current had been turned off early in the afternoon. In order to take care of my fox terrier I usually ride in the van myself. I like to ride in these unf wieldly vehicles because their slowness enables me to gain a better idea of the country and cities we pass through. This particular van was built over from an almost new ton and a half delivery truck into a rather small moving van. That hot summer day it was loaded with about three tons of furniture and the rear had a decided slope almost to the pavement. As we pulled into a small Ohion town one of the overfburf dened rear tires gave out with a loud wheeze. After losing an hour repairing this tire the driver took some precautions. From then on, regularly every 20 miles he stopped at a gasoline station and thoroughly wetted the hot tires with a hose. Movers may not be intellectual giants but they certainly have the gift of getting a big meal for small cost. At East Liverpool, the driver swung his awk' ward machine around corner after corner until we arrived at a tiny restaurant near the river. The resf taurant may have been tiny but their portions were certainly not. When I ordered roast pork and mashed potatoes, the waitress returned with the biggest part of the side of a fullfgrown pig and a mountain of potatoes splotched with beds of lavafbrown gravy. After finishing that meal I experienced a feeling simif lar to one I usually have at 1:30 PM on the last Thursday in Nevember. After East Liverpool, came the hilly country where the truck had long slow pulls up the steep hills. Une hill stands out in my mind, where Snip, I, and one of the movers deserted the baking hot cab in favor of walking. We trotted up the hill and at the top turned and watched the peacef ful gray Ohio glide along -far below until the laboring van had heaved itself to the summit. After a few miles the road slipped through a huge slash in a high hill. At the entrance to the manfmade valley a large sign blared forth the cheerful warning, Look out for falling rocks. With that delightful suggestion ring' ing in my mind, I wondered just what we would do if we did see a huge slab of slate descending upon our creeping vehicle. After a few more miles of struggling up hills and brakefburning descents we arrived in Pittsburgh. The movers were not very familiar with the city but, finally, after a half hour of wandering through unf known streets and tunnels and over numerous bridges we arrived at the new house, completing a most ex' hausting ten hour trip. However, the arrival merely meant much more work. After everything else was removed from the truck, the movers had a glass of water, a cigarette, and a short rest before starting on the piano. With the aid of my father and myself they managed to get it up our steep front steps and onto the small porch. As they rested momentarily, one of the movers turned and yelled, Paul get the dolly, quick! I turned and walked down the steps wonder' ing what in the world a mover would want with a dolly when he was moving a piano. It was none of my business what the man did in his spare time, but I couldn't understand why he would want to play now. Finally, rather stupidly I asked, Did you say a dolly? , only to receive a curt explanation that a dolly is a fourfwheeled apparatus on which pianos are rolled. Of course, I spent weeks in rearranging mis' placed furniture, but the really hard labor was over that night Throughout this essay I have brought out the hardships of moving, but only to show the reason for my swell of pride when father explains to friends that Yes, it was a hard move, but Paul is always a great help. Also, when I read an article about a happening in one of the cities that I've called home, I always have a thrill in thinking that I might know some of the people connected with it. So, when I hear a boy say that he has lived in the same house all of his life, I think that maybe he has missed one of the very broadening experiences of life. Paul Jennings Yx xmidgffy x V 1, nl . uv. K FV X, r X T 1 D M f W f L Autographs wi' wa -aaoo A My 0 Q N A f xx TCL 'UZ7 N '13 . ,DJUJDI 51 S NN f Q A ', Vi E 2 .v xnxx 'QA JJ A6 'H lx Roxy N 'R ff' 'x . sk fa, ww V ky f 0 ' . , 6O, ,U X MJ E . 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