Springfield High School - Scrivener Yearbook (Springfield, PA)

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ty-eight lass Jlaisturp 1941-42 WE REMEMBER the ninety-three Freshmen that were greeted that year by Miss Sanbe, Mr. MacClatchy, and Mr. Emmerling. Our class, in its peak in numbers, had eighteen on the Iunior High football squad which rolled up one hundred and fourteen points to the opposition's zero. We saw the drum majorette in her new uniform leading our snappy band. This was the year of Pearl Harbor. 1942 - 43 WE REMEMBER the year we returned as Sophomores. Starting the year off right, we elected Don Attwood. Tom Kraemer, Dewey Schwarz, Ed Calder, and Barbara Lewis to represent us in the Senior Student Council. Mr. Albert I. Wentz and Miss Edna Cheyney were appointed as our advisors to guide us through our remaining years in school. Bud Wright. Tom Kraemer, Bob Gambone, and Leo Patterson were our outstanding representatives on the football team under the guidance of Marty Howell. On the boy's varsity basketball team. we had one player-Bud Wright. Toward the end of the year we gave the Soph-Hop , and our own Iimmie Reid supplied the music. This was the year of Stalingrad. 1943 - 44 WE REMEMBER the year we came back to find Miss Berry. Miss Brown. and Mr. Hottenstein our homeroom teachers. Already, some of the old members of the class were beginning to stray from the fold. Don Attwood. Phyllis Achterman, Frank Gorman, Iim Reynolds, Bud Deyoe. Stan Cole. and Charles Thompson were among those that left us. We remember that this was the first year that Springfield had an undefeated football team. Eight of our class were in there, making touchdowns. Ed Calder, Howard Laycock, Nancy White, and Iim Spohn were the juniors chosen for the National Honor Society. We were the hosts at the Ir.-Sr. Prom: and, at the Commencement of the Class of '44, Leo Patterson, our president, received the key for the Class of '45, This was the the year of the invasion of France. 1944 - 45 WE REMEMBER our last year best of all. Assigned to Miss Haldeman's and Mr. R. K. Smith's homerooms, we had time to count noses. Our class had dwindled down to about seventy-five, but our part in activities had not dwindled. The boys from our class had a big part in the most successful football season in the annuals of Springfield High. The only blot on our record was the 0-0 tie we played with Swarthmore. Other extra- curricular activities featured many of our class. Seniors formed the backbone of the Band and Orchestra and a good part of the A Cappella Choir. Our yearbook was piloted by hard-working Ianet Buehler, and the Spri-Hian was headed by Ed MacBumey, We remember the basketball team captained by Bud Wright: the club reached the eastem state finals with McAdoo at Allentown. Outstanding among the games were the thriller we won at Yeadon. the game with Sells-Perkasie, and the Camp Hill game. Our class officers included Tom Kraemer, president: Iim Spohn. vice-president: Marlys Lindgren, secretary, and Pat Rile, treasurer. A new advisor, Miss Sarah L. Berry, was elected to fill the place of Miss Cheyney who left at the end of 1944. The senior play Days Without Daddy was presented in March by a cast of twenty-one. The National Honor Society received seven members of our class: Marlys Lindgren, Agnete Heine, Bill Schaffnit, Anna McLaughlin, Ed. MacBumey, Tony Bleecker, and Bob Clark. Ending our school days in a rush of activities which included the class dinner, the prom, and many other events, we were given our diplomas by School Board President, Harold C. Halberstadt. This was the year of the collapse of the German Reich. WE REMEMBER many other pleasant happenings which we haven't space to list: all of these events serve to make our days at Springfield High live in our memories.

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Qeniur iBIap Oh. all right . . . I guess . . . they're up there now . . . we come in later . . . shot back Meneely. And we brought the sofa all the way from Twenty-second and Market on the El . . . interposed young Schaifnit. You what . . . a full fledged couch . . . on the El? You can imagine our surprise when we learned that those fellows-Ernest Meneely, Bill Schaffnit, David Cooper, Bill Parks, and Allan Brown-all of 'em bought the old divan for eight dollars, leaving themselves eightysfive cents for car-fare. They started to heave the gadget when they suddenly discovered the bottom was falling out. Well. then, they carried it up-side-down to the thirty-second street station. And, here the real trouble started! The cashier said, No -The boys said YES . . . She still objected. But the sofa went through and the boys with it . . . There was a small inconvenience when Cooper had to go through the turnstile six times to check their fares. Anyway, it was about four thirty-the rush hour was on . . . But the boys, sofa and all. got to sixty-third street where they winged their way to the platform . . . Cooper holding fast to the door. There they met Iack Rann who helped liit the soft to his car . . . this time a couple of springs were busted . . . and the crew came merrily to rehearsal. Well. it was some story . . . and a good one, we thought. But up we went . . . up the rickety steps landing plum into one of the dressing rooms back stage. The play was on . . . All around stood various characters . . . Marlys Lindgren with her prompt book . . . Nancy White, Margery Wilson, Audrey Wilson, and Ruth Harper . . . all doing something or other . . . mostly waiting for cues. On the stage Bill Parks was making love to Lieutenant Mary Day fShirley Watermanl. And he was doing all right . . . What do you do? we asked a little lady as she passed. Me? Why I just add to confusion, smiled Pat Rile. At this point, it seemed, the curtain closed. The act must have been over, for all the players filed on stage. Soon director, Miss Mildred Brown, talented player herself, was heard . . . Evidently she was meeting the cast. But. we were on our way out now . . . past Dave Cooper and his mustache . . . we didn't take time to ask him what happened to the pipe . , . George Anderer was calling out to, Okay something . . . Ernest Meneely looking for his Tux . . . somewhere, somebody had turned on some music . . . sound effects. no doubt. One more backward glance-then out we came--and the night air felt good . . . so did the confidence that Springfield was about to present the best play ever! Twmz ty

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