St Thomas High School - Retrospect Thomasonian Yearbook (Braddock, PA)

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29 OH, REALLY? Sister Mary Benet points out to Kathy, Arlene, Ed and Marian why she hates yearbooks. MAUREEN RIDGE—All the ruined newspaper stencils for anyone who can correct them. NICHOLAS SKRAK —All my old bus passes. DIANE ZWAHLEN—An armload of textbooks and an oversize purse with the challenge for the teenage girl of the future: Carry all these on one arm, if you can! BRIDGET FALLON—All my old street car passes. ROSE MARY CASSIDY—All the RIGHT THERE, BOYS Tony directs Don, George, and Karl in setting up chairs for an assembly. stale jelly-beans which I collected in Latin class in my sophomore year. TONY SCARPINO—A cast. ANITA GROARK—The rusty nail that stuck in my foot. EUGENE KRITKO—The four wheels from my car. RICHARD SCHOFF—The fuses which blew out in physics class. GEORGE KRALY—My “Little Green Box.” JOSEPH McKINNEY—One of our dear departed pigeons from old S.T.H. GERARD GOLOFSKI—The “orange projectile” which was cast through the windows of 201, when I stayed after school. KARL GRSKOVICH —A lost Think and Do Book. GLENN CUMMINGS— The Spanish book which I treasured during my junior new THF TmMn ; WF GFT INTO I Maryann, John and Arlene work on a poster, while Carol and Rich examine a finished product. year. MICHAEL STRETAVSKI—My reserved seat on the bench during the four years that I played basketball at S.T.H. RICHARD GAVALIK—My lucky number “13.” JOHN CONROY—A 50’ x 30’ self portrait, oil painted, mural. JOSEPH PLUHTA—A lock of my naturally wild hair. JOSEPH MROZIAK—A comb. JAMES MURRAY—My arctic overcoat with the fur collar. GARY KROPP—The memories of my school years at S.T.H. EDWARD McNULTY—SMB. May St. Thomas rise to new heights on these treasures! THE CLASS OF 1962

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— Iy “Holy Cows.” KATHLEEN FARREN—One plank from the fire escape, which we never used during fire drills. JANICE HALLORAN—The worn out, wet dust rags which we made use of on the lunch tables at St. Mary’s. ANNE DOCHERTY—My two school uniforms. DONALD HEIBER—0.0001 mg. of Gibberellic Acid, also my best wishes for the new S.T.H. CAROLYN BAKIN—All the note cards of my first research paper. BARBARA FANTASKI—My red checks, which I received in American History Class. ROBERTA GALLICK —My school sweater. PAT KOSCHO—My bottle of “No. 33.” DOLORES LEY—The sound of my squeaky WELL, JOE, WE’RE WAITING Joe and Laura select a number as Wally, Kathy, Mike and Janice get ready to dance. voice every time I got up to give my history talks. JOHN FALLON—A sleeping bag. NICOLETTE KUSH-NER—I would like to engrave “Nikki” into the cornerstone so no one will ever call me Nicolette again. DIANNE LEY—Five bottles of correction fluid with broken lids for future typists of the Thomas-ette. EILEEN JAN-OWSKI—Old 60 w.p.m. speed tests. ANDREA KUFTIC —My “polka-dots.” KATHLEEN HEIL—A Senior Think and Do Book. The cornerstone will have knowledge, if nothing else. AL McDERMOTT—My detention slips. ARLENE WISNIEWSKI—My old, worn-out uniform, Whilcy and Ed count steps while Dolores and Rose Mary discuss P.O.D. questions. (patches and all). LAURA MILLER—All the castles I built in English class. ANNETTE DiNARDO—Three year old regulation blouses. RICHARD FITZGIBBON —One battered-up St. Anselm pennant to signify defeat for them. KATHLEEN OPATKIEWICZ—The old bannisters from St. Thomas because I think students of the future might enjoy sliding down them, just as I did. GET YOUR THOMAS-ETTE HERE Co-editors Maryann and Maureen distribute the Thomas-ette to Roberta and Carolyn.

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30 My Class-In Retrospect My name is Sixtee Too; I am the guardian angel of the Class of 1962. It has' been my duty to watch over this class since it started out as a freshman class in September of 1958. Let me take you through the years as I reminisce. I first took charge of them when they were initiated on September 26, 1958. This was a day to remember for all, but so was everyday. The freshman girls and boys were the talk of the school that year. I can remember seeing Carol Valkanas on the stage trying to lose weight with the hula-hoop. Around this time, too, Donald Heiber started his experiments with plant hormones. Under my wings, he received many awards. Among these were a Superior Rating at North Catholic and a Second Place at Junior Academy of Science. As the freshmen became acquainted with the various functions of the school, they eagerly anticipated the time when they, too, could perform in the many Spanish skits they had witnessed. Another annual affair was the election of a Valentine Queen by votes of pennies. Their class was well represented by Janice Halloran and Arlene Wisniewski. The Class of 1962 and I were united by many other events that took place in this wonderful year. Mighty sophomores, yes, that’s what they were all right; and no sooner did they gain that title than they proved themselves worthy of it. Very few of them will forget October 30, 1959—the day Dale Devine swung the mighty gavel, and the jury gave their merciless verdicts. That was Initiation Day, 1959! Rich Cavalik especially remembers the pleasure he received when he broke an egg on the head of a defenseless, frightened freshie. The fifties brought with them the popular swing towards the bandstand program. My wards weren’t going to stand by and let everyone swing without them. I can remember that cold rainy day when they all piled into Mr. Dawson’s faithful bus and headed for WTAE and Dick Blanchard’s Bandstand! In this year an addition was added to the court of the Valentine Queen— a King! Everyone hoped John Conroy would be elected NO SHORT-CUTS, PETE Andera and Bridget look on as Joe restrains Pete from taking a short-cut to the cafeteria.