Tarentum High School - Quippus Yearbook (Tarentum, PA)

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M ' hy Ns t 3 , 5 ,,,,,,f C3 .. . f -new ' if 5d.3--.:m ,,,,, ,,,,,,, O took possession of the remainder of our provisions when our unwary guards were watching the combat. Never again did these guards leave their post as watch over the provisions, or any other duty. Another means of raising funds was to hold a benefit movie. All the friendly tribes within four days distance were invited to attend. At the close of the twelfth moon, Heap Big Chief Lausberg and his tribe gave a big Pow Wow Party in honor of the graduating tribe. The chiefs of both tribes smoked the peace pipe and sealed with friendship their long lived enmity. At this point of our hunt we stopped to look for the light of success. Lo! lt was there in the distance, but there was that terrible dark chasm between us and our hard fought for goal. Another lapse in time and again the tribe entered the fray to fight the last hard battle before the tribe was to be separated forever. Our tribe was still diminishing with only one hundred and eight members still in the fight, yet it was the largest tribe ever to leave the Happy Hunting Grounds of Tarentum High School. We chose for our leader, Chief Hiawatha Esler. He was a clean cut young warrior with high ambitions. At the very beginning of the hrst moon the Esler- ites revived the clan spirit of former years. Every individual of every tribe with- in the encampment felt a reawakening of School Spirit. As a result, the Quippus was revived! Our deeds now should be written in the Quippus. The feeling of formality between tribes was abandoned, and in all there was that sense of friendli- ness and willingness to help each other as was never before known in the history of Tarentum High School. Before many moons had passed we received trinkets which were to be treasured above all of our prizes or rewards. Our priceless rings and pins caused a sen- sation among the members of our home tribes and among those of other schools. The tribe presented a play on behalf of the Quippus. This brought us a step nearer to the attainment of our goal. Then, and only then, did Esler and his tribe merge from the hunting grounds into new pastures which was a land of sunlight and success. Here the Gods of Knowledge reigned supreme. Now our hopes and ambitions are to set a newer and higher standard of suc- cess. Our wishes are that we have a bigger and better class play and another big Pow Wow Party. Then the battle for us will cease when the last warrior has discarded his bow and arrow and tomahawk for a cap, a gown, and a pass which will enable him to enter the world as a civilized man. Lois KUNKLE, Lois CLARK, '31, Twenty-eight

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K. v NN , I I K s g xi, I Q I . - ---- - s----- I-'N -- , S 'fllilil ' ' ' ' 'T 5d45--:m, -,,, ,,,, ,,,, I1 -,5,,ln Class History In the year of our I ord one thousand nine hundred twenty-eight, the happy hunting grounds of 'larentum High School were thrown open to a tribe of young warriors who were coming to take their place among the renowned. This tribe was destined to be prominent in the history of Tarentum lligh School. Iiollowing the custom of the older tribes we chose for our chieftain, Big Little Sefts. Nluch bewildered was our tribe as to what action might be taken for the betterment of our clan, and many were the slings and ai'rows that were suffered due to the fact that we were ignorant of tribal customs. We soon learned the routine that each must follow to prepare himself to meet the demands of older tribes. We numbered one hundred sixty-four and, due to the strength in our braves, and our strength in number, we were bold and daring. We knew when we were treading on forbidden hunting grounds, and often for this cause many members of our tribe suffered the blows inflicted upon them by the high chief of all tribes, Mr. Swick. Less than six moons had passed when we received beautiful souvenirs as a remembrance of the battles we fought and won that year. In spite of our hardships, Chief Big Little Sefts led us out of the wilderness of Ignorance into the Land of Knowledge. Many of our tribe members lost out or fell behind, yet more determined ones kept on through the ever changing light of learning. The following year saw the tribe headed for a bright and busy future and we were soon under way with our plans for the year. We numbered one hundred thirty-six men, women, and children, all of a quite active age. We chose for our chieftain, Heap Big Chief Lausberg . Ile was a fiery young chieftain full of pep and enthusiasm. Ile inspired the tribe to don its war paint and go forth to the massacre, nor did the fury of the battle subside until there was no other foe in sight to be conquered. Before each battle there was a war dance held by the tribe to arouse the spirits of war that they might bring tis success in battle. About three moons had passed when we received beautiful red and black pen- ants as a memorandum of our successful campaign of the year one thousand nine hundred twenty-nine. liunds were needed badly so the worthy officers of the tribe set to work on the enemy with renewed zeal. At one of the deadly combats between the young warriors of our school and those of a neighboring school, a group of hostile young braves 'I wenty urn

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Twenty-nine Class Prophecy I sit here in the desert lands, I see a million grains of sand, And in each grain I see the fates fl nd future life of my classmates. The task is mine. I'll do it well, The future lives of my classmates to tell. Fate has planned what we shall be, Looking into the future, here's just what I see: l,ois KUNKLE is a pianist of great fame She keeps her husband whom she loves just the same. SYLvEs'rER BARKER is a millionaire who leads a gay life A matrimonial agency found him a rich wife. ADELAIDE CRYTZER, a designer of ladies gowns Draws trade from all the near-by towns. .IANE ENDSLEY is editor of the Valley Daily News ller salary is sufficient to keep her in shoes. STEVE Pursizo, an undertaker, I see in his hack The ones he takes riding never come back. AMELIA LIPPERT holds a position of rare distinction At lVlurphy's she sells the things for the kitchen. GEORGE LAURENT is a salesman of second hand books. ln his wee corner shop all his customers he hooks. KATE IIEPLER, once a society belle. llas married a man who has peanuts to sell. l see a palace and many gay times Where IRENE CAMPBELL spends all her dimes. ln a large office which has many doors l see l.YDiA Grier scrubbing the floors. joHN KLuciNEc: sells brooms, brushes, and mops lle still maintains that all women are flops. ln a little house by the side of the road BECKY DAVIDSON owns a neat little shop Where ViviAN Ross and her boy friend still come 'lo buy many bottles of pink colored pop. LARRY ALTMAN is a butler of first class Each place he work he breaks all the glass. l'3E'l rY HARVEY is a duchess, a noble man's wife, ln an old French castle she leads a gay life. CLARA SILL is a telephone operator for very small pay She gets the right number just once in a day. On Wall Street a prominent Iigure ls IIENRY GOLTZ who watches the ticker. FRED MAFHE is a comedian of the screen llis smile is broader than ever you've seen. A poor gigolo paid for his dancing Dick JONES still thinks he is quite entrancing. K. ... q--, 9 - .. - . 'S 'MH l l . Q y l ,' tl' l if ' 5 l l I l 1 1 'E' l E l la' l l ' dl l l l ri l r FII , X i ,L zfllllluur A I l .-