Thompson Vocational High School - Owl Yearbook (Thompson, PA)

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That night, Iohnny's mother, Donna Burman Gelatt, knocked on the neat little ranch house door with P. Dobon's name on the front. All in all, Mr. Dobon had a modern farm, she noticed as she quickly glanced about. She wondered if this was where those famous cows, Tillie and Flossie had been raised. The door was opened by Mrs. Dobon. Mr. Dobon was working on his tax report in his study. Dobon: my son Johnny tells me that your son--why Pete, Pete Dobon--I didn't know it was you! The rest of the evening was spent in discussing their classmates. Marion Rebich, a farmer's wife, lived in an 'attractive white house a few miles up the road. Marion had told Pete the day before that Marjorie Novak had found an excellent secretarial job in Binghamton and was becoming tops in her profession. June Lee was working in Wilson Memorial Hospital. When Pete's daughter had had her tonsils out, June had been her nurse. Since Iohnny's black eye had healed, nothing exciting happened in school for nearly a month save the usual paper wads, airplanes and kid pranks. One day, a school alumnus came to put on a show for the school for the benefit of the annual polio fund. He was Joe Galoni, an unusually interesting comedian. His juggling act with Girdon Buck was especially tops with the young audience. The night before. Joe had visited 'Girt' at the new ranch on Buck's farm, and Girt had agreed to help Joe the next day. After school had been dismissed, Joey examined the new school. When he came to the fourth grade room he noticed that someone was busy at her desk. He recognized Norma and after exchanging greetings, Norma asked him over to her house for supper. She announced that Dave Glover, her husband had just come home from the Marines and was planning to settle down and farm. Dave had heard that Barry Martin was really reaching for the tops in the Marines. He enjoyed his work and made a good officer. One day in school, a sign appeared on the bulletin board announcing a coming speaker in the new Baptist Church at Starrucca. Reverend Jimmy Byrne, the pastor, had invited as guest speaker Miss Jean Whitney, a missionary known for her energetic lectures. Rev. Byrne's wife fmmerly Helen Buck, would assist with the service. Helen was a great help to her husband by doing secretarial work for him. The next day in school, Mr. Stephen Saulo, a farmer whose pastime was to teach new basketball and baseball maneuvers to young boys, visited the high school. That night one of the boys went home and told his father of the wonderful coach they had. His uncle, Emery Thorn, had just come back from Chicago. Emery was glad to hear about Steve. He told his nephew to tell Steve that he had a truck-driving job, and had driven to California, Texas, and Canada. By a stroke of fate, he had had to deliver a truck load of electronics equipment to Houston, Texas, where William Bechtlofft was working in a new electronics engineering laboratory. The work was secret so Emery

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Fw A few miles from Thompson, the new buzzer rang for the first time opening the new modern school house just finished that summer. A few minutes late, the new school buses drove up full of eager anticipating children. After the buses had been un- loaded, the drivers held a conference. Gee, this is real dandy! remarked Cleon Lloyd, an ace bus driver and star farmer. The others agreed and soon a regular inventory of the new set-up had been made and discussed. School started in good form until the first mishap occurred. Somebody in the fourth grade initiated his brand-new desk by carving his initials in the right hand corner. He was promptly sent by Mrs. Norma Glover, his teacher, up to the principal's new elab- orate office. Behind a pair of spectacles sat Mr. Carlton Slocum, in person, reading the morning newspaper, just waiting for the first offender. Humphl he .cleared his throat. What seems to be the trouble? After considering the little culprit's stammered story about the misfated desk and a following lecture had been given, Mr. Slocum observed a familiarity in the young lad's looks and actions. Say, are you Bob Carangelo's son? Yes sir! the lad emphatically replied, anxious to reinstate his previous good standing. Thinking aloud, Cart spoke, Just like his father. Realizing that he hadn't yet dismissed the boy, he asked, How's your father's mechanic job? Fine, sir, and as he cautiously inched backward toward the door, it swung open and in an ususual hurry, Mr. Willard Westcott, the math teac er stormed in. Usually very patient with his pupils, he had abandoned all dignity an was pulling along by an ear a disconcerted Junior High student. Now tell Mr. Slocum what you told me, you impudent smarty. After uselessly trying to worm out of it, the boy sullenly told the principal. I just said, 'My mother could keep discipline better'g that's all. Mr. Slocum delivered his extra special lecture for such cases and his realization of the fact that the boy certainly had a mind of his own brought to mind one of his former schoolday classmates, Joyce Ross. Now there's a girl that would stand up for her rights. He dismissed Mr. Westcott with a promise to 'take care of the lad', but when he found out that the boy was Mrs. Joyce Mead's son, he simply dismissed the boy with a friendly warning. He had gathered from the boy's story that Joyce was happy and still her own boss. She and her husband lived on a farm somewhere around Orson. Nothing out of the ordinary happened until noon hour was well under way. Apparently in the fifth grade room, someone pushed someone else out of the seat. Naturally a fist fight started and before the teacher could interfere, one of the boys, Johnny, was knocked flat on the floor.

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didn't know just what Wi11ie's specific job was, but he knew Steve would enjoy hearing about Willie. In the first few months of school amidst- all the usual humdrum of school life, not one member of the Class of 1954 had been omitted from discussion concerning or origin ating from school. This proved that although they had long been graduated, their old schoo1 ties of friendship still invisibly bound them together in memory. By Jean Whitney, Helen Buck, Robert Carangelo