Titusville High School - Optimist Yearbook (Titusville, PA)

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Class History FIRST QUARTER: FIRST TO THIRD GRADE. What are we here for? To give you the class history. Pip! Pip! Let's go. 1938-39 We entered first grade in the fall of 1938 with a scared feeling of what was ahead of us. Our big problem this year was learning the A,B,C's and spelling such hard words as cat, rat, and dog. There were other first grades too. They were at the Southside, Union, and Elm. Many of the kids who are our friends today were unknown to us then, because of attending these other schools. 1939-40 After Squeezing through first grade by the skin of our necks. we entered second grade. Second grade started with the horrible task of learning to write, which we continued up to the Sixth grade, We also had to learn that two plus two did not add up to five, although for some of us, it was hard to get this into our heads. One of our new pleasures this year was the little bottle of ink inserted in our desks. You'll never know how hard it was to get that ink off our fingers and out of little girl's pig-tails. 1940-41 We entered third grade in the fall of 1940 with the feeling that we were really climbing up in the world. By now most of us knew how to spell our names. We were beginning to study such difficult subjects as conduct, writing, arithmetic, reading, and the difference between the Pacific and Atlantic Oceans. This was our first year for surplus fruit juices and dried fruits. SECOND QUARTER: FOURTH T0 FIFTH GRADE 1941-42 We began to feel a little carefree and reckless this year and consequently the teacher would have to lay the ruler down, but we certainly had a lot of fun in fourth grade. Between learning our fractions and dividing four into nine, and getting an answer of three, we gave our beloved teachers a merry whirl. 1942-43 After we got into fifth grade we found out pretty quickly that we had to buckle down, harder than we did in the lower grades. This was the year we started to read about how Columbus discovered this great country. 1943-44 From the North, South, East and the West, we all came together to meet in one great class called the Sixth Grade at Union Street. This was the first year we passed to classes. By the end of this year, we were masters in the art of penmanship, and most of us received a certificate. THIRD QUARTER: SEVENTH TO NINTH GRADE' 1944-45 Seventh grade brought with it the excitement of beginner's band, election of Student Council, and our first dances. The patrol boys were the only ones who could show authority. The rest of us felt insignificant among the big eighth and ninth graders. 1945-46 In eighth grade we had our first stage production, an operetta, The White Gypsy. A few of the eighth grade girls were even brave enough to try out for cheerleader this year but as usual the upperclassmen won. 1946-47 From Plum, Cherrytree, Southwest, Rome and many other surrounding Town- ships boys and girls came to meet, and join in one great Freshman Class. It didn't take us long to get acquainted and we have had a lot of fun together ever since. Lots of excitement this year with class officers, the formal, and the operretta, Band Wagon, along with home-room plays! FOURTH QUARTER: TENTH T0 TWELFTH GRADE 1947-48 At last we were in Colestock! For the first couple of weeks we wandered through the halls in a daze. How well we remember the upperclassmen trying to sell us seats in assembly, but after the first semester exams we decided that Colestock wasn't so bad after all. 1948-49 This was our first year to elect class officers at Colestock, and have class meetings. We had many wonderful events including the Junior Play, which was a big hit to us, and the Junior Prom. 1949-50 Our last year at dear old Colestock. The Senior Play Shiny Nose, was a great success, as was the Senior Banquet. This was our first year to enter the Forensic League, an organization for the promotion and encouragement of musical and speech activities. Although we will be glad to go into the world and find what it has in store for us, we shall never forget the fond memories and happy times we had in Colestock High School. Chairmen: Marjorie Raszman, Murray Hipwell, Joanne DeForce, Sam Alderman, Dolores Lucas, Bill Maseman. Roberta Morris, Dick Nilson,

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Class Poem UPARTING THOUGHTS Our high school days have passed away A new life now unfolds. We cannot knowg we cannot tell What plans the future holds. The friends we've made in high school days We now must leave behind, But distance cannot break the threads Of blessed ties that bind. The ties of love and friendship true Weave memiries in our mind, That linger though we're far from home, Or severed from mankind. We'll walk no more these high school halls, Or hear this passing bell. What ways we'll walkg what paths we'll tread. Our God alone can tell. Maxine Fenstermaker. Class Song Tune: Smoke Gets in Your Eyes They'll ask us how we knew What we say is true, We'll to them reply Dear old Colestock High's always been inside And now that we have gone And have sung our song, We would like to say Pleasures here each day are all here to stay. And we know that Time has said you go And we've had to leave these hallsg But we're content to know that we have spent Twelve wondrous years, in all. So we have answered them When we tell them thisg High School's been a dream and has made life Like a haunting theme. jane Bonn US. SCCITI K

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Class TIWII We, the Class of 1950 of Colestock High School, being in the highest state of mental and physical deficiency do hereby make and publish this last will and testament. We feel that the teachers who come to us with tears in their eyes, and felgn grief in seeing us leave, have conspired to hasten rather than prolong the end. I, Anne Gray, go out into this big wide World to find Bill. . I, Mark Harvey, leave my outstanding ability to flirt to Dick Trudgen, knowing that 1 he will make good use of it. I, Murray Hipwell, leave my ability to get on Miss Clark's nerves in Economics Class to Harold Jones knowing he is qualified for the job. I, Jack Howe, leave my quick smiles and blushes to Byron Ray. I, Dick Jennings, leave and take my incessant questions with me. I, Marilyn M. Johnson, leave and take with me my pleasing personality. I, Forrest Kennedy, leave my happy-o-lucky manner to some unhappy sophomore. I, Gloria King, leave my ability to flirt with all the boys to Janet Smith feeling sure she will come up to my standards. I, Harold Krepp, bequeath some of my shortness to Paul Linder. I, Alice Smith, will my unassuming manner to Davine Childs in the hope that she will be less noisy in her senior year. I, Shirley Stroup, leave my artistic ability to Helen Snyder. I. Jack Kerr, leave- my smile to Mike McCombs. I, Jim Ruesch, leave and take with me my title as best looking boy. I, Jim Maginnis, leave my blonde curly hair to Don Bishop knowing that he can use it. I, Billie Morrical, leave my leadership ability to any one who thinks he can fulfill it. I, Bill Morrison, leave my rosy red cheeks to Clarence Kinnear. I, Don Nichols, leave my football ability to Don Lesko knowing he can use some. I, Melvin Wescoat, leave my quietness to Barbara Worden. I, Gary McFate, leave, but will come back in two years for Patty. I, Lillie Van Guilder, leave my job at Weber's to my sister Adah. I, Walter L'Huillier, leave my job as Mr. Windoft's assistant to Elwin Kerr. I, Robert Morris, leave my wrestling ability to Delbert Goodwill. I, Betty White, leave my job in the office to Nancy Hutchinson. I, Norma Weaver, leave my title of the peppiest girl of T. H. S. to Barbara Cleland. I, Barbara Matthews, leave my title as Class Cut-up to Sarah Morris. I, Beverly Lake, leave my seat in Room 10 to any junior who wants it. I, Jean Rice, leave my shyness to Doris Emert. I, Mary Lou Avery, will my long black hair to Chris Linde. I, Howard Bloom, leave but take my pipe with me. I, Barbara Brady, leave my noise-making ability to Joyce Johnson. I, Mert Brown, will my ability to solve algebra problems to Mr. Wertz. I, Frederick Burns, leave but will never forget Journalism Class. I, Beverly Butcher, leave to hunt the right man. I, Shirley Byers, will my witty sayings in Journalism and Speech class to any deserving junior. I, Bill Chick, leave my place on the honor roll to Ken Worden. I, Virginia Clark, will my baton twirling ability to Cynthia Radack. I, Robert Conners, leave my tardy record as a goal for Bud Yashinski to reach. I, Beatrice Prody, leave to try my luck in the world. I, Tom Quiggle, leave some of my height to Chris Hannigan in the hope that he will get to the top of things. I, Harold Goodwill, leave my way with girls to Jack Buser. I, Dick Gifford, leave but take my car with me. I, Lila Eddy, leave and take Barbara Matthews with me. I, Joanne DeForce, leave my dancing ability to Carol Rowe. I, Harry Frey, leave my title as the most courteous boy to Glen Dillon. I, Bob Ferguson, leave my basketball playing ability to Dan Farley. I, Bruce Dutton, leave for Upsala but leave my sophistication here for the sophomores. I, Twila Crawford, leave my seat in Room 6 to Jerry Cotton. I, Marilyn Crawford, leave my long hair to Nancy Gilson. I, Shirley Reagle, leave my place in the band to mly sister Donna. I, Helen Donovan, leave to become a. Nurse. In witness whereof, we have affixed our hand and seal, this day of May, in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and fifty. Attorney at Law-Patty Jones. Assistants, LaTrelle Ward, Russell Holder, Julie Anderson, Ward Wheatall Bernice Kopp, Robert Buser, Marian Snyder, Gerald Come