Trafford High School - Reflector Yearbook (Trafford, PA)

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C am MA!! I, Ioan McMunn, leave my job of paying tu- ition to some other sucker from C'Ville. I, Lee McBride, leave my husky build to Miss Murf. I, Wayne Koepka, leave my ways of not getting to school on time to G. Golick. I, Marie Klimovich, leave an assorted collec- tion of sweets to Margie Lawrence. I, Don Richardson, leave my mustache to Glumpect,' Palesky. I, Margaret Mertz, leave my giggle to Lois Smith. I, Frank Pascoe, leave my wornout chicken incubator to Dick Shank. I, Howard Scanlon, leave to give the school some peace and quiet. I, Dorcas Reed, leave to join Freddy Eves. I, Charles Marker, leave a poke in the nose to anyone who lays a hand on Bunny Galore. I, Lorena Matulia, leave my ability to play the bigatia to Bill Vergot. I, Peggy Lou Lytle, leave my out-of-town boyfriends to Shirley Snyder. I, Bob Kopnitsky, leave the poolroom for a few hours to get my diploma. I, Gloria Grande, leave my serious affection for love to Irene Lovre. I, Thecla Murray, leave my giggle to Scub- by Cavalancia, I, Dolores F aulk, leave my basketball tackle to Barbara Mae Holsinger. I, Lucille Culliver, leave my atemperv to Muzzy Massaro. I, Lois Crandall, leave my short skirts to Jeannie Traficante. I, Dave Clarkson, leave my supersonic speed to Marie Murray. I, Eddie Cercone, leave my black, bushy hair to Sherman Iarrett or Mr. Carnack. I, Evelyn Burnett, leave my giddiness to Edward Szymd. I, LaVerne Edge, leave my ability to get along with everybody to Mr. Lloyd. I, Allison Stanley, leave my jalopy to Mike Zeravica. I, Eugene Surmacz, the Senior Wonder, leave my brains to I. P. Owens. I, Eddie Toocheck, leave my accordion play- ing to Maryanne Beck. I, Eleanor Uhrrecht, leave to take over McBride,s Theater. I, Phyllis Traficante, do not leave John Scales. I, Sammy Vecchio, leave my love for little girls to Patsy Paul. I, Ioan Zigarovich, leave my pretty hair to Mary Jane Marshalic. I, Steve Zigarovich, leave the stars dressing room to Herky Asquino. I, Bernice Twardowski, do not leave Butch Scanlon to Lois Turchan. I, Melvin Vuic, leave on a wing and a prayer. I, Ray Watterson, leave, my right hand to Mr. Faulk. I, Ralph Hall, leave my false teeth to anyone who runs into Miss Bierer when sheis tramping down the halls. I, Willa Boyd, leave, to teach Home Ec. I, Wilbert Cavalancia, leave my thick hair to Mr. Schrock. I, Frank Kerin, leave to join Mickey. I, Dolores Palesky, leave. I, Betty Harvey, leave. We hereby nominate and appoint the class of 1950 as sole executors of this our last will and testament.

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CVM. MA!! We, the graduating class of the Trafford High School, for the year 1949, being of sound mind and good judgment, do hereby make, execute, publish and declare this our last will and testa- ment, in manner following, and do individually and collectively, any and all former promises made without due deliberation or careful consid- eration. First, To Our Parents, who have made school life possible, we bequeath our life-long love and devotion. VVe realize that it has not always been an easy matter to keep us in school. Our parents. have denied themselves pleasures and often necessities of life in order that we might have educational advantages. We bequeath to our beloved parents our most sincere thanks for their timely assistance in times of trouble and distress, even though they did not always have the correct solutions to the problems in math. Second, To Our Faithful Teachers, we bequeath our heartfelt thanks for their patient guiding hands even though they were laid on a trifle heavy at times. No doubt, there have been times when they felt the results were not worth the effort and sometimes they may have even suspi- cioned that certain members of the class would never be able to make their grades. We owe much of our educational progress to their untir- ing efforts. Perhaps we have often been thought- less and careless, but in the years to come we will appreciate their efforts more and more. Third, To Our Kind Hearted Principal, we be- queath also our many thanks for his keen fore- sight and strength that enabled him to keep us close to the line even though we were wilfull and contrary at times. We bequeath him the plea- sure of guiding other classes safely through the school course to honorable graduation. Fourth, To The Honorable School Board, we be- queath best wishes and praise. They have given unstintingly of their time and judgment, and we honor them for their wisdom and splendid man- agement of the school affairs and trust they will feel that their efforts have not been all in vain. And individually we make the following re- quests: I, Richard Aglietti leave my ability to get up so early in the morning to Jean Capets. I, Paul Artman, leave my sarcastic laugh to Wanda Lenart. I, Tom Babeo, leave my craze for arguing to Ralph Watts. I, Irene Banasik, leave my alleged fear of boys to Annamae Nabuda. I, Earl Bowden, leave my forwardness with the girls to Clyde Minnis. I, Leo Gorman, leave my height to Jimmy Delia. I, Eleanor Mayhan, leave my scholastic pro- ficiency to Bertha Lawrence. I, David Paul, otherwise known as Side- burns Paolav leave my unshaven face to Baby Face Siegelf, I, Joe Petrina, leave my thriving bakery to Bobby Mikan. I, Helen Hauth, leave my quietness to Mr. Faulk. I, Bill Minkle, leave my chronic ailments to Florence Sanders. I, Mildred Bantovich, leave to put my swing on Frank Kerinis back porch. I, Bill, Nature Boyv Varsafsky, leave for the woods. I, Mae Snyder, leave my tight fitting basket- ball uniform to Angie Canillo. A I, Harry Mahr, leave my sandwich to Nor- man Mcindoe for next year. I, Wayne Holsinger, leave my baby face to Donald Mendicina. I, Pauline Horanic, leave to chase Rico.

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omior .J474f5f0l g As our class approached the huge, ominous building looming before us our group wondered just what lay ahead of us. We were entering the massive portals known as Trafford High School where we have been sentenced to four years of hard labor for repeated mental cruelty to the faculty, for the last eight years. We shuf- fled into the Building and were appointed to two different cells . . . Mr. Kenyon was head guard of one cell and Mr. Cibulas of the other. We elect- ed a committee to represent us. Robert fdonit spell my name with the ic? Marshalic was our president and there were also three other officers whom we seem to have lost record of. We had quite a bit of fun that year at our class parties and our two cell keepers helped us tremendously. Jane Drost and Violet Olinzock were chosen as Freshmen attendants. Betty Zigarovich and F lo- rence Pogue were our cheerleaders. Next year after having been paroled for three months we landed back in the abuildingi' with a higher status and were known as Sopho- mores. Mr. Faulk, the new head warden, had been appointed in our absence and now welcom- ed us at the door. Filing through the familiar halls we realized how much we dreaded to be back. Having been briefed on our discipline rules we elected Margie Lawrence as our presi- dent, Iohn Scales, vice-president, Florence Pogue, secretary, and Joe DiCesare as our honest treasurer. Our class contributed many boys to the prisonis basketball and football teams and the Sophomore girls nearly dethroned the mighty Seniors in the interclass basketball games. We chose two lovely May Queen attendants, Betty Zigarovich, and Florence Pogue, to grace the royal court. Mr. Lloyd and Mrs. Buehner helped our class so much that we were granted another parole for good behavior. That summer found us enjoying our freedom outside the building We began our third year of the sentence in Sep- tember as Juniors. We elected to the important job of leading us through the new year, Iohn Scales as President, Iames Leffler, vice-presi- dent, Amelina Buffo, secretary and Josephine Gynkar as treasurer. Our Iunior football play- ers, Scubby Cavalancia, Lefty Leffler, Eddie Er- win, Lou Bucar, Muggs Marshalic, Stush Ban- asic, Don Todaro, Bob Mikan and Bill Fitz- simmons helped the team to win many games. The Junior-Senior class party finally came off and everyone had a good time. Basketball sea- son arrived and to the Boys, Varsity, coached by Mr. Trembath, was added the services of james Leffler, john Scales, Paul Bucar, Scubby Cava- lancia and Billy Snopko. The Junior girls on the Girls' Varsity were Margie and Bertha Lawrence, Jean Capets, Florence Pogue and Irene Lovre. Gerry Gracian was the Junior manager. Both teams had a fine season. The Iunior boys inter- class teamis games with the Seniors and their upset by the Sophomores kept the crowd on the edge of their seats until the final whistle. The boys ended up in a tie with the Seniors and went down to defeat by one point in the playoff. The interclass girls were defeated by the Sophomores and Seniors and decided to hang up their basketball togs and call it a season. After basketball season the Iuniors produced a great play, Crazy Housefi Florence Sanders and Lois Smith were Iunior attendants to the lovely May Queen, Gloria Grande. Dolores Gel- lich, Mary Ann Beck, and Jean Capets were gyp- sies watching for the beacon on the Brocken. To help finance the big event of the year, the Junior and Senior prom, we sponsored bake sales and dances to raise money, and finally the big day arrived. The gym was decorated as a Silver Bally. We danced to the music of Tommy Car- lyn. It stopped raining one day through the last week of school for the junior picnic at Bushy Bun. The students amused themselves playing softball, badminton, and croquet. Some just sprawled out on the ground and rested while other brave pioneers set out to explore the sur- rounding territory. Sage and Dettle uncovered an abandoned mine and an unopened coke bottle which they had bought at an Indian village fthey saidj. By the time Robbie got a fire started every- one was starved and made short work of the hot dogs and the tub of lemon blend. Everyone had a good time and came home sunburned and still curious about Sageis wigwams. The year had come to an end and now we look forward to being the Seniors of 1950.