Union High School - Utopian Yearbook (New Castle, PA)

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CLASS HISTORY Hurrah! Vote for Hoover! We want Roosevelt! What is this, an election campaign? Yes, in 1931 an election did take place, but in that same year another great event occurred, one that was more important to a certain one-hundred and sixty children. This was the time when we started in our first year of school. What a gala event. Little boys dressed in short pants and girls in short dresses of pique, organdy, and swiss, running around yelling, We want Roose- velt,', or We want Hoover, but who did not even know Why they were yelling, merely because they had heard an older person say something in favor of Roosevelt and against Hoover or vice- versa. Finally, after the atmosphere had calmed a little, we started our daily school routine. At this time we made our first ink-specimens, presented our first plays under the supervision of the teacher and the watchful eyes of our doting mothers, had fifteen minute recesses, and a period on every Friday to do a bit of house-cleaning. But this did not last long and soon after eight studious years of biting the ends of our pen- cils, striving for high averages, especially in the eighth grade county tests, we became full- fledged freshmen. From Union, Mahoning, and Pulaski Townships and Edenburg Independent, we, one-hundred and sixty strong, formed the freshman class of 1939, one of the largest fresh- man classes ever to be known in the history of Union Township, but we were not an exceptional class and soon acquired the well-known adjective green . In order to house our large group, the study hall and the library became our homerooms, under the guidance of Miss Cloak, Miss McGraw, and Mr. Keppen. Immediately a class meeting was held to elect officers. Marie Wheaton became our president, Dahl Zedaker, Vice-president, Jean Anne Covert, secretary, and Guy Bailey, treasurer. During this year we had several candy sales and skating parties to become financially prepared to start our sophomore year. We entered our tenth year with high thoughts of choosing our class rings, colors, and flower. At a class meeting in the early part of the year, the class decided on the American Beauty for the flower and red and white for the colors. What's this'?? The tantalizing aroma of chocolate fudge, seafoam, and peanut brittle? It's only the sophomores. sponsoring a candy sale, one of the many ways in which we increased our financial status. Class rings were chosen and all were patiently waiting for their junior year when they would receive them. Under the brilliant administration of Joe Annarella, president, Andrew Korby, vice-president, Betty Dun- can, secretary, Geraldine List, treasurer, and Miss McGraw and Mrs. Frew, advisors, we com- pleted our tenth year and entered the eleventh. In the beginning of our junior year the regular meeting for electing officers was held, the ballots were cast and the Votes tallied, revealing Geraldine List, president, Guy Bailey, vice-president, Frances Masters, secretary, and Sam Bridwell, treasurer. Filing into the home rooms of Mr. Salsbury, 210, Mr. McGrew, and Mr. Thompson, 207, We juniors immediately began discussions on the payment of dues and other means for making money in order to sponsor a Junior-Senior Prom, one with such splendor never before seen in the auditorium of the school. The members of our class rendered their services to the annual, plays, Radio Varieties. Min- strel, band, chorus, orchestra, and to various clubs. A few conducted columns in the U-Hi-News and some of our fellow classmates were appointed to the Utopian staff. Others displayed their Atlas physique by being on the football and basketball teams. Our Senior year began with the election of class officers: president, the over-faithful Jib- bersi' Annarella, vice-president, the confident Gerry List, Secretary, the efficient Fran- nie Masters, and treasurer, the reliable Kaggy Hoover. Amid the selection of name cards, announcements, and having our pictures taken, we enlarged our treasury to pay for the Utop- ian by a door-to-door Christmas card campaign. We did not want to become dramatists, but on November 12 and 13, 1942, we presented a mystery farce by Fred Caldwell, Aunt Susie Shoots the Works, which was a great success. Due to the world conditions and much to our dis- appointment, we not only lost two of our beloved faculty members but also several of our class- mates, but we gained a new advisor who has been a great deal of help to us during our final yecr of school. Smiling faces from square frames and small white oblong cards with black and gold print soon appeared in the halls, indicating that we had received our class pictures and our name cards. Then the final test-the semester exams. Many a head was crammed with un- familiar history, algebra, shorthand, and English the night before. Xu over an antecedent equals General Sherman was a frequent phrase during these trying days. fContinued on Page 535

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CLASS KNOCKER Believe me, it really does my old heart good to be able to tell you folks what I think of these kids. Naturally, after being associated with them for these four long years, I have really become well acquainted with most of them, and I have arrived at the conclusion that they de- finitely are not the little angels that Mammy and Pappy think they are. And here in these few short pages I shall give you my honest opinion of what I know them to be. I see that Joe Annarella, our class president, is first on my list. All that I can say about him is that someday he is going to have to do one of those double flips of his unless he watches himself. Marie Wheaton never says much, but you can get out your blue chips when she starts chirpin. Mary Catherine Green- Our Silk Stocking Queen. Without the usual Junk Jewelry that we're accustomed to see Rose Marie Callahan wear- ing, she wouldn't look natural. I just never found out what Joe Hay was good for. Naomi Mauney and Beula Hallman spent so much of their time chasing after New Castle High's football star they never became very accomplished in school. Jeanne Covert thinks that she is smooth, but I still contend that all blondes are dizzy. Stanley Wojtowicz is always telling us of the big fish he catches, but no one has ev-er seen any of them. I, along with many, don't believe him. Emma Jane Davis and Marietta Swietzer certainly won't advance far beyond Union's Cafe- teria unless they learn to serve cake without having to chip charcoal off it, or to bake a pie in less time than a week. It was sure tough on Vincent Galano when they started to ration gas. A gallon and a half a week won't take him to New Bedford every night. The reason that everyone likes Norma Rodgers is because there is lots of her. It looks to me as though Doris Phillips is destined to become an old maid. Come, fellows, what is the matter? Wouldn't it be wonderful if Walter Ames would come out of the fog with a clean-shaven face for commencement. Dale McClenah'an, Union's Don Juan, believes in the old saying, Love them all, but never let one worry you. That's okay, Dale. Just don't forget it. Tony Fiello wants to be a politiciang with that mouth he can't fail. Betty Clark might become more of a success as a secretary if she would change her Charming Ways and Pleasing Smile. ' l l Harry Gostyla continually disgusts us by falling in love with underclassmen. I guess they are the only ones that will swallow his line. Irene Zombeck, Betty Shoaff, Virginia White, and Bertha Plonka are the quiet type of seniors. Oh well, they say silence is golden or something. Who says Anna Ilich and Helen Czuba don't get around? Every Tuesday night you'l.l find them at White Oaks. Our most bashful Senior, Frank Telesz, has no call to be, for he really proved himself worthy on the basketball floor. Nice going Frankie. The fellows never seemed to notice Betty Duncan much, so she decided to go out after them. And that was the end of one '41 Hudson. Betty Baird and Twila Morris don't fit well into the newest women's fashion. They lock too lumpy in slacks. Hats off to Ruth Minteer and Helen Saletra, our most capable baton twirlers. Oh, and how they can strut. If you are ever looking for Harold Clark you'l1 find him at the J.B. or in Edenburg. Bob Cifra is patterning his life after both Bing Crosby and Frankie Sinkwich. But take my word for it, he will never take the place of either of them. The boys from Union didn't suit Bette Hoagland and Roberta Sample, so they hooked them- selves outsiders. Don Goske and Robert Ames are the intellectual type of Seniors, but I wonder if it does them any good. Andy Korby claims to be a scientific farmer. Thatis not the name I have for it. Now I would like to take a few lines to honor the Senior boys in the service of our country. Jack Garbett, Sam Bridwell, I-Iobert Riggs, and Dale Bittinger all serving in the United States Navy. Keep up the good work fellows, we're behind you and we're proud of you.