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

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CLASS KNOCKER If you speak to Bud Byler and he doesn't answer, it isn't because he can't hear well. He's Htwitterpatedf' Joe Jendrysik thinks he's quite a celebrity. They named the song, Little Curly Hair In A High Chair after him. I think that if Art Lockwood was as devoted to his schoolwork as he is to his rattle-trap of a car, he would have been an honor student. Jack Pattison wished Anne Bailik and Lauretha Cameron didn't work in the Cafeteria. The stuff they cook, and they have the nerve to call it food, gives the teacnefs indigestion, and Jack gets kicked out of History class. Well, look who's next, that handsome, curly-headed, sax-tooting, basketball player, Benny BOCZar. Maybe if he would get some of those curly locks cut off, he could see better to play basketball and they wouldn't get tangled in his Sax, to speak nothing of improving his looks. Bill Bees has perfected his line to the point where it only took him a week to get back into Geometry class. ' Alice Witkowski is so quiet I can't find any fault With her. Marian Coiro won't have anything to do with men. I think that she should join a Ladies Aid Society. Marian Scott is Union's Sweater Girl. Weil, they Say, All good things C0in9 in Small packages. Wow! Kathryn Fisher and Mary Gigligtti always manage to track more than their share of mud into school. That's what it is to live out in the stiCkS- I want to warn you girls if it isn't already too late. Jack Clark's middle name is wolf. Dorothy Paulini is the dreamer of our claSS- Always dreaming Of Ed- Joe Veronesi claims to be an artist. I think he W0Uld find ni0P6 SUCCESS Painting b21TnS than portraits. Gerry List can't find time for any of the fell0WS f1'0n1 Union. Bob 'Cak6S it all. Dorothy Snyder, like Vera Vague, has yet t0 find l161'Self 9- boyfriend- Betty Spellick and Kathryn Hryoyk have found a place in the War Effort. Farm pro- ducts will be needed badly next Fall. George Williams seems bashful and meek, but that's not true according to some of the tales that I hear. I wish someone would tell Frank Marzio about that W01'ideFful new invention, the comb. Eugene Money Bags Hoover seems to get a big kick out of being an Aircraft Observer? I wonder why? Dorothy Montgomery seems popular with all of the fellows. Personally, I can't see it. I believe that Georgia Booek is right in line for success. She really can work that squeeze- box. Helen Mae Latimer carries her artistic ability, she thinks, even to the extreme of using too much Vermillion in her make up. When Frances Masters takes the announcements around to the rooms, classes are disrupt- ed for a too lengthy period of time. Well, I can easily see why. History class was never the same when Edith Kirsch wasn't there with some of her screwy remarks. Don't feel unhappy or disheartened because of my quips and comments of my classmates, for, after all, It's just one man's opinion. . DAHL ZEDAKER

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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.

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CLASS PROPHECY As the rain pounded wildly on the windows, the flames rising in the fireplace made cur- ious patterns, and I fell to reminiscing. Reaching for my diary, I began to read entries made in 1963. JUNE 1, 1963 The Weather was especially nice today, as I started my trip across country. I stopped long enough in Youngstown to buy a few necessities, and entering the store I heard the high pitch- ed tones of a well-known voice. Crossing the store, I found Marietta Swietzer serving cokes We had a long chat and I learned that Gerry List and Bob Unangst were married, and had established their homestead in Edenburg, Pennsylvania. JUNE 2, 1963 Dear Diary-I arrived in Cleveland this morning and spent the day on the beach and ir. the city on a sightseeing bus. While on the bus, I observed a J. W. Pattison Dairy Store, and upon questioning a girl beside me, was informed that Jack Pattison had founded Dairy Stores all over Ohio and Illinois, somewhat like Isaly's stores back in the 1940's. Also on the bus, the driver was explaining points of interest, and called attention to the Ilich and Morris Cafe- teria as the finest food in the city. JUNE 3, 1963 As I sped along the great middlewestern highways this P. M., I turned on the radio to hear the melodious tones of Bob Cifra's voice Heating over the air waves. I couldnit help but laugh, remembering the times we had to suffer in the Art Room when he'd begin to croon. JUNE 4, 1963 Greetings Diary--A terrific storm broke last night and after one look at my mud-covered car, I thought I'd better have it washed. I selected the Alick-Wojtowicz's One-Stop- Station. Since I had to put in time while my car was getting washed, I scurried to the Post Office to buy some post cards and stamps. At the door was Guy Bailey acting as recruiting officer for the U. S. Navy. JUNE 5, 1963 Today I traveled to Toledo, and with the mercury hovering around 100, I sought relief in an air-conditioned theater. To my astonishment, I heard my name mentioned, and turning, saw Emma Jane Davis and Herman Byler now Mr. and Mrs. JUNE 6, 1963 I Hello Diary-When I was entering Chicago, I heard an extra being announced on the street. Buying a paper, I discovered several familiar names on the staff-Donald Goske-Ed- itor, Joe Annarella-Printer, Dahl Zedaker-Sport's Editor. The extra concerned a baseball tournament being conducted for girls. There was a very colorful write-up pertaining to Marie Wheaton and Ward Mowry, co-managers of the winning team. JUNE 7, 1963 My Dear Diary-What a day. Everything went wrong! I became involved in an auto- mobile accident. All I could remember until I arrived at the hospital was an acute pain in one leg, and a reckless ride with sirens screaming from the scene of the accident to the hospital. Later, I found that Jack Clark had driven the ambulance with Art Lockwood as his assistant. The Doctor assigned to my case was Andy Korby. He determined the extent of my injury and immediately ordered preparations for an operation. Betty Hoagland prepared me for it, and explained that she was director of all nurses, and Anne Bailik, chief dietician. I was rather terrified by this time, but even more so when I was wheeled into the operating room and discovered Edith Kirsch and Betty Duncan as Andy's Assistants. They both seemed pleased to see me, but I wasn't very when I heard they were to assist with the operation. Not that I questioned their ability, but-by this time Betty had me out of the World and all my fears were replaced with cheerful dreams. JUNE 11, 1963 I felt much better today, and started to enjoy seeing the old gang. Edith's still single but hunting, and Betty's still casting sweet glances in Frankie Telesz's direction. I was sur- prised to hear he was in charge of Ann Arbor University. fContinued on Page 563