Venango Christian High School - Saga Yearbook (Oil City, PA)

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It’s a good bet, he thought, that as soon as Milt finds out that he's being shadowed again, he'll buy this fellow off too. About a week later, he checked into his office late one morning, and found that his desk held several letters. He shuffled through them absently, and smiled as he came to one from Texas—a sizeable check. He hap- pened to drop a small one from his hand, and his dark face took on a puzzled scowl as he impatiently tore open the envelope, and then a queer sickly pallor bleached his face as he read the enclosed di- rective. He was being subpoenaed before a federal court in Austin to act as witness for the government against Milton Hayes. An accom- panying note informed him that in a lower court trial he was named a partner in conspiracy, and that criminal proceedings were about to be initiated against him. When he first heard about the expose, he was stricken with lethal panic, and it was only after he had become extremely drunk and had been dredged out and driven home by a pitying policeman that he had enough control of himself to weigh the alternatives. Sincere soul- searching, the first he had done since the episode began, led him to the obvious conclusion. His best course was to admit his guilt, re- sign, and accept the debt he had earned. When he found courage enough to tell Mara, he emerged from his study and entered the par- lor where she was watching tele- vision. Mara, there's something of im- portance I must discuss with you. Just a minute, darling; this is the first showing of the new fall styles from Paris. He sat patiently through the fashion show. It would be inhuman to begrudge her the last snobbish foible she would ever enjoy. When she was at last ready to listen, Sol recounted all the facts of his relationship with Hayes, dating back to the college days, even up to that very day. He told her of his deci- sion to leave the public eye and await the fall of the axe. He waited for her to make some expression of feeling. When it did not come, he looked at her and studied her face closely. She was looking about the room, at the home purchased by the lucre of betrayal. She rose, and walked around, fingering the price- less knicknacks that decorated the marble mantel. Then she sat back down, a faraway glaze over her eyes. Sol had turned around, facing the wall, when he heard the scream grate against his ears, heard the sobs, heard the door slam behind him, heard her incessant yelling: Get out! Get out! Get out! The body of the Undersecretary of Agriculture was found in the Poto- mac about 5:30. The Washington Post carried headlines remote and impotent: SOL COHEN NAMED IN COTTON FRAUD. SOCIAL SECURITY (Cont. from p. 6) Finally, check your list of the Six Steps to Social Success. Have you: 1. Checked your budget and remembered to stay within its limit? 2. Stocked plenty of food on hand to feed the hungry crew? 3- Remem- bered to go over your guest list? You don't want to leave anyone out. 4. Set a time limit on your party? Most of your guests will have a cur- few. Get the parents' permission before they come. It's safer. 5. Spoken at least once to every guest? 6. Organized the cleanup committee? It was your party, not your mother's. Don't wait for a special occasion to have a party. Any time is a good time. Why not give one soon? EITHER, OR (Cont. from p. 3) Senior Dan Callahan, editor of our school paper insists, Extra- curricular activities are essential in any student's life. If a person has any objectives at all, he would find it necessary to probe his abilities by employing them in some school activity. John McNerney said though, School demands enough of a per- son without increasing your prob- lems with additional concerns. All in all, one student seemed to find the words to sum up the at- titude of the whole school. Karen Blumensaadt, a junior, stated: Ac- tivities are beneficial in various ways, both during your high school years and after you have graduated. They are helpful educationally, be- cause you widen your scope of learning, and socially it is advan- tageous because you come in con- tact with so many people. Autumn By LOIS HILL Autumn is a snow-flakey Greeting, A game, A last barbecue meeting. It's a moment Of sun. Ere winter should come In the madness Of summertime's fleeting. Autumn's a world full Of pleasin', For Somewhere the breeze is A' breezin'. It's coughs and a sneeze That get goshes and gees A fabulously fabulous season Autumn is the father Of football, Leaves that go sprawling And then fall. It's the loudest cheer, The best of the year, The good times That memories recall. Autumn is the hunter Who got im, A ghost with a child On the bottom. And mild Or bitter, It's gone in a flitter. And that, In a word, Is the Autumn.

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urgent message from his old friend from Austin. He recalled the friv- olous days at the Citadel, their alma mater, and a smile crossed his dark face briefly as he remem- bered their scores of good times. Milton had inhered his father’s small ranch and had scrapped the pittance of a cattle herd in favor of cotton production. His good bus- iness sense and political pull had increased his income until he was a state baron in almost all fields. Milt’s message was vague, his voice was strained practically to the point of being frantic. In all his forty-five years, Sol had never known him to sound so anxious. He told him he was in the middle of ffa squeeze too damn big for me, Sol.” His mind asked him why Mr. Big himself would consider coming to a figurehead like himself, a taken-for-granted nobody. Sol twitched uncomfortably in his plush chair and barely heard his wife tittering gaily in the back- ground. He sat deeply immersed in his own shortcomings, balefully brought to light that morning in the Committee room, and the insistent voice of one of his own, his friend, saying, I need help, Sol; God knows I need your help.” After bidding goodnight to their guests, they began the drive home through the darkness of southern January. He loosened his tie and opened his dinner jacket and was about to turn on the radio for a soothing interlude when she said, You certainly were the model of interest and cordiality this evening, Mister Secretary.” He thought, this perpetual game of chase-the-VIP must stop; if it goes much further, I’ll lose my mind. It’s always smile for this nice Demo- cratic Senator, Sol, or sit up and beg for this rich, powerful cabinet member, Sol, or kneel down and— Shut up, Mara,” he thundered. She sat, stunned, and watched through misty eyes her husband’s hands shake on the wheel. The following morning he finished the few routine papers delegated to him, and prepared to go to meet Milton Hayes for lunch. He walked the brisk few blocks to a comfort- able downtown restaurant and seated himself at his favorite table, waiting tensely for his friend to arrive. He was not long in coming, and they exchanged vigorous cordiali- ties before ordering. Hayes was pale, wan, tired, bag under each eye, a far cry from the bombastic, red-faced tycoon he was reputed to be. Let me tell you the whole mess, Sol, and then tell me what you can do.” His story unfolded, like a great circus tent thought Sol, which is the picture of splendor from a distance, but which shows many signs of wear when inspected closely. He talked as a man talks to his last hope; dejected, weary, soaked in a humble quality of plead- ing. Before he was finished, the Undersecretary knew what the man had done, how he had erred. This type of case was familiar to the national agricultural expert. But he could not have forseen the web of implications that would mark his part in the sin of Milton Hayes. His old friend from the home state was a marked man, marked by the machinations of Sol’s own department. He was one of a half- dozen men the government was rounding up for fraud in their report- ing of nonused cotton acreage. All of them had received price supports for cotton never grown, never sold. Milt brokenly told Sol he was in- volved to the amount of $450,000. He was hopelessly entangled, and an educated guess told Sol that the man would suffer the liquidation of practically all his assets in fines once the truth were known. Within a few days, the Senate Committee would subpoena the records from Sol's own office that would convict Hayes of a great swindle. The hag- gard, heavy face and deep southern accent pleaded, Can’t you do something; tell me something I can do to get out,” but the look in his eyes told Sol what he really wanted was the kind of under-the-table help that he had bought all his life. His shifting, bleary eyes asked the question his spirit could not: Will you see that no one sees those records? Will you help a friend, and will you make yourself happy at the same time?” Let’s skip the small talk, Milt,” he said; What you really want is those records destroyed, right?” Sol was surprised to hear Hayes’ voice shoot out a sharp retort, Can’t you see it’s the only way for me? What are you made of? Don’t you have any feelings at all?” He checked his tone, and went on slowly to describe the social free- dom that he could enjoy, the se- curity that he could expect. He makes it sound so easy, thought Sol, just as if government graft and crookeu politics were as typically American as motherhood and base- ball. Flashing to the front of his thoughts was the liberty from his wife’s insistent nagging, his kiss- ing every pair of imperial feet in the District. You're asking a hell of a lot, Milt. I can’t come to any decision today; it’s not just a slip- shod deal I can wink off in a min- ute.” Sol stood to leave and mum- bled over his shoulder, I’ll let you know tomorrow.” The next morning, Wednesday, January 19, Sol Cohen walked through the door bestowed on him by trusting American people, took the damning evidence of corruption from his personal file, closed his office door, and reduced the papers marked COTTON ACREAGE-NORTH TEXAS to ashes. When the Senate Committee sub- poenaed the records from the Cler- ical Affairs office, they were sur- prised that they were not to be had. Although they had no use for Sol Cohen’s ideas, they respected him for his faultless organization and impeccable custody of his job. Sol delivered an appropriate lecture to his staff on the importance of proper filing methods, and about two weeks later he began to receive unmarked envelopes postmarked Austin, Tex- as. At the same time, he found that innumerable doors in Washington society began to open for the first time to him. He noticed that even those places that had shunned him because of his religion before were now happy to boast of the patronage of our honorable Undersecretary, Mr. Cohen.” On a mild summer day some six months later, Sol was sitting in his office when his secretary ushered in a casual friend from the Justice Department. They sat and talked about petty things until the fellow mentioned that his pending mission was in Texas to gather conclusive evidence on that damn Hayes, you remember, the one we almost pinned on fraud charges last winter. Well, we’ve got him nearly wrapped up now. Just the formality of getting' a few extra witnesses.” 14

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V Believe It Or Not Traffic had to move 534,586 m.p.h. so that Venango's 6,000 Dedication Day visitors could inspect the entire school during the two-hour period allotted them. Each member of the student body, as well as each teacher, has over 2,355 cubic feet of elbow room in the 1,100,000 ft. structure. Every day your bus driver trans- ports 176.8 students. Shoe leather suffers to the tune of 250 steps every time a student walks from one end of the lower hall to the other. Archbishop John Mark Gannon donated almost 12% of the total cost of Venango Christian. Every member of the cafeteria staff is responsible for preparing 42.7 lunches daily. Student Council members each represent 27.7 students. Nearly 81% of the school's prop- erty is landscape area. There are 24.5 pupils to every full-time teacher at VCHS. At general assemblies, students require only 46.7% of the seating space. The four labs collectively meas- ure 304 ft., or approximately 60.2% of the entire length of the school. Each member of the school board represents 36 students. If all extra-curricular meetings were held on one night, each ac- tivity could be attended by 31.6 students. And believe it or not, plans for the further expansion of Venango Christian High School are already being considered. INDEX Dedication.....................16 Editorial...................... 9 Fiction.....................7, 13 Hobbies........................ 7 Humor..........................10 Interview...................... 9 Party Pointers................. 6 Personalities.................. 8 Poetry.........................15 Roving Reporter................ 3 Sophomores.....................10 Sports......................... 4 Student Government............. 2 16