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

Text from Pages 1 - 92 of the 1965 volume:

R GAtjjve VENANGO CHRISTIAN HIGH SCHOOL “Let the word go forth that the torch has been passed to a new generation of Americans. VOL. 111. NO. 1 FALL, 1964 THE BARQUE QUARTERLY PUBLICATION OF VENANGO CHRISTIAN HIGH SCHOOL 1505 W. First St.Tel. 64-61264 OIL CITY, PENNSYLVANIA Editor-in-Chief.... Executive Editor.. Managing Editor.... Layout Editor...... Sports Editor ..... Photogrophy........ Art Editor......... Exchange Editor ... Circulation Manager Production Editors . Reporters ......... Dan Goodman .........................Frank Shiolabba ..........................Nancy Petullo ...........................Diane WiI son ........................Patrick Fletcher .........................Ted Szalewicz ....................... Rosemary Coyne ........................Donna Fedorek ........................ Pamela Eckert Christine Goreczny, Jeon Lauer ........... Patricio Skiba, Ann Tipping, Mary Breene, Debora Lee, Karen Callahan, Rhea Ann Stevenson, Marcia Postrick, Christine Guyton, Pamela Echert, Rosemary Coyne, Marta Savage, Diane Wilson, Constance Logue, Mary Stone, Christine Cart- wright, Joanne Johnson, Ronald De Lucia, Charles Jetter, John Stroub, Potrick Cihon, Joseph Wnuk, Ted Szal- ewicz, Carol Moran, Veronica Ruby, Kathleen Rice, Carol English, Emily Sustak, Carol Kocan, Diana Czlonka, Jeanne Mohaffey, Bonita Burns, Tom Yochim, Richard Carone, Patrick Flet- cher, Philip Wydro, Joseph Wolkowski, Elisabeth Worcholic, Joyce Crill , Deborah Xander, Carolyn Thureou, Mar- garet Burns, Mary Ann Mortimer, Con- stance Nowak, Roberta Lesco, Carol Reichert, Loretta Siebert, Frank Shio- labba, Michael Yeager, Nancy Petulla, Thomas Carone, William Edwards. Headmaster Advisors Rev. L.J. Antoun Sister Mary Peter, O.S.B. 2 Mr. Richard Cavanaugh Printed by: VOYAGER PRESS Master Printer: Dan Goodman Journeyman Printers: Steve Sestrich, William Ed- wards Apprentice Printers: Louis Karg, James Hibbard, Joe Morgan, Thomas Proper, Chorles Bechtel, Larry Kis- singer Paper Cutting: Joseph Smith, Raymond Taft Sorting: Thomas Morkin Pocking ond Distributing: Robert Reardon, Connie Nowak, Ted Szalewicz, Joseph Novicki, Walter Moran, Carolyn Thureau, Betty Worcholic, Marcia Postrick, Mary Ellen Brug- eman, Chris Guyton Bookkeeping: Anthony Schill Voritypists: Christine Gureczny, Jean Lauer, Karen Gressley, PamelaGuyton Apprentice Voritypists:Linda Moran, Coletta Neid- ech, Thomas McGreevy COVER STORY Homecoming Queen Pom Guyton reigns over a 4-3 season and the 19-0 blank out of our rival Saint Michael's, Greenville on October 3. Co- captains Ozzie Mizwa and George Nalepa do the honors. How many times have you heard these words? Seldom in the halls of Ven- ango Christian, that’s for sure. When the class bell rings, it takes all of the three minutes’ time for the sisters and priests to cross the hall from one room to another. If one were to stand back and observe, he would see approximately one out of every twenty students step back to let a faculty member pass. Lunch would be more complete if we could stand aside and let the teach- er pass through our lines instead of making them battle their way through. I wonder if we couldn’t start proving we are real Christian students by carrying away the trays for the teachers after they have eaten. It would be a sight for sore eyes. My Life is Your Life by Diane Did you ever notice how This Guy’s life is based on That Guy's opinions? I sometimes wonder if any other generation practiced this theo- ry. According to my parents, such a notion is completely absurd and “Good heavens, what will this world come to!” Maybe they're right. On the bus one morning, I over- heard Jane whispering frantically, ”Oh, Mindy, what can I do? Ralph likes me! He kept calling me all week-end. Well, yes, I guess I like... no, don't you dare breathe a word! You heard what Carol said just yes- terday, and if she disapproves, the whole gang will think I'm out of it.” The next night, 1 was going from house to house collecting signatures on a petition so that Jane could like Ralph without harming her reputa- tion. At Peg’s house, I walked in on an argument: Peg versus Peg’s mot- her... Mother! I can’t wear this dress to the dance! It’s last year’s style! Absolutely no one wears this color anymore. Why, everyone will say I'm out of it”...l crept back down the stairs. I just couldn't bear to tell her my dress was going to be the same color. Furthermore, I could not stand the thought of initiating one more petition. Wilson BUT, I HAVE my problems, too. My mother insisted on setting my hair for me last night, and I’ll swear she must have lived in the Middle Ages! You have never, in your entire life, seen anything like it. I know all about parental authority, etc., but when she told me to go to the show looking like that, I refused. It’s a matter of self-honor and re- spect. I met the kids at the theatre for the second movie after resetting my hair. An arm shot out from the drapes and grabbed me as I slipped in the side entrance. Bertha! Quick, it's me! I had to come with the family tonight, but I sneaked a- way. I can’t walk in there with ten little brats and two big ones. If I did that, I’d really be out of it”... Oh, by the way. did you hear that Carol likes Ralph now? She took a three week course called How To Play Chess In Fifty-Two Lessons.” It didn’t take her long to wrap the National Chess Champion around her little finger. I THINK THIS theory is what used to be called keeping up with the Jones’.” It’s a frantic life with no- thing gained, but with much lost. Look at Jane: she lost Ralph. ROOTED b Dwight McGinnis Stands lonely, the tree in the corner of the meadow not so much unlike the love of a boy and a girl. Like the trunk of the mighty tree, love is unconquerable only to those who have known it not. Some think: Who can hurt love, who can cut it down, who can destroy such a beautiful creation. But they, on whom love bestows its existence, know that in each of them are the insects of hate and envy which can fell the strongest of passions. Love branches into inummerable trials and pains that. like the ever-growing tree, offer these and many more tribulations to heaven Praying for the quiet rain of understanding. All too many times the axe of merciless rumors cuts down the tree of love leaving splintered hearts to lay motionless in the brambles and busha of a world made cruel by the sins of men. Some still escape this dreadful fate because like the roots of the tree they are firmly planted in the earth; the roots of true love are planted in God. And to those who are afraid to love there are still secluded forests of bliss where love can bloom in all its beauty and bear witness to God. Latest Reports About You and Me! Photos by Ted Szalewicz Sister Virginio: English Father Murray: Religion, Readingj English Mr, Cavanaugh: Religion, Latin, English, Reading Every year brings new resolutions, new students, and most impor- tant, new faculty members. In order for the student and teacher to be- come better acquainted, The Barque has attempted to lind out their first impressions and attitudes toward the school. We approached them with this question: WHAT DO YOU LIKE BEST ABOUT YOUR NEW TEACH- ING ASSIGNMENTS? SISTER MARY MICHAEL, familiar with the Oil City area says, It’s nice to be back with all of the nice students, especially to find many of the juniors and seniors I know. I thought that they had already graduated.” SISTER JANET explained, I like the students best of all; the students are a wonderful group.” then smiled after being handed a lost purse, but they are constantly losing things.” FATHER MURRAY, whose appointment to Venango is his first teaching experience is intent on, trying to accept the challenge of bringing Christ to the student and helping them to develop a full per- sonality.” MR. CAVANAUGH, on the other hand, likes the good sense of discipline in this school.” The opportunity to have a part in the education of young people, to help them realize the effect that Christ may have in their lives, and,” FATHER KREBS added, to bring the real Christ into their lives.” SISTER MARY LOURDES expressed, the thrill of the wonderful advantages of a new school. The building is so well equipped; every facility is here to make teaching easier.” SISTER TERESITA says the thing she likes best is the effort to give the student a great deal of freedom; 1 have especially noticed this at lunch time.” This is the first time in many years 1 have had mixed classes,” explained SISTER VIRGINIA. But the first question posed another one: HOW DO THE STUDENT BODIES OF PREVIOUS SCHOOLS COMPARE WITH OUR STUDENT BODY? This school is about one-third the size of the school 1 taught in last year. Venango is about four times as big as Saint Gregory’s North East, where I taught recently,” SISTER MARY MICHAEL said. SISTER JANET hates to compare schools because she says VCHS is different than schools in big cities. But she did say that there is no one like the people in Oil City, they are so friendly.” FATHER MURRAY thinks we have a good group of students here who are typical teenagers with the usual ups” and downs”. The students here are a little more eager to learn than the ones I have been in contact with before,” stated MR. CAVANAUGH. AN INTERVIEW WITH NEW FACULTY MEMBERS by Nancy Petulla It is difficult to make an exact statement,” SISTER VIRGINIA decided, except that the girls have to raise their standards.” Then we asked, DO VENANGO CHRISTIAN STUDENTS HAVE AS MUCH SCHOOL SPIRIT AS OTHER STUDENTS? SISTER MARY MICHAEL: In some ways, perhaps. We have some kiddoes who could learn to apply themselves scholastically. 1 would like to see more enthusiasm in the matter of scholarship. SISTER JANET: Well, they have wonderful school spirit, es- pecially the in-coming freshman. They were really interested in the Christmas Drive. They talked over making posters to encourage the rest of the school to do their part. I think they only learned this from older brothers and sisters and older friends.” FATHER MURRAY: The school spirit seems to be growing I think it is something the students and faculty build up together.” MR. CAVANAUGH: There is good school spirit; I have had some association with school spirit and I think it is improving here.” FA I HER KREBS: believes, The school spirit is very impressive at the present time.” SISTER MARY LOURDES: Venango has great school spirit if one bases it on the rally. In fact, I was pleased and edified by the way they attend Mass, but scholastically! hope to see the girls and boys doing better.” SISTER TERESITAthinks that the school spirit is in the process of being organized as an educational unit. There is more interest in per- sonal activities than in school functions.” Finally, one question concerned student-teacher relationships: IS THE COMMUNICATION BETWEEN STUDENT AND TEACHER DIF- FERENT HERE THAN AT OTHER SCHOOLS? The replies were more thoughtful: Well, to some degree it is easier than at previous schools. I have many extra curricular activities and more of a chance to under- stand the students,” relayed SISTER MARY MICHAEL. One thing, the students have not hesitated if they needed any help,” SISTER JANET said, but I think the student has to consider the school as a Mystical Body all working toward a single goal.” MR. CAVANAUGH tells us, No. I haven’t found much yet.” FATHER KREBS says, The problem is that I have taught the lecture methods and students just took notes. Whereas, with these stu- dents, it is very much easier to supply the need. The students are very open to ask questions for additional help.” The communication between student and teacher is on a per- sonal basis rather than strictly being student-teacher. I don’t think it is what it should be. I don’t understand the courtesy or lack of cour- resy here,” says SISTER TERESITA. SISTER MARY LOURDES ended with, The communication is favorable. ” Sister Mary Michael: Spanish, His- tory Sister Mory Lourdes: Office Prac- tice, History, English, Reading Father Hartle: Math, Religion, Phy- sical Science, Algebra Father Krebs: Religion, History, Latin 5 The End by Frank Shialabba Is there a man who9s never said. This tvorld of ours is good as dead. Arise, awake. and see the vice. I say, would you please pass the ice. M Today9s a day of rest, you see, Indulge and let your soul be free. ...and then you say he prayed too long. His death, in part, U’l rigA Me wrong “Of all whom I have seen and heard. The sick in mind is most absurd. Of all the vile forgotten men. Mot one to me9s the more condemned. “If left to me this world of ours Would surge and plunge and reach the stars. The end of sin and strife and dread.99 This world of ours is good as dead! For Cheats Are you really observant around your school? Or do you take Venango for granted? Here is a test of your school perception. Don’t peek during the test. We aren’t taking the grade. In fact, don’t read your questions until you get home, or don’t cheat if you feel compelled to answer them at school. We know you flunked. On to the questionnaire. Remem- ber, you may not pile up points but your humility will improve dras- tically. 1. What color are the walls in the cafeteria? 2. What is on your homeroom bul- letin board? 3. What color is the floor in your homeroom? 4. How many doors lead into the gym? 5. How many fire extinguishers can you picture? 6. What color is on the walls in the office? 7. What kind of pen does your best friend use? 8. How many buses arrive at Venango in the morning 9. Can you count all the rooms on the second floor? Oh, all right, peek. I'm a loner. Right now. I'm a teen- age loner and when I reach 21, I’m going to be an adult loner. It all stems from my crowd complex. You see, I can’t stand crowds. I just don’t know how to like them. When I see a room with more than three people in it, I go a funny color of purple and begin to hiccup. When there are four of us trying to sit in a seat accomodating two and a half on a bus, I go crazy. And when I’m standing in one of six lines out in the school hall trying to get to class in three minutes, I end up going to the office. Another thing: lunch. I eat in a cafeteria. (Another thing I could say a few carefully selected words a- bout) And if you’ve ever eaten in a cafeteria, you know what you find. Rationed food and enormous crowds. 5 minutes left. Five minutes to find a chair (not to mention a table), eat and wade through a line 30 people deep and 60 people wide to take my dishes back. Another enjoyable event that cli- maxes my fun-filled, lively day in a sardine can is my rush to the bus. Just because of my good luck, I was assigned first bus. This means I have three minutes to get out of my last class, run down the hall,(takes me about a minute and a half) down the stairs and three-fourths of the first floor hall. I'm completely ig- noring the door...it's hopeless. I’ve also given up trying to get to my locker after school...it's pitiful. But, after a year and one month, I've finally mastered getting to my bus on time. Getting on it is another thing, but I do get to it. You see, we’ve got 20 seats, each seating two and one-half (they can say three till they're blue in the face. I say two and one-half) and an aisle. That stands ten. I usually end up very near the bumper, but not far enough away to be called anything else. My mother has 4 boys, 4 girls, 2 cats, 1 dog and usually 27 neigh- bors’ kids around the house. When I try to get to the kitchen to eat, I feel like I’m walking to the conces- sion stand at Yankee Staduim. Well, I give up. Despite it all. I’ve come to this conclusion: I need people; people make crowds; crowds are a mess and nothing ever seems to go right, does it? The only thing more expensive than education is ignorance. 6 Shakespeare Goes Modern The Shakespearean play, Hamlet, is a classic; that is, it has a universal theme, and centuries have not caused its appeal and worth to be lost and for- gotten. It has been reproduced many times and is presently popular on Broad- way in New York City. This is John Gielgud’s production of Hamlet, starring Richard Burton as Hamlet. It is one ot high quality in the dramatic field and entertainment. It achieves this quality by the effectiveness of the scenery, costumes and character portrayal and the functional relationship between them. The scenery and props used are extremely simple and plain and used for a definite purpose. It imitates the Elizabethan theaters of Shakespeare s time where elaborate scenery was not to be had. But beyond this, it functions as a maintainer of the audience’s interest and attention upon the plot and the char- acters and by making the play’ s universal theme of revenge and the restless mood more noticeably by the contrast of the dullness of the setting. Simplicity is maintained in the cos- tumes of Gielgud’s production of Hamlet as it was in the scenery. A contemporary touch is also add- ed to this Elizabethan play by the use of current styled clothing. This helps overcome some of the aesthe- tic distance of the audience from feeling, emotions and thoughts of the characters by bringing them closer to present day standards. ALTHOUGH the costumes are simple and current, each has a spec- ific function. Hamlet was clothed entirely in black, having only his face and hands uncovered. This effect focused the viewers’ concen- tration on these features of the head, where one could see the raging passion of revenge for his father’s murder, and the hands with which Hamlet killed Laertes and Claudius. The color mirrored the darkness of his soul and his mood. Claudius’ dress depicted his playboy personality and actions by a loose, light-colored sweater with patched elbows, not usually worn by men of his age, and most unlike a king. This symbolized the unwhole- some relationship with the wife of his brother, the king, and the result- ing murder of the king’s brother. Polonius, Lord Chamberlain, wore attire suitable for a dignitary, as he was to be portrayed. His white beard, cane and cravat character- ized him as a wise and sophisticated old man. LAERTES DEPICTS the vital- ity of youth by his very casual, light colored apparel, while Ophelia is presented as a picture of youth, beauty and innocence by her long, flowing hair and carefree style of dress, in contrast to the queen’s short-curled hair and train showing dignity and experience. The quality and talent of the actors and actresses in a cast can either make a play a success or not, even though the material presented is excellent. In John Gielgud’s pro- duction of Hamlet, the presentation was excellent. He enabled the view- er to experience emotionally what he observed. He showed the wrath of revenge and partial madness as a result, but he also maintained the idea of his symbolizing man by not becoming too aloof from reality. An example of this is the famous ex- cerpt from Act III, Scene I, starting with the line, ' To be, or not to be: that is the question...” Many actors have presented these lines with maj- esty in a booming voice. Burton in- terprets them with thoughtfulness and in a soft tone of voice, making the listener meditate along with him. He also showed his ability to portray revenge and anger. An example of this is the scene with his mother in her closet, when he scolds the queen for her wretchedness and disloyalty to her former husband, the king. Sit you down and let me wring your heart: for so I shall if it be of pene- trable stuff.. ' CLAUDIUS AND the queen could have been portrayed better be- cause their wickedness was not as noticeable as it should have been. Polonius was presented very well, for his gestures, tone and walk all depicted that of a dignified, wise old man with wit. This is shown es- pecially well in the scene in which he is advising the king and queen about the cause of Hamlet's madness. Laertes was portrayed well. He showed the parallel between the re- venge of Hamlet against Claudius and his revenge against Hamlet, both caused by the murder of their fathers. He portrayed his vitality and confi- dence of youth especially well in the last scene in the fencing dual. BY THE employment of simple but extremely functional scenery and costumes and effective character por- trayal by a talented cast, John Giel- gud's production of Hamlet is a work of dramat ic art of high quality in pre- senting a universal theme of revenge and forces of evil verses good. 7 I don't care if I do freeze, I don't care if the whole world freezes. The doorslammedshut and Jack was alone on the front porch. He quickly repeated what he had said and tried to imagine the effect it had on his aunt. As soon as he was reasonably sure that his aunt wasn't going to follow him, he j umped down the three steps from the porch and ran across the street. By the time he had run a block, the cold night air had lost its sting. It was a proven fact that running would warm you up even on the coldest night. Jack had occasion to prove it many times himself. It was terrible to be bogged down by a heavy win- ter coat. His coat was heavy and it bogged him down; his aunt was heavy and she bogged him down. Jack laughed out loud at the strange comparison and started to run a- gain. It was eight o'clock and pitch dark. As his aunt would say much too late for a boy your age to be out. Icy blasts sliced at his grey sweater and tried to fray the tips of his ears. Every cold thrust made him run faster, and his pounding heart seemed to tear itself loose from the tangled network of muscle and bone that surrounded it and crawled up his throat to spill its cool dark li- quid into his mouth and nose. THE STREET TOOK a sudden turn and a glazed sidewalk replaced the hard packed snow. He stood on the toe of his shoe so the rubber heels wouldn’t slow down his slide. The ice ended as quickly as it had started, the heavy friction of the salted concrete threw him on his side into the soft powdery snow. The white stuff ran into his col- lar and down to the base of his spine. It filled his pant cuffs and socks and clung to the hairs on his head and eyebrows. At first he thought it would be nice to lie there and be covered by the snow. Like some forgotten toy left out in the first snow storm and not discovered again till spring. The abstractness of the thought scared him so much, he crawled up and walked to the street stamping his feet to get the snow off his legs. His back was to the wind now, and it blew in at the bottom of his shirt and out at the top of his neck. The billowing cloth made his shoulders look much broader than they really were. Far- ther down the street was Levitts. Although he was familiar with the street, this was the only house he knew. Levitts always put up their Christmas decorations a month a- head of time. It reminded him of the grand opening of a supermarket or gas station. There were hundreds of bulbs forming the border of the house and an eight foot Santa Claus nodded his head and rolled his eyes a little bit like a drunk he had seen one night. Just as he had done for the past two years he planned to sneak up to the house some night and smash out every one of the colored bulbs. Past years he had never found the time; this year he would make time. 1'11 tear down that fake Santa Claus too, Santa Claus can go to hell. As he fin- ished the sentence, he glanced over his shoulder to make sure he wasn't being followed by an eight-foot San- ta Claus with fangs. The wind was in his face again and he ran to make it blow harder in his eyes. As soon as the light bulbs disappeared around the corner, Jack stopped running. He took a deep breath, exhaled it, and was tracking the steam when he noticed the i- cicle • It was in the same place it had been last year. The moon was directly behind it and the clear ice filtered the beams and spread them across the street. The ice reminded him of his mother's eyes. HER EYES WERE the only thing that he could clearly remember a- bout her. They were clear and blue, and he sometimes thought he saw through them into her head. A whole world existed in her head, a world clear, fragile, that would shatter to pieces if they were ever touched. HE COULD IMAGINE the rest of her. Her body was slim and graceful and her face, like carved marble. Her hands would have to be cool and dry, not hot and dry like his aunt's hands. It slowed his heart when he thought of his mother, but he would always—no matter how hard he tried not to—compare her with his aunt. They compared so beautifully; she was everything his aunt was not— an angel and a devil, one all per- fect, the other all wrong. WITH ONE QUICK motion, he reached down and scooped up a hand ful of snow, packed it into a ball, How To Lose Friends... And Alienate Relatives by Kathleen Rice and spit on the top to make it hard. The icicle shattered into the air and fell to the ground. There wa s a moon, a yellow moon, a hot moon. Jack cut dowrn the alley and ran the rest of the way home. As he en- tered the house, a blast of hot air hit him. “Just like walking fro m heaven to hell,” he said aloud. “Is that you, Jack?” His aunt’s shrill voice broke his thought. She walked into the hall where he stood. “Do you know what time it is? Ten o’clock. Just where have you been young man?” He tried to walk past her but she spread herself across the hall and grabbed him with a hot sticky hand. “Jack, you’re soaking wet.” “I know, Aunt Jane.” “You go up to bed right now; you’ll probably cat ch pneumonia.” Up stairs, he stripped off his wet clothes and threw them on the floor. As soon as he was in bed, his aunt came in and spread a large quilt over him. She left again and came back with a glass of water and two asprin. “Jack, I want you to take these.” “I will,” he said, and he shut his eyes to avoid her. She reached over him and pulled the covers tight to his legs. “Good night, Jack; I’ll leave the door o- pen.” The heat followed her out of the room and all was quiet. As soon as he heard the last stair creak, he got up and shut the door. The room was cold, he threw off the blankets and lay on his back, staring into the darkness. He reached over to the night stand and got the glass of water his aunt had left. Slowly he poured it over his bare chest and stomach, across his forehead so that it ran down his face and neck. It soaked into the sheet and travel- ed underneath him; when it reached the small of his back his whole body started to tremble. He had plans to make. Every one of Levitts light bulbs must be smashed and that Santa Claus would be torn to pieces. HE SHOOK harder now and could hardly breath. The empty glass smashed against the wall and he I would like to sing the praises of the unfortunate soul who takes pride in acting the role of door to door salesman. This industrious in- dividual organizes his plan of ac- tion much the same as any army gen- eral worth his salt would plan a strategic attack, lie begins with an all-purpose greeting: “Good even- ing ma’am' I have a lovely selec- tion of (variable). Would you like to see them?” Of course, he makes it clear by his position between the door and the customer that the latter question requires no answer. Once inside the door, our young lad has half his battle won. The next step is to find the nearest comfortable chair and maneuver his victim...er... I mean his customer into it. It’s only good business sense to know that the best customer is a comfortable customer. Now, with his prospect cornered, he proceeds to fire the ammunition. In this instance, the line of attack may vary with the dug his back into the wet sheets. His body trembled violently and just before he committed himself to thoughts of his mother he gasped through his chattering teeth, “Santa Claus can go to hell.” season of the year. For instance, in the fall, he might unfold a large sheet of paper, plant it firmly in the hands of the customer, and explain the value and necessity of obtaining the most expensive magazine avail- able. During the Christmas season, our merry crusader might display his wares across the floor, onto the coffee table and over the sofa. An attractive display is most enticing, you know! Of course, a little smooth talk will give that extra “oomph” to any sale. After receiving a suitable number of orders, our salesman makes time for small talk with the customer. A little flattery at this point never hurts the cause in the long run. But never let it be said that our man would bribe his way to a sale; he uses only, the tried and true methods of salesmanship—with a touch of originality for interest. With merchandise in hand, and or- ders in his pocket, our hero saunters off with a cheery: “So long, see you again, soon'” Sentinels of time and sea, trees kneel upon the rooted soil, and in a hushed soliloquy, they hold commun- ion uith their God. 9 by Daniel Goodman 90CUS: We’re The Venango Vikings have finally emerged from a two year losing streak. Much of the credit must be given to the players, but nothing could have been accomp- lished without the coaching of Mr. Stanley Zagorski. Aside from coaching the foot- ball team and a gym class, Mr. Zagorski teaches biology. He attended South High School in Pittsburgh and graduated in 1950. He went on to study at Slippery Rock and Rutgers University. In college he majored in biology, health and physical education. His love for football goes back to his high school days when he played four years for South High and three years at Slippery Rock. a Winner; So Is the Coach Teaching the sophomore class... It takes more than muscle. 10 Testing the senior class... Here, Coach is teaching football theory to the team. Trying something new... A proud teacher watches his teens becoming our team! Photos by Ted Szalewicz His first teaching assignment was at Wilkensburg. In 1957, Mr. Zagorski came to Oil City to teach at St. Joseph High School. His first head coach j ob was at St. Joe’s. He taught biology and physical education at St. Joe’s until 1961 when the new high school was completed. Mr. Zagorski is also the mod- erator of the football club. Aside from the daily practice sessions, the players meet once a week to discuss past games, new plays, or j ust about anything that per- tains to football. In this club, the new fresh- men team members learn many of the finepoints of the game and are prepared to take over when the senior class graduates. All in all, Venango owes much to Mr. Zagorski and we all hope that he’ll stay at Venango in the future. 11 ROVING REPORTER: Look Who’s Talking R. Mizwa A. Caccavo M. Schneider K. Guyton M. Horos J. Froncek D. Xander T. Omiatek P. Fletcher B. Burns C. Staub J. Ward j. Wnuk K. Fitzgerald T. Gabreski by Constance Logue, Veronica Ruby Students of Venango often find comments about our Student Council arising in our conversations. Is it really beneficial to us? So for the first issue of the 1964 65 edition of The Barque, we faced members of our student body with “Do you feel you and your fellow students are adequately voiced through our Student Council? These are their answers: Bonnie Burns—(Junior) I do feel we are effectively voiced through our Student Council. We tell our problems and requests to our representatives and they present them to the Student Council. Then if the requests are not too far fetched, they are given ap- proval and taken to Father Antoun.” Debbie Xander—(Sophomore) Our officers represent us well, but many of our requests are refused. Karen Fitzgerald—(Senior) Stu- dent Council does have many bene- fits. But in many cases we re told how the faculty feels, while the fac- ulty doesn’t hear how we feel. Chuck Staub—(Junior) I feel we are well voiced. We tell our home- room representatives what is on our minds and they in turn bring it up and discuss it in Student Council meetings. Tom Omiatek—(Senior) Student Council can be very rewarding if you have all the students cooperating. But how can students expect to be represented properly if they show no faith in their Council? (member of Student Council) Joe Wnuk—(Sophomore) Student Council in itself is good. It gives the students a chance to voice their opinions. But our Council does not push many of its issues hard enough. The reason for this, though, is that they don’t get enough support from the student body.” Ann Caccavo—(Sophomore) No, I don’t feel our representatives really give much voice to our student bo- dy’s wishes. It seems they are a council in name only.” James Froncek-( Sophomore) I feel our council does have a big say in many matters. If not, what would there be to electing them?” Mike Schneider-(Senior) No, be- cause the advisors don't seem to give our wishes much opportunity to go through.” Ozzie Mizwa-(Senior) If there does seem to be a lack of co-opera- tion it is with the student body a- lone. If they did get their ideas or- ganized and presented them to the representatives, I’m sure they would follow through.” Karyn Guyton-(Sophomore) No, the representatives don’t have much say because the advisors seem to have too much control over what is discussed.” Mike Horos-(Senior) Yes, the Council has enough voice; it’s just that the students don’t seem to want to give their problems to their home- room representatives.” Dick Frawley—(Senior) Over half of the important suggestions are passed and that is due to the efforts of the Student Council.” Ted Gabreski—(Junior) No, be- cause the voicing seems to come from the advisors rather than the Council.” Pat Fletcher—(Sophomore) Our wishes seem to be discussed by the faculty more so than by our repre- sentatives.” Julie Ward-(Sophomore) No, be- cause if the student body does get together with an idea we can hardly count on it getting through the ad- visors.” 12 The Barque On... A Bow Vow by Mary Ann MoffeU THESE LITTLE THINGS... by Deborah Lee High school days make up one of the most important parts of our lives. There are so many big events! Then, too, there are the countless little things, reminding us of you, Venango Christian, which we shall never for- get: That steno course, ''strictly grade school stuff,' that turned out to be so ridiculously tough; That cherished first place in the cafeteria line that was sought by me, but never mine; Those hours of detention after school—simply because I broke a single oP rule; The gym classes that kept me physically fit-and showed up most when 1 tried to sit; The glee club days with an in- variable screech from some poor kid who didn’t quite reach; The chills we got from the fire drill they held in the snow; we ar- gued and reasoned and pleaded and coaxed, but we had to go; The games where everyone yelled and yelled, and then went home with a throat that swelled; The typing teacher you could ne- ver please: she didn't approve of peeking at the keys; The French class we thought was such a blast, until we learned that no one had passed; The money invested in chemistry class, which went to the fund for broken glass; But the long last minutes we counted down waiting for the bell to ring, was, needless to say and undoubtedly the most pleasant thing. TO A TOKEN MACHINE To you I li ft up mine eyes, O one- armed bandit who art stationed in the cafeteria. Behold! as the players eye the dealers, As the bookies watch the horses. So we, attentively, watch you, lest we be cheated by your rent. Have pity on us, for we are more than broke by our efforts, and around us is poverty, induced by your swindle. by Virginio Aaron I try. Honestly I do; it's just no use. Pve bought the most expensive meat, the best clothes and Pve even read the latest books on dog care, but, as I said before, it’s just no use. I can't get our dog to like me. 1 guess the main reason is be- cause he knows deep down in I don't like him. But then, I have good rea- son not to. HOW WOULD YOU feel if a dog had seniority in your family? My sister, his master, prefers him to me. Every other morning I get up at 6:00 A.M. and let him out because he decides it's extremely necessary. (It seems to me he could use the bathroom; he does everything else the family does.) I've tried ignoring him, but he knows all the tricks. Usually it fol- lows this pattern. First, he scrat- ches on the door and whines: if this doesn't work, he pulls the covers off, and if this fails he uses drastic measures and licks my face. He knows I can't stand to have a dog lick my face. So without hesitation, I get up and let him out. In fact, I kick him out. However, there are ani- mal lovers who think I'm cruel. Be- fore you j udge, let me tell you more. I like turkey. It is my favorite meat. Guess who gets the biggest share when we have it? That's right! My sister claims it's his favorite too, and, therefore, he has as much right to it. So, in our family of se- ven, where every portion counts, I am allowed to watch a 2 00-pound Irish setter wolf down his weight in white meat. TO TELL YOU the truth, I could probably even learn to live with this. But, there is one thing I am sure I shall never forgive. When the disk- jockey on the radio plays a recording of my favorite singing artists, “The Beatles; that dog of ours lies on the floor and howls. That, my friend, is the last straw. Therefore, I rest my case with complete confidence, based on the a- bove information, that you will find me innocent and him guilty, remem- bering that The Verdict Is Yours. 13 Sports Spot Tik e Strang eft Tilting J4appened... Photos by Ted Szalewicz Patrick Fletcher, JV CHEERLEADERS: Sandy McDonald, Linda Heath, Mary Stone, Karen Guyton, Connie Logue, Carol English We couldn't help but have a winning season this year. We got off to a blazing start’ The fire gleamed brighter and brighter; spirits grew higher and higher. The JV cheerleaders of Venango Christian were leading an enthusiastic group of students at s This year the Vikings started off their season with a bang and a win! The days of pointed fingers and mis- placed criticisms are all over now. The team's standings for this year are 4 3 which means we had a win- ning season. We opened the season with a home game against Cambridge Springs. We penetrated the Devils defense for 110 yards passing and 135 yards running for a grand total of 245 yards. Not bad! “Boomer Baker had two touchdowns while John Klesczand Ray Brezinski had one apiece. The final score showed a Viking triumph at 26-13. The sec- ond game we traveled to Randolph where the weather wasn't too sharp- and neither were we. The Vikings faced their first defeat 13-0. bonfire held September 11 on the eve pr For the third contest we ventured to Erie to face Saint Mark's Semi- nary. We found our way quickly into the scoring column when Steve Trout ran 91 yards with a kickoff for a touchdown. Tom Pett tacked on six more points with an end run, while nimble Mike Schneider recovered an enemy fumble for the Black and Gold's final score. Hard-hitting George Nalepa and Bob Faunce helped holding the score down for the Seminarians. The final score was 20-13, and we were riding a horse called 2 wins and 1 loss. It was a delightful feeling. On October 3, VCHS boosted Elk County for our fourth game of the season. The Vikings hit for two � ding our first game. TD's before Saint Mary's knew what was coming off. John Klecz and Steve Trout gave the Black and Gold the offensive punches. Yet despite the fact that we netted 259 yards, the Crusaders triumphed 29-13. 1 re- member a nursery rhyme about for the want of a horse a rider was lost or something like that. I n our fifth game, we met the tough Bradford Ramblers. Tom Boomer Baker's passes to Jim Garin added 150 yards plus two touchdowns to our offensive attack. Tome Baker's sneaking behind George Nalepa plus Sam Leta's constant running attack gave us two addition- al scores. The Rambler powerful line was too much for us, however, and they handed us another defeat. 49-25. George Nalepa helped by Bob Faunce and Ozzie Mizwa held the Bradford middle attack to a minimum. For the game with North East, we travelled to their city on a Sun- day afternoon. Early in the second quarter, Sam Leta plunged across the goal for the Vikings' first score. Steve Trout raced 61 yards for the second T.D. and the conversion to Fletcher was good. Another 11 yard run by Trout was good for the third score, and the extra point to Flet- cher was complete. In the third quar- ter, Dave Henderson scored and the extra point pass to Tony Horos was good. The fifth score was made up of a Bill Eckert pass to Pat Flet- cher. Henderson completed the scor- ing with an intercepted pass. The defense held St. Greg's to 1 yard while Boomer Baker completed 8 out of 11 passes. The final score was 39-0. The last game of the year showed us host to St. Michael's of Greenville. Early in the first quarter Sam Leta put the Vikings on the board with a T.D. A pass from Baker to Trout was good for the second T.D., and Nalepa hitched the extra point. Trout intercepted a Greenville pass and scampered 75 yards for the third and final score. The defense held St. Michael's to 50 yards. The final grid showed the Black and Gold victors at 19-0. T ▼ T ▼ T O o O 0 0 6 © © i ©■ 1 • • .! O Anatomy of a Touchdown A touchdown to many people looks like a stroke of luck, but it really isn’t. Every man on the field has a special pre-assigned job to do. Split-second timing plus realistic fakes are usually the differences between a rou- tine play and a touchdown. The first thing necessary to understand is the number system of denoting plays. Each of the circles has a special number that identifies each of the backs. Now, if the quarter - back wants the no. 3 back in the no. 4 hole, he calls a 34. The first number is the back running the ball; the second is the hole he is going to run in. So, if after a football game you hear someone say 34 was great, you know what he’s talking a- bout. Now, about the pre-assigned jobs. I would like to explain them using our first string play- ers. First no. 5 Ozzie Mizwa giv- es the ball to no. 8 Baker. He fakes it to no. 4 Pett in the no. 2 hole and no. 6 Jim Bruce gets their end and no. 8 Boomer gives it to Leta in the no. 4 hole. Nal- epa no. 9 takes his man left and Schneider no. 10 takes his to the right making a clear hole. On a 34, the blocking looks like this: Low Budget Sports for Low Budget Schools Patrick Cihon Nowdays, any school that has a good reputation has to have a num- ber of athletic teams-such as foot- ball, basketball, baseball, track, cross-country, wrestling, and golf, to name a few. This, however, presents a problem to schools with low bud- gets. It costs money to buy the equipment, maintain a practice field and gymnasium, and to hove the in- surance coverage needed to engage in athletics. I will now propose a solution to this problem-low budget sports for low budget schools. The teams for these low budget sports would incl ude a Monopoly team, a Scrabble team, and a Tiddley-winks team. Expenses would be almost non- existent. The Monopoly game or Scrabble game would be the only equipment needed. It wouldn't be necessary to have insurance cover- age because very few injuries would result from these sports, and a dic- tionary would be the only necessary practice equipment. The Monopoly team would be made up of the tap economic students; the Scrabble team would include the best English and spelling students; and theTidd- ley -winks team would be composed of the expert spitball and paper wad throwers in the school. By using the low budget sports plan, the poorer schools could be known for their win- ning teams with only a fraction of the expense of regular athletics. 15 Alumni News Where the Grads Are... by Rhea Ann Stevenson It is always of interest to high school students to know where the grads are, what they’re doing and how they look at high school life from their new stand point. A questionnaire was mailed to all the alumni, and here are a few answers we received. MARCIA CAMP, a first-year student at Saint Vincent’s Hospital, School of Nursing, says that college life gives her “much more to do on my own.’ She also adds. “Study hard and pay attention in class.” STEVE SZALEWICZ, a biology major at Saint Vincent’s College in Latrobe, takes part in the Democratic and Biology Clubs. Ilis observation on college life—“It’s fairly organized.” ROBERT WOLLASTON, a pre-med student at Saint Vincent’s College, sends along his advice to the high school student, “Stress the point of good study habits, and the need for a good, solid basis in their major field.” The Stensen C lub and Saint Vincent de Paul Society are his extra curricular acti- vities. PAM ALLIO, a freshman cadet at Mercyhurst College in Erie, writes us, “Work hard now and get a good background in fundamental subjects.” JOYCE WALENTOSKY, a student at Saint Vincent’s Hospital, School of Nursing, makes a very interesting observation about college life, “The re- sponsibility of education belongs to the student alone.” Her “word to the wise”—“Heed the advice of high school teachers: college years are a little too late to discover that they know what they’re talking about.” M ARGE ROGERS, a student at Mercyhurst College, finds her outside in- terests lie in Elementary Education Club and Athletic Association. She be- lieves students should read all types of literature, “especially current events.” What Ever Happened to Baby? Ever heard anyone say: Isn't he a chip off the old block? Isn’t it funny how adults can tell exactly how a child of light will look six or seven years later. This reporter wonders about the validity of this statement, so we’re hav- ing this contest to see if you can tell who these young toddlers are? You do know them. The rules for this contest are that each student is allowed only one en- try which he will submit to room 109 no later than 4:30 p.m. tomorrow Happiness-A Fifth by Daniel Goodman Do you enjoy school? If you find yourself responding with a negative answer to this question then perhaps this article can help you. If you an- swered yes, I enjoy school, then you are beyond help. It is my belief one will like school if one try to under- stand it. Last June I made up my mind that my senior year would be vastly different from any school year I had known before. I wanted to like school so much that I would look forward to Mondays instead of Fridays. If I could achieve this goal it would make my entire life happier. There are approximately four-fifths as many school days as there are free days. Last year when I did not enjoy school I was happy only one- fifth of the time. If I enjoyed school it stands to reason that I would be happy four-fifths of the time instead of one-fifth-of the time. When September rolled around I remembered my promise and decided to do something about it. I remem- bered hearing that if a person heard something often enough he would be- lieve it. I started my brainwashing campaign on the first day of school. All the way to the bus stop I kept repeating, ”1 love school... I love school.” Everything was going fine until the bus rounded the corner; when I saw it I almost choked to death. 16 After one week I realized that I was getting no where fast. I decided to try a new tactic. 1 would accept everything with a smile. In three weeks I had become the smiling re- cipient of four demerits, a bill for for broken dishes in the cafe- teria and had a notebook which was slightly rotten from sulfuric acid which I spilled on it in chemistry class. Smiling was definitely out. I should have quit right then but I decided to tackle the problem once more, only this time I would try a different approach. I would be a model student. I quit doing every- thing that might earn demerits. I stud ied longer and paid attention in class This was probably the best idea I had tried so far. The only hitch was I could only keep it up for two and one-half days. It's a terrible feeling to be caught up with every- thing. No teachers to yell at me. No sickening feeling when the de- merit list was posted. Besides, I couldn't live much longer on four hours of sleep each night. After one and one-half months of this ridiculous existence I finally accepted the fact that I could not force myself to enjoy school. I don't think I dislike school anymore than I did last year, and I surely don't enjoy it much more but one thing I know for sure, I look forward to those weekends. Klub Korner The oral communications system in our school was aided recently when they received a radio from the Heath Kit Company. Jim Bucholz, Steve Osolfka and Ray Taft were the solicitors of this item. The Voyager Press recently received gifts of a 30 by 30 inch paper cutter from Mr. John Paul Jones of f ranklin and an electric paper drill from Mr. Thomas Savage also of Franklin. Raymond Taft and Joseph Smith, two of the club's 97 members, are presently in charge of both operations. 17 Getting To Know You by Margaret Burns, Diana C lonka, Emily Sustak The Barque Staff is aware that many of the students here at V.C. do not know their fellow colleagues.In hopes of improving this situation we have add- ed this feature. The names of one girl and one boy on each grade level were chosen at random from a box containing the names of all students in the respective groups. Having introduced you to our new attraction, we now wish to introduce you to eight of you- fellow classmates. . „ . Photos by Ted Szalewtcz CHRIS WHITE, a vibrant freshman at Venango Christian finds that the adj ustment in going into high school from grade school is quite simple. Her favorite subject is math but says the others are fairly easy. She believes that if you really try to im- prove your mind your subj ects be- come easier to conquer. Already planning her future, Chris chooses the skillful profession of nursing. As to the football team, she recognized our team to be much better than last year and also that the student body is more enthusiastic. PAT MORKIN PAT MORKIN says that V.C.'s senior subj ects are most advanta- geous. Advanced biology is great to offer to those planning to go into nursing or a science. Now that Pm taking Home Ec., I wish it were of- fered to sophomores and j uniors, be- cause I feel that Pd like to go into the Home Ec. field. This summer Pat has served 36 hours for J.R.C. and was counselor 18 at a children's camp. She does a lot of babysitting and likes to work with people—that's why she plans to be either a nurse or elementary teacher. She noted that the team is better and active game participation by stu- dents will lift it up. JOSEPHINE GAHR, a sophomore is a member of the great books, French and Forensics clubs. During the past summer she learned to water ski using her own boat and worked as a candy-striper at the local hos- pital. While she has not yet decided what she will do after graduation, her interest in chemistry may indi- cate a career in science. GEORGE GATES, a busy sopho- more academic student, has enrolled in the following clubs for this school year: band, extemporaneous speak- ing� great books and art. He is also the Student Council reporter for the school newspaper, The Star. George enjoys golf, bowling and both j azz and classical music. The future holds either a re- ligious vocation or service in the Peace Corps for George. GEORGE GATES JIM LOGUE, Kerry to his friends, comments on the present and the fu- ture. During high school you have an opportunity to prepare for college. Most kids don't realize this until their senior year and then it's too late I myself plan to major in math, though I'll have a hard time. Kerry said that the team and school spirit have greatly improved, but there is always room for more improvement. Over the summer, Kerry has been very active working at the Franklin pool and at the Fashion. He also played on the YMCA American Le- gion Team, and won trophies for softball and horseshoes. KERRY LOGUE JAMES PAUL PRENATT, JR., a newcomer to Venango Christian, says that high school is different and he enjoys it. His favorite sub- j ects are biology and French be- cause they i merest him most. Jim is also interested in sports. He part- icipated on the basketball team in eighth grade and likes football. He thinks VC has a good team this year. When asked about plans for the future, he answered that he wanted to go to college. MARY KOKAI, is a junior com- mercial student at VC. Besides her regular studies such as typing and shorthand, she is a member of J.R.C. and French Club. Although she docs not plan to go to college, she be- lieves Venango offers a great ad- vantage for academic students and prepares them well. Mary plans to be a secretary. School this year for junior TOM McCALLUM is more exciting but also more demanding. Math secrtis to be his favorite subject. Tom is an active member of the Chef Club. All The Modern Inconveniences ? b Rhea Ann Stevenson In this convenience-filled age we live in, it is an extreme rarity for anyone to find a truly easy, uncomplicated way of opening things. Packages must be kept tight so the contents won’t spoil. The manufact- urers don’t care whether a person can get the contents out of the pack- age. The old way was too hard for the soft, modern housewife. The obstacle to be overcome is that of getting the easy open- easy close” bag open. The label reads correctly, but that was before the label was added to gum things up. After successfully employing her handy-dandy (but old-fashioned) scissors, the now exasperated house- wife may serve her family the bread. Don’t go away! She’s not through yet. Now, there is the small problem of finding a new bag for storing the left-over slices. This is more than a small problem, for all the bags are easy open-easy close.” It took a man to invent the easy way. Cereal boxes hold all sorts of delicious goodies for breakfast. If a person wants to eat, however, be must open the box the previous night. I he little press here” patch never presses. No one can manipulate a knife while still half asleep, so...It took a man to dream up the easy 'press here” method. Store-bought cake packages also offer some disadvantages for the poor kitchen dwellers. The lucky person eating the cake nev- er finds any frosting with his piece. It’s still stuck to the mir- aculous cellophane wrapper. After the guest has to eat a dull piece of cake with no frosting, he goes home to think of other, tighter ways to package bread and box in cereals. THE PEOPLE who make aluminum foil give the distinct impression that they want to keep it all to themselves. The little rolls just don’t turn. If the house- wife is lucky, she might get a crooked, little, wrinkled piece of foil to cover a 20 pound turkey. It took a man to make the easy role” package. Cake mixes, too, are found in miraculous little bags. If a per- son wants to bake, the easiest way is to use those ancient scis- sors again. If one pulls the little red tag, the top comes open, bu t so do all the other seams of the bag. Once again, it took a man to make the loose top to go with the loose seams. So many things are pack- aged so tight that it is impossible to open them. Canned soups have puncture-proof lids, crackers are moisture-proof and open-proof, po- tatoe bags can’t be opened with- out using pliers, even pop-top” beer cans don’t pop. WE LIVE in an age, today, of complicated conveniences. The easy way of doing things has no place in our life, It would be a welcomed change if, just once, someone would come up with a simple convenience. The housewife is the most harassed person in the household. Men al- ways have an easy way to do things, but why couldn’t they leave well enough alone? Mean- while, the housewife can think to herself, with malice in her heart, 'It took a man.’ 19 FEATURES- 3 My Life is Your Life, Diane Wilson 4 Lotest Reports About You and Me, Nancy Petulla 6 For Cheats, Michael Yeager The End, Frank Shialabba More Thon Me's a Crowd, Mary Jane Fink 7 Shakespeoce Goes Modern, Mary Jane Siebert 9 How to L ose Friends and Alienate Relatives, Kathleen Rice 12 Look Who’s Talking, Constance Logue, Veronica Ruby 13 The Barque On...A Bow Wow, Mary Ann Moffett Where the Grads Are, Rhea Ann Stevenson 19 All the Modern Inconviences, Rhea Ann Stevenson DEPARTMENTS- 3 Editorials: After You My Dear, Bonita Burns 8 Fiction: His Mother’s Eyes, Daniel Goodman 10 We're a Winner; So1 s the Coach, Dan Goodman, Ted Szalewicz 14 Sports: Patrick Fletcher,Patrick Cihon 16 Humor: Happiness-A Fifth , Daniel Goodman 17 Klub Korner, Ted Szalewicz 18 Getting To Know You, Margaret Burns, Diana Czlonka, Emily Sustak ■r V £SVV Winter 65 74e BaSuioe. VENANGO CHRISTIAN HIGH SCHOOL Let the word go forth that the torch has been passed to a new generation of Americans.•• VOL. HI, NO. 2 THE BARQUE QUARTERLY PUBLICATION OF VENANGO CHRISTIAN HIGH SCHOOL 1505 W. Fir � St. Tel. 64-61264 OIL CITY, PENNSYLVANIA EDITOR-IN-CHIEF Don Goodmon EXECUTIVE EDITOR Frank Shialobbo MANAGING EDITOR Nancy Petal la LAYOUT EDITOR Diane Wilson SPORTS EDITOR Patrick Fletcher PHOTOGRAPHY Ted Szalewicz ART EDITOR Rosemary Coyne EXCHANGE EDITOR Donna Fedorek CIRCULATION MANAGER Pamela Eckert PRODUCTION EDITORS Christine Gureczny, Jeon Lauer EDITORIAL STAFF Mary Breene, Bonita Burns, Margaret Burns, Lindo Caccavo, Karen Callahan, Diana Czlonka, Pamela Eckert, Patrick Fletcher, Vicki Gar a I, Pomelo Gracy, Joyce Grill, Rebecca Hall, Charles Jetter, Jo- anne Johnson, Marieta Klecx, Dobbie Lee Roberta Le sco, Constance Logue, Carol Moran, Mary Ann Mortimer, Constance Nowak, Nancy Pe- tullo, Kothleen Rice, Frank Shialabba, Patricia Skibo, Rhea Ann Stevenson, Emily Sustak, Joseph Wolkowski, Philip Wydro, Deborah Xonder, Michoel Yeoger, Thomas Yochim. HEADMASTER Rev. L. J. Antoun ADVISORS Sister Mary Peter, O.S.B., Mr. R ichard Cavanaugh _____________________________________ WINTER, 1964 SET-UP STAFF LAYOUT Diane Wilson, Mary Stone, Christine Cartwright, Carolyn Thureau, Loretta Siebert, Elizabeth Warcholic. BY-LINE COPY Carol Kocan, Ronnie Ruby, Jeon Mahaffey, Carol English PAGE NUMBER AND DUMMY Thomas Carone, Stan Duda, John Woril HEADLINES Frank Shialabba, Joseph Wnuk, Patrick Cihon, Richard Carone PICTURES Ted Szolewicz, George Szalewicz CAPTIONS William Edwards, Marta Savage, John Straub, Christine Guyton, Ann Tipping, Carol Riechert. ILLUSTRATIONS Rosemary Coyne, Ronald DeLucio, George Lenar, Marcio Postrick MASTER PRINTER Dan Goodman JOURNEYMAN PRINTERS Larry Kissinger. APPRENTICE PRINTERS Louis Korg, James Hibbard, Joe Morgan, Thomos P roper, Chorles Bechtal, PAPER CUTTING Raymond Toft, Joseph Smith SORTING Thomas Morkin PACKING and DISTRIBUTING Robert Reardon, Ted Szolewicz, Joseph Novicki, Walter Moron, Carolyn Thureau, Betty Warcholic, Marcio Postrick, Chris Guyton, Constance Nowak. BOOKKEEPING Anthony Schlll VARIT YPISTS Christine Gureczny, Jean Lauer, Karen Gressley, Pomelo Guyton APPRENTICE VARIT YPISTS Linda Moron, Thomas McGreevy, Mary Kokai, Susan Hynes, Charlotte Kelly. 2 Seeing Is Believing The editorial in the current issue of the Barque magazine has had a tremendous effect on the courtesy of our students. For the past week, I have been observing and have seen several seniors, juniors, sopho- mores and freshmen carrying trays and holding doors for faculty mem- bers. This group of history makers includes boys as well as girls. Last Thursday I saw a few boys after school for detention step back and let Father Luzzi through the doorway ahead of them. The newcomers to this field are so many it is useless to try to list them all. However, let’s not give up after the first two tries. Keep shock- ing the faculty by offering to carry books, opening doors, saying good morning, and carrying lunch trays. We'll show our teachers that they aren't the only courteous people in this school. Come on everyone; let's show them up! Defeated by Carol llall “l9m the greatest,” spoke Johnny Quick, I he fastest draw alive. I9ve put four men into their graves: Big Red will be number five. “ft o. you won I,” cried Johnny9s wife, “Forget your foolish thought. I'm sick and tired of your fight in9 ways,99 Resides, you re no match, she thought. “Quiet, fool woman, Fm going to town. I know he9s there—Rig Red. I9ve gotta get that guy, you see, l9m gonna shoot him dead.99 lie rode eleven miles to town. And there he met Rig Red. True to the promise he made to him- self. He shot the big guy dead. Eleven miles back to his house, He shouted all the way, “ftow I m sure l9m the fastest alive; I proved that just today.99 jl He reached his house and saw his II wife: He was proud of being so good. Rut before he could get his first words out, He was Ivin9 in a pool of blood. “I'm sick and tired of your foolish ways; ) our fightin9 days are done.99 1 nd with those words so final and cold. She cried as she threw down the 3 Picture This_________________________________ 'N INTERVIEW WITH SISTER W l{ BERN R|) by Joseph Ualkowski, Constance Logue Sister Mary Bernard, for the past three years, has held curricular art classes for all interested stu- dents. When asked about the main ob- jectives of the art course. Sister replied, “The purpose of the pro- gram is to give the student prac- tice in recognizing and producing good art. also to help him develop originality.” She added, “The course is also for the student's en- joyment. “ Many students, both boys and girls, have done without their sched- uled study halls to relax and spend their fifty minutes drawing, painting, molding or creating. Because some students are re- luctant to commit themselves to tak- ing the course because they feel it’s necessary to be an artist before they go in, we asked if any “nat- ural art talents were necessary for enrollment in the course. “Although artistic abilities can benefit the student ’ Sister Mary Bernard informed, “no outstanding talent or experience is necessary. All phases of art. from sketch draw- ing to wire sculpturing are taught, or at least touched upon, by the class- es ’ Participants pay $3.50 for art sup- plies that range from carbon sticks to modeling clay. Academic credits are given for the course. “Besides the half-credit earned ’ Sister Mary Bernard said, “it senes as a preparation lor any collegiate art program. Though it is not nec- essary lor college, this art class has definite benefits to the academic student.' “Then could this program be con- sidered a commercial art course?” we asked. “Not purely. The purpose of the I.inda Novicki, Sister, Joe Waddell. art classes and a commercial art course are different,” concluded Sister Mary Bernard. According to the art students, the only hard part of the course is posing for portrait work while the rest of the class draws. It wouldn’t be so bad, they add, if Sister Mary Bernard didn’t say quite so often, “A picture is worth a thousand words.” 4 WANT TO SHOCK SOMEBODY? by Debra l.ee 1. Have a smile on your face when making your entrance in the morning. 2. Learn the easy technique of walk- ing through the halls in a civilized manner. ★ 3. Avoid being the first to have your name engraved on the demerit list. ★ 4. Sacrifice a study hall which is so valuable to you even though you don’t study, to parti- cipate in school activities. ★ ★ 5. Put that paper for paper-wads to use by writing on it. ★ ★ 6. In class, at least give the teacher your attention, even though you aren’t listening. ★ ★ 7. In the cafeteria, use the silver: you know, knife, fork and spoon, even though ‘fingers were made be- fore forks ★ 8. Try taking at least a couple books home; you'd be surprised at the impression it makes! ★ ★ 9. Keep the rules in the yellow book, if you can bear it; then, see what it s like to wake up with a clear con- science. ★ 10. And last but not least; be a student! The Test Is A Test boys? You’re wrong! In a recent survey I took, 84% of the girls I asked got sick during a test. But only 16% of the boys 1 asked got sick. These figures speak for themselves. In the same survey, 68 girls tap their pens; only 19 boys. Before a test you have two alter- natives: 1) you can get sick. This is the most widely used, or you can, 2) study. Most boys use method number one; and most girls, number two. If this is true, you may ask why do boys always get better marks on tests than girls? Because girls get too nervous. They think if they don’t pass every test they will die. And that is their downfall. Now, boys stay calm during a test and get bet- ter marks. In the last English test we had, out of 100 boys and 100 girls, the average time spent studying for it die girls was 83; for the boys, 86. Thus, a boy can spend less time and get a better mark than girls. The reason for this is girls get too ex- cited during a test while boys are calm. Another example is on our history test. Sixty-eight percent of the girls passed. Of the remaining 32%, 29% said they knew the answers but got too excited and couldn’t write them down. For the boys, 57% passed. Of the remaining 43, 39 said they just didn’t study and 2% forgot to take their books home. The other 2% knew the material but got excited and for- got it. Thus, 87% of the girls that failed got excited and forgot. Only a- bout 6% of the boys used this as an excuse. In summary, boys have proven to be the stronger sex and can take the pressures of a test while girls can- not. 5 AN EXCEPTION Shaun leaned through the glass door, tilting her chin and straighten- ing her shoulders as the kids eyes followed her in. They were like a cloudy bank of fog, pushing at her sides. For a moment she could hear the soft wheeze of the door, closing out the October air. Then, the hangout buzzed back to life, swallowing Shaun in the yelling, crowding, giggling, gossiping of her classmates. She vaulted books, binders, feet and eased into the booth beside the j uke box. It was her seat, just as if her name were carved into it. She pressed over into the wall; her loafer bent against the floor as the rest of the gang nudged their way into the booth. It was her place, the place she had earned when she became one of that gang, the school’s most envied group. All the kids were at Ken’s to- day. They were waiting. The ballots for Miss Academy were being tallied back in the school office, and the first place the news would reach when they opened the last vote would be Ken’s. HER EYES FLASHED around the room. Everything was in place; Joe raced from table to table with his tray of cokes; the hi-fi blared from its corner. She hated the din and confusion of the little drugstore, the kids com- ing day after day, drinking coke af- ter coke, because someone might forget what they look like if they missed even one day. It pounded a- gainst her skull, but two years with Academy High’s most envied group had taught her that the kids at school considered more than a girl’s personality when they decided whether they would be accepted, or voted Miss Academy. That’s why A-line skirts brushed her legs and mohair scratched the back of her neck like sandpaper beneath her long brown hair. That’s why she fingered the silver cross about her throat in classes, staring at the neg- lected lessons on her desk, sacri- ficed to the din at Ken’s. Shaun had learned to play their game, and she played it top league; the whispers the drugstore proved it. It was worth it; the Miss Academy title was go- ing to be hers. She glanced across the table, ringed from coke glasses and dotted with cracker crumbs. She tried to tell what Judy thought of the whole thing. She was chattering endlessly, stopping only for little gasps of air between phrases. She was new at this kind of thing, and looked around after each sentence, as if to look for disapproval on the faces of her friends. But Judy could not un- derstand Shaun’s attitude toward the gang. She had not struggled to be accepted. Shaun had simply walked up to her one day and asked her to have a coke. The rest of the gang had silenced and stared, but Judy was accepted. Ever since, she and Shaun had travelled together, Shaun leading, and Judy following like a caboose along for the ride. SHE HAD FINALLY paid her way, though. She had helped Shaun get the Miss Academy title. Shaun’s gang couldn’t control the whole school’s vote, and the other girl was pretty in a childish sort of way. Her pale eyes sparkled out of the china doll face like the bulbs on a Christmas tree, and she had the time of day for everyone in the school, j ust everyone. Shaun had wrinkled her forehead at that; she knew the remarks that flew behind her back when she came into class in a new madras j umper or walked to class beside the school’s star foot- ball player weren’t all made by the kids she ran around with. The others were j ealous, and she j ust might lose if enough of them voted the other way out of spite. But Judy would not have let her down. The Pepsodent smile that beamed at Shaun could not be mis- taken for anything but gratitude, the loyalty of a young puppy. Judy had taken care of it; her friends could swing support to Shaun. Judy had taken care of the other girl’s chan- ces; she wouldn’t risk Shaun’s frown. A sharp glance could make her mince steps like a Chinese lady. No, Shaun’s life was secure; Judy had paid her way well. Shaun snapped her head up, her thoughts jarred by the yell They’re here!’ The room quieted, as if a 6 noose slipped about its neck, chok- ing off all sound. Suddenly the name buzzed about the room like electri- city. Shaun saw the words on the faces that glanced toward the j uke box; she heard them in the voices that melted like snowflakes. A furry dot raced around the wall of her brain; her toes dug into the floor like roots, searching for water. SHE FLEW TO THE DOOR, the sound of the other girl’s feet pound- ing in her head. She felt her close behind, nipping her heels puppy- like. She turned, facing the girl like a wall; her hand cracked against the cheekbone, then she ran. Judy stood in the doorway, watching the back disappear down the street; she was outlining the red on her cheek with her finger. And I Quote... by Chris Cartwright Wise men and wise sayings—they knew their business well. But with a new generation changes are bound to be made. Here is what would probably result if teenagers had spoken these words. “Where is there a man with soul so dead that he hasn’t heard of D.D.D.? “Early to bed and early to rise makes for health, wealth and no homework.’ “Time is an herb that does not grow around here. “The sleeping fox catches a de- merit slip. 4‘The key is always bright, when it isn’t lost. “Wealth is heard of but seldom seen. “Deny lunch for self’s sake. “O English book, English book, wherefore art thou English book? “...and the elements so mixed in him that natu-e might stand up and say to all the world, ‘This is a French student. “Et-tu, history?” “If thou read this homework, O student, thou mayst live; if not, the Fates with parents will contrive. “One for trouble, and trouble for all. Alumni News Where the Grads by Rhea Ann Stevenson Mike llajduk Betty Olsofka Are... Andy Chalot Through four years of high school, there is one goal on the horizon- graduation. Those who have attained this have a few “words to the wise to offer to the struggling students at Y.C. LARRY SCIIAW ABENBAl’ER, a freshman at Venango Campus, finds that the main difference with his college life is more study. LARRY I.ENOVICII, a sophomore at Saint Francis College, majors in biology and has many outside activities: Sportsmen Club, of which he is sec- retary; Delta Sigma Phi Fraternity and Intramural football. Although he finds college life more demanding than high school, he likes it much better. BETTY OKSOEKA, a student X-ray technician at Franklin Hospital, says that college teaches you to handle many new and different situations. ANDY CHALOT, a student at Cannon College, sends this word, “Study now and avoid trying to learn quick how to do it right. CATHY OWENS, planning a professional singing career, says “Any students who have interests in fields other than those covered in high school, don’t be afraid to follow it through. MIKE IIA.IDI K, a freshman at Gannon College, is also a pre-med stu- dent majoring in chemistry. English, to him, is the most important subject to study. MIKE FLETCHER, a midshipman fourth class at the L.S. Naval Acad- emy in Annapolis, is majoring in nuclear physics. The Catholic choir and Plebe soccer team provide his outside interests. He sends us an interesting observation, “No girls; less time to study: everything is regulated by a strict routine. His advice is even more revealing, extended to all students, both boys and girls, “Come to the Naval Academy after high school. It is interesting to note that of the 17 graduates listed, 8 do not plan to return to Oil City mainly because of the limited opportunities, 8 are not sure and 1 definitely plans to return. One final note for Mike Fletcher, a bus load of girls lias already left VC and is due to arrive at Annapolis on Jan. 1. 1965. 7 Getting To Know You by Margaret Burns, Diana ( Joe Smith, a happy-go-lucky se- nior at V.C. believes that classes have been harder this year than ever before, but that most subj ects are creative and interesting. Because of his interest in future years, J oe plans to attend either Rutger’s Uni- versity or Clarion State Teacher’s College. Besides working on subj ects, Joe has many activities and past- times. He is active in the printing club and is president of the science club. He also works at the J.C. Pen- ney Co., is a participating CYC mem ber and enjoys outdoor life like skating and hunting. Michael Burke is a freshman here at Venango Christian. He enjoys school because of new acquaintances with different people. Also the stu- dies interest him. Mechanical draw- ing and science are his favorite sub- jects. Although he is a newcomer, a re- sponsible position was given him as representative in Student Council. He comments that he likes it. Carol Hall, senior academic stu- dent at V.C. is a girl who is really planning her future as a cadet teach- er with Mercyhurst. She believes that with a great deal of effort on the student’s part, he or she will be able to handle college and become a success in life. Carol noted that already this year school work has zlonka, I nulv Sustak taken up most of her time, but still gives her a chance for activities. She is in the third year of forensics, Vice-President of the National Hon- or Society, co-worker in Great Books, manager of Varsity Cheer- leading and president of the French Club. Joe Waddell, Mary Catherine Fitz- gerald: Students to know? Beth Niederriter, a sophomore academic student, belongs to the Junior Red Cross and French Clubs. During the summer she babysat for her family and neighbors. Beth’s fav- orite subj ect is math and she plans to become a teacher after graduation. Beth Niederriter, Michael Burke, Carol Hall. The dignity is debatable. Joe Waddell is a very responsi- ble and excellent honor student. As a member of Honor Society, he must carry out responsibilities and this club offers a lot of it. Besides hav- ing such an honored position, his time is also occupied by Foren- sics, Science Club, Great Books, Student Council Convention Commi- ttee and last but not least, a pos- ition in the band. He believes that V.C. trains more for those going into academic life than social life. Joe wants to better his education by going into college into the engineering field. Experience for his future plan was gained by working for a building contractor this summer. Mary Fitzgerald is a junior at V.C. and plans to be a practical nurse. The reason for this choice is because she saw how people suffer and would like to help them. The opportunity was gained by working at the Oil City Hospital as a Candy Striper. She commented that studies this year have increased for her and time must be equaled. Mary is a member of the Spanish Club, Forensics, and is also a Library Aid. Her favorite subjects are history and English. Patrick Fletcher, a very active sophomore academic student, is a member of the school football team. He participates in the following clubs: football, debate and Barque. During his spare time he washes cars at his father’s garage in Fry- burg. Pat’s favorite subj ect is math and he plans to be an electrical en- gineer following graduation. Diane Rogers, a freshman stu- dent, hopes to join the Mission and Spanish Clubs this year and to par- ticipate in Forensics mext year. When asked for her impression of Venango Christian, she said that she likes it much more than grade school. Diane’s favorite subj ects are home ec, gym and civics. In the future she hopes to attend Mercy- hurst as a cadet teacher. 8 QUEST FOR SPACE a 0=5‘V Rhea Ann Stevenson A place for everything and everything in its place is a good philosophy to follow if you have e- nough places. A bedroom of a teenager is a vast expanse according to parents, but we know better, don’t we? There are too many valuable priceless ob- j ects to stuff them in any place of seclusion. The wt rid should be able to see all the wonders one can col- lect in 15 years of hectic life. STUFFED ANIMALS are the first requisite for any boudoir. At least 20 are needed for a complete set. The tops of chests make excellent places to perch them. If you get enough to cover the entire top, you might not have to dust so often. The head board of your bed is also an ideal display rack. PERFUMES and cosmetics pre- sent another problem. Most dressers do not have nearly enough space to accomodate all the needs of an active young lady. A convenient hiding place is in the heating vent on the floor, if the heat is turned off. In the winter most girls have a real problem. You can’t put the assorted bottles on the tops of other chests because they’re already taken by the stuffed animals. Walls are another limited space item. Every red-blooded teenager must hang pictures of Dick Chamber- lain, Jim Franciscus and Troy Dona- hue. Of course, mother always adds I Shied Over You by Marla Savage I’m shy, not desperately, miser- ably timid but mcasily, quietly shy. My analysis of my affliction is ra- ther shaky so I won’t go into it in detail, but I think I’m suffering from an adolescent psycho- insecurity complex resulting in traumas. My shyness is only aroused by cer- tain antagonistic classes such as boys, teachers and the extrovert who always says something cool and sharp to completely destroy my small store of confidence, which often takes months to restore. Sometimes I search my insipid brain for minutes even, trying to think of something flippant and unaffected to throw back into the smirking face of the hated cxtiovert, I always think of the per- fect thing but invariably I never have the opportunity to use itj as a result, my mind is cluttered with the bodies of dead insults and sarcastic touch- When I try to carry on a slightly intelligent conversation with a boy, I either end up saying nothing at all or,what I do manage to get out, ends up having no significance whatso- ever. Again I waste valuable mi- nutes thinking of fascinating, flir- tacious little nothings to giggle at like the other girls. I read .Seven- teen and all those other girl’s ma- gazines in a desperate effort to re- tain at least a minimum amount of femininity. 1 guess as far as boys fo, I’m abnprmal because I can’t ring myselt to giggle and I’d rather read Popular Mechanics.’’And even if I did know how to flirt, I’d be a- fraid to have it work. Can you imagine what effect male teachers have on my emotional sta- bility? I have an obvious problem, but I’ve got another that’s not so ob- vious and twice as serious. I don’t mind being shy at all. a few of her favorites, usually your first baby picture. Where can you find place for that? b (iQ cO A newf dress or a new pair of shoes is a minor catastrophe in any normal household. Hangers are an ex- treme scarcity in an ordinary closet. You inevitably end up w’ith a blouse over the bedpost. Floor space in the closet becomes valuable when shoes are in the offing. At least three dozen pairs (most of them worn out) are there. Everybody has her own way of disposing of boxes or stacking them to permit a new addition. elbow room. Space will soon be a commodity that will be bought and sold. I guess the best advice for everyone is buy now before the rush, but where can you find the space to bty? 9 JOCUS: Photos by fed Szalewicz Everyone Mr. Robert Ebbert is V.C.H.S.' Plant Engineer... His Man Friday; Whose face do you see every day whose name you may noi know? The name of the familiar face is Mr. Robert Ebbert, our maintenance manager. This article is to spot- light some of the duties and ser- vices performed by Mr. Ebbert beyond the call of duty. Without his assistance, we’d have some time getting through a day. He has been with us since Ve- nango opened its doors to students almost three years ago. During this time he has been our helping hand in the smooth running of the school. We do not realize how much he has done, maybe because of the way he does these things—quietly and stead- ily without demanding attention or upsetting the schedule. IUH “Plant Engineer’ is a funny term; it means 10 an electrician... We Have Ours All Week Long MR. EBBERT DOES all he can to make things convenient and use- ful. You’ll never see him wasting time or idling. For example, he put up shelves and cabinets in the Art and Press Rooms that eliminate much disorder. He fixed a sound system so that at dances we could enjoy the music, and he also put in a graduated lighting system. Mr. Ebbert finds out what needs to be done, finishes it, and goes on to something else from dawn to dusk. He is at the school at all times, willingly helping those in need. At proms, dinners, and myriad meet- ings, he faithfully and constantly stays to do the little things that people do not ordinarily notice but could not ordinarily do without. When an electrical difficulty is encountered, he proceeds to the heart of the problem—his time is always your time! You can count on Mr. Ebbert to right the wrong! Along with all this is his smile and warm personality. He’s never too tired to answer a greeting given him by a student as he walks down the hall. His friendly manner wins many friends, in school and out repairman... and carpenter to 550 students and a faculty. 11 BLACK GOD OIL As I recall, the scene was on my patio and I was playing basketball with a couple of my friends. As I looked at my team mate she yelled a lot of mumbo jumbo that ended up in bull instead of ball. A few days later at school I was being called bull instead of Ann. At first, I wasn't sure whether I liked it or not, but just the same I had been labeled Bull. A couple of weeks went by and one day I was downtown with my mother and I heard someone yell, , Hey.Bull!M Of course my mother was nearly panic- stricken when I replied Hi!” She said, “Who-is-Bull?” When I told her that was my nickname, I thought she was going to disown me right then and there. At her weekly bridge club meeting, somehow or other I always get involv- ed as a topic of conversation. I usually walk into the room j ust at the peak of the conversation when I hear my mother's melodic voice, Oh, Ann Marie. Right then I wonder why couldn't my name be anything but good, old, sweet- sounding Ann Marie. It's not that I don't like the name but it just doesn't suit me. When my mother hears this she says, I suppose Bull is any better? One day I had a date for a school dance. When he arrived I invited him in to meet my parents, but before he was in the door my parents were telling him my life history and those horrid names they called my when I was about two years old. All night long my date reminded me continously of Annie Roonie and Minnie Mountain. All I do is hope that time will help him forget those cute little names. It's always pleasant to have brothers who embarrass you at the nicest times. One day, for example, some of my girl friends and myself were at our house. Good old charming Bill yells in, Hey,Moose, how did you get loose? and of course my friends picked it up and the next day at school they weren't the only ones laughing. I love nice, charming, sweet and considerate brothers like mine. I realize teachers have a hard time catching on to some of the nick- names, but how come mine seems to be caught last? It all starts when the teacher says, Marie, can you give that answer? The class is si- lent for about 5 minutes and rhe tea- cher is getting a little perturbed and the next thing I know....guess who little old Marie is? Then, the teach- er says isn't your name Marie? And before I can open my mouth the class says: No, her name is Bull. Huh-u-huh, it's Moose. Huh-u-huh, it's Punk. (That's a new one to me.) This goes on un- til the class is in a turmoil and the teacher regrets ever calling on me. The time I remember most was on the bus. A girl I have known for two year s whispered to Chris, What is Bull's real name? Chris told her and she said, That’s funny, I always thought her name was Ver- onica. Now how' in the world can you get Veronica and Bull out of Ann Marie? At this point I think I would even settle for George! I� Daniel Goodman t€Oil! oil!” they heard him cry. And the old rig shook with the blast. Straining pumps brought up the cruder Oil was found at last. Deep in the heart of PennI 9s great land, Deep in the guts of the earth, Oil came up from everywhere, I he ground at last gave birth. Suddenly oil was everywhere; It bubbled from pumps and wells. Huge rocks split and oil poured out, Hlaek gold from the lakes of hell. Men came to try their hand And make a fortune royal. They drilled their pipes And out it came, their god almighty oil. They came Qnd built their shacks and stores, Overnight a thousand were rich; Oil rained from artisian wells From every stream and ditch. To tens grew fast and men giew mean, A million barrels a day and more. And still it came, black and cold; The town began to roar. And late one night no one felt The ground9s slight shake and boil. Thousands awoke and quickly found Gone was their black god oil. 12 The Time Of My Life by Mary Jane Fink This may be short or it may be long. I’m not sure and I probably won't be until I’m finished. And this won't be finished until I figure out how much time I have to do it in. And the moment, paragraph, sen- tence, word, syllable or dot of the i I figure out how much time I have... it's finished. You see, my whole life is one big time clock. (1 put one in there instead of a because if I put a instead of one I'll have .4 of a second left over and that tends to throw my whole day off. I suppose if it went on like that every day it would throw my whole life off. And I dearly hope that will never happen because I won't have time to figure out what I'm going to have to do a- bout it.) Anyway, getting back to that time clock...(Excuse me, I have to cross out that and putin the because that demands .01 of a second more than I have time for.) BUT I MUST get on to a more general area because I not only haven’t time to keep this up, but I haven't paper, either. But to start with, I wake up in the morning in 3 minutes. I have 4, but I figure 1 can use the extra mi nute some place else. I then have 10 minutes in the bathroom because my sister gets up and starts pounding on the door 9 minutes after I get in. I usually use up the extra minute I saved getting up pounding back. Now I have 20 seconds to get downstairs, which I usually make in 10 because Mom is chasing me down for pounding on the door at 6:10 in the morning. It takes me 3 seconds to get to the kitchen.. 5 if I trip over the dog who is lying in the doorway. Another 10 to get him to stop yelping if I do trip over him in the first place. (Note -if pre- sent conditions, calculations and computations are right, I have 10 minutes left to fini sh this.) Then, it takes 10 minutes to fix it and 2 to eat it. So next, I run up- stairs in 1 minute (2% if I trip over the dog who had lain back down a- gain.) The next 10-13 minutes, I spend in getting dressed. If I have any time left over, I use it arguing with my mother about why I’m not going to wear the scarf she spent 4 of her 62 minutes, before housework, ironing. Anyway I have 4 minutes to run to my bus 4 blocks away. (3lA if I argue with Mom and 3 if she wins.) If I reach the bus-stop, I wait 5 min- utes for the bus and 10 to get on it. We have 7-10 minutes to get to school; however there can be a great variety here if our faithful bus driver waits for the go light at every intersection. Between the time the bus stops and my first class starts, is 20 minutes. If I tried to explain what I did in that 30 min- utes I’d only have 12 seconds of my remaining 5 minutes, being used to write this, left. Until 3:45, Urn in school, having classes, running through the halls, tripping down the stairs, and just having an all-round ball. The things I have to do be- tween all that are unbelievable. I suppose it can best be explained by comparing it to pouring a pot of cof- fee into a thermometer...it just won't fit. But going on, let's skip the part about the bus again, I haven't the time to tell you about what can happen riding a few blocks home from school. Oh, well, there's 3 minutes to run home again and 2 minutes to get past the dog who is now tied in front of the house and fully aware that it's I who’s been kicking him every morning. 2 more minutes to walk in the living room and drop my books all over the floor. Another 3 to pick them up again be- cause my mother’s standing in the other doorway. 21 seconds to run up- stairs, (I'm slower going up)-24 if I trip. (I'm rather awkward going up- stairs and through doorways.) 10 minutes to change clothes and 20 seconds to get back downstairs. 5 minutes to tell Mom what a great cook she is and 4 more to tell why I'm not going to eat the 7-course meal she's cooking up. Then I run back to the living room (after I talk to Mom, I usually have to anyway) to start my homework. It takes me 45 minutes to start it, and 6 hours to do it and a minute and a half to fi- nish. It’s then 9:30 and I spend the next half hour sitting at the bottom of the stairs yelling at whoever's in the bathroom to get out so I can take a short bath. So then I get in, and a half hour later I get out. Then I get into bed and do the usual for about 8 hours. It's a shame that the only thing in the entire 24 hour day there's time to do has to be done when I'm asleep and not able to enjoy it. But then if I never went to sleep I wouldn't be in quite the condition to enjoy anything. But still, if I never went to sleep, I wouldn't have to wake up to such a hectic day. But still, considering I’d have all that time left over and my whole schedule would be messed up and I would have to write this all over again and I haven’t got time 'cause my 10 minutes is...just... about (just a second now)...up! 13 Stick My Neck Out? by Christine Gureczny, Kathleen Rice an old lady about 70, as she was crossing the street. The man was being spoken to by his business associate. They'll probably want us to appear in court to testify ' said the friend. Who, me? Testify? Why should I stick my neck out for someone else? It's none of my business. All one has to do to find apathy is to look at the person sitting across from you at the table or sitting next to you on the bus. You will probably find marked indifferentism of one sort or another written all over his face. It may not be as easy to find as it was in the 38 people who watched a girl bleed to death. Each time those 38 people stood at their windows watching her die, with no more concern than it they had been watching a street cleaner sweep up the paper and debris in the gutter, the silence of those 38 human beings screamed for all the world to hear, I don’t care what happens to her! Maybe that man in the elevator would never be confronted with the situa- tion that faced the people on a California street as they watched a 19 year old boy be stabbed. He told his own story: “| looked up and saw blood on my hands. I ran to a car that had stopped to watch. I said 'Will you help me get to a hospital?’ They rolled up their windows and drove away. I went to a man in a truck. He pulled around me, drove away and left me standing there.” It sur- prises me that those people did not tell him that they didn’t care what happen- ed to him, instead of just driving away, leaving him to find what help he could. Maybe the person sitting across the table from you was one of the 50 people who stood on the bank of a river to watch a woman scream with terror as she drowned. Her car had gone over the bank into the water. She had managed to get out of the car onto its roof. As she felt it sink she cried to the people on the bank, I can't swim. I can’t swim. Please, someone help me!” No one moved. No one cared. Some people may be alarmed by by the statement, but still more will nod their heads in agreement. What business is it of yours if someone is hurt? What right do you have in inter- fering? What good can it do? After all, you can't fight City Hall. No one cares about anyone but the big I. John Doe doesn't care if his business associate is going under; that's all the more for him. Debbie Doolittle doesn't care if Nora Nobody is ostracized from the gang because of false, vicious rumors; it makes her j ust a little more popular. The senior class of Anywhere High School doesn’t care when one of its members becomes seriously ill; he wasn't any fun to be with anyway; he was just too much ot a brain. In today’s world, too many people are just average. News broadcasters term him the ‘‘man on the street.” He is the guy next door or your best friend. Advertising agencies play on the ‘‘average” man’s likes and dis- likes. Salesmen sell products made for the averoge” individual. Tele- vision programs for the average” child range from Beany and Cecil” to Mickey Mouse Club.” Records are cut for the average” teenager with sounds from Dua Ditty” to I Love You-Ringo.” The majority of people do not ap- prove of bikinis, but they do accept and condone them because they are an accepted fad. No one can dare to be different, so everyone is wearing or saying, or doing the same thing because they fear ostracism from so- ciety. The voter of today votes Repub- lican or Democratic, without really knowing why. Everyone hates Com- munism because they have been told it is evil. But not very many know why capitalism is better or if it is better at all. Today, the average person leads a patterned life. He rises in the mor- ning, goes to work, comes home, and goes to bed. Anything else, other than what he is accustomed to doing does not concern him. And that s a pity. Because when enough people stop caring about each other, they're going to stop car- ing about their government, and when they wake up from their apathetic dream, they’ll find America gone, which is only proper since there weren’t any Americans to live in it. Their day of reckoning will have come, and they will find the words of Benjamin Franklin ringing in their ears: As we must account for every word, so must we for every idle si- lence.” And they will have paid for th eir silence with their lives and their liberties. 14 A BOD E F Gee! r Klub Korner Much of Mr. Carl Brozeski’s spare time is spent in directing the V.C.H.S. school band ... fortunately. Dollars F or Digits by William Ed wards Joe Wishnok, the winner of last month9s Name-the Baby contesl correclly identified Mary Jane Siehert, Dan Goodman, Becky Hall, and Charles Staab to receive a free set of VCHS decals. Try this one yourself, why donft you? Take the serial number from the fire extinguisher in the first floor janitor’s room, subtract the first five digits of the phone number by the gym, subtract five, divide by the number of screws on the middle hinge of the door leading to the caf- eteria, add the number of bolts on a cafeteria chair, subtract the total number of hall lockers in the school, divide by the number of drinking fountains in the downstairs hall. Then add the room number of the cafeteria kitchen, subtract this total from the last 3 digits on the tele- phone number at Exit A. Add three times the number of stens at Exit A and subtract 11. The first person to present the answer, and the significance of the answer to Sister Mary Peter will have his Barque subscription refunded. A fallacy is a false idea, a mis- taken belief and a ridiculous error. For example: it is a fallacy to think that typing is hard to learn. Anyone believing such a conception is sim- ple beyond simplicity. It takes a learned person, as well as an exper- ienced one, to realize that it takes no talent to type out the mixed up alphabet in front of you into a nor- mal, good-looking order. Proof I: I belong to a Type I class. Proof II: After beginning on September second, I am now at the accom- plished rate of 50 minutes per word. (That's with no mistakes) I shall proceed. How have I come to this advanced state in my course? This question is asked me by many who desire the trick of getting along with Christo- pher Latham Sholes perfected in- vention. It was quite simple. It took no more than it would take any high iQ'er. I just walked into the type room, after receiving directions from four faculty members, and sat down at one of the desks. I was complete- ly self-assured and confident . What could this machine do to me? You are now seated. You look up. Your instructor smiles, reminds you all glasses should be on (for no obvious reason) and hints that it's time to begin. After opening your book to the correct page and getting your fingers oiled and ready to go and placed on home keys, you are settled and prepared to press down on one of those 26 letters. In the meantime, the sound being mumbled from the front of the room sounds like: Stop, return. Let me tell you the next step. You sit there, feet on the floor, and watch the book. Fingers back on home keys and a big smile on your face, you start, while telling yourself: Noth- ing is wrong; nothing is wrong; noth- ing — is — wrong, nothing... You take all fingers off home keys, open the book, and begin again. Your hardest part is over; you are now ready to hand in your paper. You get up, thinking it s been a perfect class, and advance to the front of the room. A thud is heard and you find you’ve tripped over the cords from the electrics in the middle rows. Not long and you are gently lifted on a stretch- er. The class goes on as before and as you leave you hear a poundi ng in your ears, the challenging, immortal: a«df space jkl; space... 15 b I rank Shialahba They Are The Harder They Fall Rebounding, setting up plays and both bovs. The Bigg er Rhotos by l ed Szalewicz As the '64-'65 basketball season becomes a reality, most Venango Christian fans are heard posing two standard questions. First, will we have a winner; and second, if so. who do we have to blame for it0 The answer to the first question is easy. It's a confident, Your dam tootin’ we will !•• The second query requires a little studied analy- sis, but it still presents no great problem. Who’s to blame9 Let’s start at the ceiling with the unas- suming name of Anthony Schill. When he’s on a basketball court, he isn’t Anthony anymore: he's “Tony the Tiger.’’ Our 6 4” center “pumps the points’’ with an accurate eye and a very long arm! In other words he’s “G-r-r-r-r-r e a t!” scoring will be Sam Leta. Often Sam’s the guy who sets up the big boys. On many occasions, however, he’s a mighty big boy in the scoring room himsell Sam will undoubtedly have another standout season this year. Dave Henderson, who lettered last year, heads a fine Viking back- court. Dave’s a good ball handler and is an integral part of our new fast break which has been employed so successfully in the early stages of the season. Pat O’Malley is cap- able at the other guard position, but Joe Fonzo’s unexpected return will bring about a little less security for Pat and a little more hustle from If what I’ve already mentioned isn’t enough to bring a smile to Coack Eckert’s face, then Joe Ho- man is. Joe's got a jump shot that would take a Bill Russel to block. His rebounding ability is invaluable to the Vikings. He is fast, the most improved member of the squad. I may sound a little optimistic, but I don’t want to. I want to shout it across the Allegheny! “We're going to be a winner!’’ We are last, experienced and spirited, and as Coach Eckert would say, “If we wanted to win any more games this year, we’d have to sched- ule more.’’ JANUARY — 1965 • Sat. Central Christian, Bradford... 13 Wed. Sts. Cosmas Damien, Punxsutawney 16 Sat. St. Joseph, Titusville___ 20 Wed. Immaculate Conception, Clarion 24 Sun. Cathedral Prep, Erie ______________ 29 Fri. St Francis, Clearfield_______ 31 Sun. St. Agatha, Mead ville FEBRUARY — 1965 Home Away 7 Sun. St. Michael, Greenville........................... Home Away 10 Wred. St. Joseph, Titusville ........................... Home Home 13 Sat. St. Gregory, North East................ Away Away 19 Fri. Sts. Cosmas Damien, Punxsutawney Home Away 21 Sun. St. Agatha, Meadville___________________ Away Home 23 Tues. St. Michael, Greenville ............. Away Pre-game Prophecies Frank Shialabba Venango appears to be headed for its finest season. This sports writer has summoned up all his courage in an attempt to predict just how fine. You could never imagine the cost of such an undertaking. In dollars and cents, it is sizeable. Forty-five body guards and judo lessons aren’t cheap at today’s prices, but to me the loss of my peace of mind is of a far greater cost. At a- bout 4 o’clock every morning two hairy arms reach out from a seven foot hanger. They squash me into a small sphere and begin to bounce me very gingerly a- gainst the ceiling. 1 try not to think about it. I try to think about predicting basketball games. The following are a few I managed to jot down while on the rebound. After crushing the alumni 70-41, the Black and Gold traveled to Bradford where they were staging an upset until the closing minutes of the game. Brad- ford overcame a seven-point deficit to send the game into overtime. They said it was a foul; we said it was foul play. Either way, however, it was gloom time for the Vikings. The final score, 63 62; and all we could say was Wait ’till next time.’’ When next time” rolls around, I predict that it will have been well worth waiting for. You can call it the law' of averages or even the power of revenge, but whatever, it is my belief that we will upend Bradford here at home, indulging them with 54 points while taking 62 ourselves. Saint Gregory’s came to our fair city and we sent them home on the los- ing end of a 28-35 decision. When we next meet in Northeast, we’ll see a little more scoring. They can out-basket us as far as grapes are concerned, but when it comes to basketball, we reap a much greater harvest. Let's give the Vikings 58 points to 50 for the Crusaders. Scheduling Cathedral Prep for two games this year showed that if we’ve got nothing else, we’ve got guts. Who ever said you could win on guts alone? They might make it close at home, but in Erie we’ll have a hard time maintain- ing our self-respect. My prediction: Home—Prep, 58; VC, 62. Away—Prep, 90; VC, 70. Things will start looking up when we play St. Francis. 1 expect two well- fought games with Venango winning, both by small margins. My prediction: at home—VC, 65; St. Francis, 55. Away— VC, 62; St. Francis, 58. No matter what the weather is like, the forecast for Clarion when they play VC will be cloudy with scattered showers and possible cloudbursts. Let’s call a 70—50 deluge for our first encounter and a mild hurricane of 76—72 for the second. Still resting on our laurels, we could be in for a rude awakening when we meet Sts. Cosmas and Damien at Punxsatawney. I see a very strong Punxsv, a very cold Venango, and we lose 54—45. St. Joseph’s, Titusville, is coming off a pretty good season, but they’ve lost a little too much to overcome a more experienced Viking squad. We’ll take two games here: 62—18 at Tit usvillc and 62—46 at home. A brand of humans different from that of the globetrotters will be dis- played when we play St. Agatha's, but it will be just as funny for the fans of the Black and Gold. My prediction: a 68—48 hometown comedy and a 56—18 sidesplitter at Mead ville. Of all the teams we play in a season, one stands out as the real big one. Coincidently, we have been losing to that team for some time now. For this reason, I'll have to favor the side of sweet revenge. The scores don't really matter, but I think that 110—39 in favor of Venango has a kind of a nice ring to it. I'll get a little more practical and call it 82—59 for the Vikes at Greenville. In the whole, the season could be summed up as modestly fantastic. The final tally shows 15 wins and only 4 losses for the much improved crew of Coach Bill Eckert PAT O’MALLEY 17 SAM 1.ITA I Blew The I . v V It was just an old gasoline station filled with dingy souvenirs, a small snack bar and an unbelievable display of fireworks. But it charged the blank uninterested look of Chuck’s eyes with a lethal |dose of electric, lie was my big, brown haired cousin, age 13. and his eyes |were glowing a brilliant orange. Chuck whispered hoarsely, “Go to the car and get our money. And hurry! RAN TO the car for the small black wallet. “There, I said, “Now what? But Chuck didn’t hear me: he was lean- ing against the glass display case staring at the fireworks. A fat, red nosed old man in a dirty white shirt broke the trance. “See something you like, kids? Which ones make the most noise? Chuck said. “The small red ones, replied the old man. “They really pack a wal- lop. Chuck opened our wallet soberly and handed the man all our change. “Jl ST TELL US when it’s used up, he said. With the agreement made, he began to look thoughtfully at the red fire- crackers. Then I interrupted. “Chuck, we can’t get those. They’re too loud’ Dad won't let us keep them and we can’t use them any where. es, we can, he said shortly, “I was only going to get a few large cherry bombs. The rest will be small ones, o.k.? Come on, o.k.? “O.K. But I just want small ones. The man put our purchases in a small brown paper bag and gave them to Chuck. “Now, don’t you two get into trouble with those things. And be careful! We rushed back to the car where everyone was waiting and took our seats quietly. No one noticed the unusual bulge in Chuck’s shirt or in the manner in which he held his arms folded. It occured to me that to them he may have look- ed like an Indian all the time. Finally we reached our camp site in the State Park. Chuck and I raced to a large tree near the seashore. This was certainly the time. said. GET SOME MATCHES under the stove. 1 want to try these out, Chuck As I went back to the tent for the matches, I considered my usual prob- lem: Why do I always have to do everything? But I knew tetter than to let Chuck hear me. The answer was obvious: “Because, or, “Because I’m older than you. I reached the tree where Chuck was digging at its bark and handed him the matches. He then solemnly withdrew from the crumpled bag five large red firecrackers and three smaller ones. “I thought you said we would get more smaller ones9 How come there are more big ones then9’’ I asked. 1 did not, he said; “I said we would get a few big ones and five isn’t very many. I can’t help it if the bigger ones cost more, can I? “I guess not, I answered. “Now step back, Chuck ordered, “and we’ll test a couple. 18 In Defense Of Council by Michael Yeager Sister Mary Louis,Gary Hawk —Too much time consumed? Too much effort wasted on a student body that criticizes? In the last issue of the Barque, Roving Reporter asked, “Do you feel you and your fellow students are adequately voiced through our Student Coun- cil? ' Some of the students expressed the opinion that we are not well repre- sented. But there are others who do not agree. Here is their reply: Then he lit the smaller ones and they let off singly, leaving only small bits of paper in the hard red clay bank. Chuck scanned the area for spies and proceeded to light the first large one. It responded with a loud blast and a small spray of loose sand. We rose slowly from behind the nearby rock. This time. Chuck lit a larger one and placed it in an empty tin can. The explosion filled the air and the top of the can blew off. I was braver now. “('an I light one? “No, he said. “Why not? I demanded. “I helped pay for them! “Well, o.k. But be careful how you do it, warned Chuck. HE HANDED ME a red one with a green fuse. When I grasped it in my hand, he screamed. “ Ah, you're holding it the wrong way! Here, he took it back again. “But let me show you how. We’ll see if this thing can go off under water. Stepping back I let Chuck take his rightful place again. “After all, I thought, he knows all a- bout these things. He’s older. The third fuse was lit and the fourth sending spurts of water sail- ing up and issuing a loud noise. THEN GATHERING ENOUGH courage to ask again to light the last one, we heard the noise of a car cruising slowly up the road. Chuck j erked my arm and yelled, “Duck� I asked “Why? “Spies. Be quiet! he whispered. And as I crawled through the woods on my hands and knees with the cherry bomb clenched in my list, I pondered, Spies, P—O—L— COVER STORY The joys of Christmas are not totally lost: Candy Stripers Joyce Leicht and Mary Kay Smith con- vey good wishes and gifts to young children at the Oil City Hospital during the holidays. Since the innovation of Student Council in 1962, there has been a constant stream of non-constructive criticism from some of the student body. Well, your accusations of inadequacy will be dealt with here and now. The real facts will be list- ed again to remind you, our forgetful group of conscientious objectors. Let’s examine just a few of the Council’s accomplishments in the last three years. Re member that bleak time when only white milk was served for lunch. Look at your lunch tray today. Maybe you’re drinking white, but it’s more likely you’ve chosen chocolate. This was a result of Council action in November of 1962. Most forgotten and neglected of all is that little Suggestion Box. You forget insignificant things like these. You clamor for more momentous decisions. But you ignore your present means of repre- sentation. MANY OF YOUR successful school dances were made possible by Council activity. But you only re- member the fun you had. And what a- bout library hours? Remember when the library was open only during school time and quite limited then. It’s easy to neglect Council ac- tions once they’re in effect. And these are just a few of the many re- sults of your Student Council. Your school nickname was promoted in 1962. In 1963, Venango’s Student Council leadership of Northwestern Pennsylvania schools was establish- ed. And the more recent Initiation Dance was approved as a result of Council work in 1964. With all this, you continue to complain. You say the Council never does anything. You don’t respect your own elected representatives be- cause your requests are ignored. Well, look at the record. You can’t have every little convenience for your heart’s desire. But when some- thing big comes up, see where it starts. You’re in for quite a surprise. Freshman representative, Eugene Andres sums it up like this. If Stu- dent Council hasn’t been functioning as possible.it is the fault of the stu- dent body. If the students aren’t go- ing to support us, then w ho will? You, the student objectors, answer that one. 19 FEATURES- 12 13 14 15 18 19 Defeated, Carol llall Picture This, Joseph Balkowski, Connie Logue Want To Shock Somebody?, Debra L ee 1 he Test Is a Test, Charles letter And I Quote..., Christine Cartwright Where the Grads Are..., Rhea Ann Stevenson Quest For Space, Rhea Ann Stevenson I Shied Over You, Marta Savage Name It Yourself, Ann Tipping Black God Oil, Daniel Goodman The Time of My Life, Mary Jane Fink Stick My Neck Out? Kathy Rice, Christine Gureczny A-B-C-D-E-F-Gee! Carol Moran I Blew the Big One, Jean Mahaffey In Defense of Council, Michael Yeager DEPARTMENTS- 3 6 8 10 15 16 Editorial: Seeing Is Believing Fiction: An Exception, Panni Bauer Getting to Know You, Margaret Burns, Diana Czlonka, Emily Sustak Everyone Has His Man Friday: We Have Ours All Week Long, Nancy Petulla, Carol Moran Klub Korner, Ted Szalewicz Contest: Dollars For Digits, Bill Edwards Sports, Frank Shialabba IU BaAtyue. VENANGO CHRISTIAN HIGH SCHOOL Let the word go forth that the torch has been passed to a new generation of Americans. VOL. Ill, NO. 3 THE BARQUE SET-UP STAFF SPRING, 1965 QUARTERLY PUBLICATION OF VENANGO CHRISTIAN HIGH SCHOOL 1505 W, First St Tel. 64-61264 OIL CITY, PENNSYLVANIA Dio™ w son Mory Stone, Potricio Sk ibo. Conni. Nowok. Corol con. Ronnl. Roby, j.onn. Mohoff.y. Corol English, A„„ Tipping EDITOR-IN-CHIEF Don Goodman EXECUTIVE EDITOR Frank Shialabba MANAGING EDITOR Nancy Petulla LAYOUT EDITOR Diane Wi|SOn SPORTS EDITOR Potrick Fletcher PHOTOGRAPHY Ted Szalewicz ART EDITOR Rosemary Coyne EXCHANGE EDITOR Donno Fedorek CIRCULATION MANAGER Pomelo Eckert PRODUCTION EDITORS Christine Gureczny, Jeon Lauer EDITORIAL STAFF PAGE NUMBER AND DUMMY Thomas Carone, Stan Duda, John Wonl HEADLINES Frank Shialabba, Joseph Wnuk, Patrick Cihon, Richard Carone PICTURES Ted Szol ewicz, George Szalewicz CAPTIONS William Edwards. Marta Savage, John Straub, Christine Guyton, Ann T ippmg, Carol R iecher t. ILLUSTRATIONS Rosemary Coyne, Ronald DeLucio, George Lenar, Marcia Pastrick MASTER PRINTER Don Goodman JOURNEYMAN PRINTERS Larry Kissinger. APPRENTICE PRINTERS Louis Korg, James Hibbard, Joe Morgan, Thomas Proper. Charles Bechtal, PAPER CUTTING Raymond Taft, Joseph Smith Mory Breene, Bonita Burns, Margaret Burns, Linda Caccavo, Karen Callohon, Diono Czlonko, Pamela Eckert, Potrick Fletcher, Vicki Gorol, pomelo Gracy, Joyce Grill, Rebecca Hall, Charles Jctter, Jo- onne Johnson, Marieta Klescz, Debbie Lee, Roberta Lesco, Constance Logue, Carol Mo ran, Mory Ann Mortimer, Constance Nowak, Nancy Pe- tulla, Kathleen Rice. Frank Shialobba, Patricia Skiba, Rhea Ann Stevenson, Emily Sustak, Joseph Wo Ikow sk i, Philip Wydro, Deborah Xonder, Michael Yeager, Thomas Yochim. SORTING Thomas Morkin PACKING and DISTRIBUTING Robert Reardon, Ted Szalewicz, Joseph Novicki, Wolter Moran, Carolyn Thureou, Betty Worcholic, Marcia Pastrick, Chris Guyton, Constance Nowak, Debbie Xonder. BOOKKEEPING Anthony Schill HEADMASTER Rev. L. J. Antoun ADVISORS Sister Mory Peter, O.S.B., Mr. Richard Covanough VARITYPISTS Christine Gureczny, Jeon Lauer, Karen Gressley, Pomelo Guyton APPRENTICE VARITYPISTS Linda Moron, Thomos McGreevy, Mary Kokai, Susan Hynes, Chorlotte 2 HADES’ LOCUSTS From the jet black sky they came, Whirling and blindingly they fell Pelting the soft brown earth, Grabbing for the jaws of hell. They devoured the once green land, Sowed despair where hope had been. The devil9s own might they were For they tore at the souls of men. Rich and poor and good and bad Fought with spade and swordj And one by one came tumbling down Before the serpents9 horde. Money and land and men9s spirits Were cut off, torn apart, pulled down When Hade9s green locusts attacked And deadened the heart of a town. Christine Car twright ROCKS AND WINDS AND NOTHING Beacons from the moon. Tidings from the sun. Roaring winds from foreign plains Sweet syllables of Silence From empty chambers. Made of rocks and wind and nothing. Decorations for a God-made land. Daniel Goodman BEN JONES ATE HOT DUST He rode with the wind. Walked under the sun. Carried his shoulders tall and lean. Thought like hell. Strong and mean. He ale hot dust. Dirt and grime. And washed it down With old red eye. His gun was fast, l9ll have you know, But Big Ben Jones Made it look slow. They carried him off To a three foot grave. And just the next day They laid Ben Jones On the hot dusty ground. Daniel Goodman HOW WILL THE WORLD J UDGE THIS GENERATION? Apparently Not When you pass a group of friends in the hall or on the street, is your hello” universal or do you direct it to only one person? Observation shows that relationship among stu- dents is very grim. In our campaign for courtesy and politeness, do not neglect your friends and classmates. Let everyone into your group; don't limit yourself to only a few, extend and include everyone. I have seen students left alone while a group of boys and girls of their grade level stand nearby and talk about them. This is truly very rude, but unfortunately this is not the worst of the faults. If you don't practice the philosophy in the phrase Do unto others as you would have others do unto you ’ I suggest that you begin. You may find that your school and family life are complete- ly changed. After graduation it may even make entering the vast world of hard work and college easier. For your own good make your hello” a universal one. Is Everybody Happy? 3 SECURITY IN NUMBERS by Marta Savage “Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things.... She finally made it to the in group , the crowd . After years of secret desire, all it took was an invitation, Come to Caasar’s with us for a coke? That was it; she was in. She hesitated now and felt a vague feeling of guilt start growing in her stomach. She remembered, against all conscious effort, how she turned back and saw “them , her friends, two rather forlorn out of it qirls. See yaf She was always good in math and the crowd , who knew every- thing, was more than aware of her talent Her sudden popularity, how- ever, had to have some bad angle Neglect caused all her grades to drop. (Occasionally she saw them in the hall.) As time passed, though, they seemed to grow colder Each time she saw ‘‘them the same guilty feeling started in her stomach. WHEN REPORT CARDS came out, the crowd compared marks. She did poorer in math than any of the crowd . That marked the beginning of the dump . That afternoon as she and the crowd started to leave, she was stopped by her math teacher. After she had hurriedly promised to improve, she found the crowd gone. Strangely relieved, she walked slowly to the cafeteria, her head down. She never noticed them till she lifted her head. Embarrassed, she blushed. She smiled shyly and turned to leave but stopped when one of them said, Come to Caasar's with us for a coke? COVFR STORY VCHS Debators. Charles Staab. Michael Yeager. Sam Anderton and Timothy Walsh hold trophies taken in recent de- bate tournaments. Yeager and Walsh took the first place negative trophy at Canisius. The entire four-man team copped the second place position at Westminster Saturday. February 28. the four-man team of Yeager and Walsh. Straub and Cihon took second place in the Pennsylvania Speech League Semi- finals and will travel to Penn State for state finals March 19. Some Guy!! Some Nerve!! Cigar smoke always reminds me of Mr. K. I knew they made cigars that big but I never really believed that anyone smoked them, but here was the living proof. In one hand was a brief case, in the other, his hat and in the corner of his mouth was a huge black stogie as large as a banana. Hidden behind the smoke were a pair of Mack eyes that stared at you even when you stood behind him. His size cer- tainly wasn’t impressive; he was tall, about an inch short of six feet but unreasonably skinny. I say unreasonably because he stayed for dinner and ate every- thing in sight. Between gulps we learned that he was an intellect- ual by profession and a magician by preference. It seems he worked only to provide himself with enough money to buy cigars and and would much rather do magic tricks for a living. With no per- suasion whatsoever he proceeded to show us some of his after din- ner magic. Cards disappeared in- to hands that moved so fast they seemed to stand still, and for an encore he produced three large steel cups that enveloped any- thing placed underneath them. He was at it all night and every trick was better than the one preceding it. The cigar never left his mouth and I sometimes wondered if that man had ever drawn a breath of fresh air in his life. THE NEXT MORNING, after he had eaten breakfast for the w hole family, he challenged me to a gameof chess. The game turned out to be five, all of which he easily won. It seemed everytime I had the upper hand the board would suddenly disappear in ci- gar smoke, by the time I cleared the mist, I was double check- mated. After lunch he stated that he must go, there was some reading he had to do before he got home. He then explained that when he gets on the turnpike, he places his book on the steering wheel and reads while he drives. He left us in the same condition as when he arrived: hat, brief case and' cigar. To say that we were stunned is to say the least and the best way to describe him is to say that he had a lot of nerve. 4 Old Teens Just Fad Away by Joyce Grill The Undefeated by Joseph Walkowski The town was dead at that time of night, I knew that no one could stand the sight Of my unbeaten car, a jet-black Ford; No one would drag my car called the “Sword”. I hit a red light at the edge of town, Stomped the brake, tried to calm her down. A Chevy pulled up and looked kind a mean. I glanced at his fender and read “The Queen.” I yelled “Wanna drag and he yelledy “No”, I called him Chicken” and I knew He d go. 7 he light was yellow, made a big roar; Both of us wailed for a change once more. The light turned to green and two cars gunned. A couple on the street looked kind a stunned; When they saw a black Ford roarin through town With a mean lookin Chevy making a mean soundin sound. The “Queen” had me as we left the town, Both of us makin a holler sound. I felt a jolt and my carbs kicked in. And my skiny “Black Sword” looked black as sin. I glanced forward, saw a bend ahead. Knew if I didn t brake l d sure be dead. If I did slow down the drag was lost. I hit the bend at 50 ignoring the cost. I made the turn but something was strange; The Chevy's roar was now out a range. I looked back and bright as the sun Came a blinding red flash that meant I had won. The kids of today, no matter where you go, have their own fads, and everyday they are changing to something new and exciting. Starting in the East, our own sector of the U.S., it's sneakers, sneakers, sneakers. Not j ust the plain old ordinary ones. They're corduory and flannel on the outside, and soft leather on the inside. The shoes are plaid and in fine fall col- ors like dark red, almost rust and gray. RAGGY SWEATSHIRTS are next, with sleeves cut off; on the campus it's pierced ears and in hairdos, it s perfectly straight, or wild enough- pigtails!! All over the Midwest, parkas, jumpers, and loafers are really gear. And John” caps are sprouting up. (John Lennon caps, that is.) Again in the Midwest, sweat- For sure, my “Black Sword had held the bend. But the curve was the cause of the Chevy's end. The Chevy s steering must a locked while turning. All I saw was the itQueen burning and burning. I cruised back to town later that night; Knowing l d won another lough fight. The sirens were still roarin on the outside of town. My old “Black Sword was the tough- est around. shirts with sleeves cut out are in. And for fini shing touches, they are worn inside out. IN LINE NEXT IS the West. Of all things! xMonster parties! Kids come dressed as monsters, doing the monster mash or swim and eating ghostly goodies like frank”ensteins and vam pies” and scorpion punch. In the West also, the kookie fad is that everything is kid-oriented— from chocolate bananas to orange wax balls filled with juice. BOYS HAVE REVERTED to childhood by flipping coins, having squirt gun contests and shooting rubber bands. Heading South, you find boots and saddle oxfords as being the latest. From the boys, girls have borrowed their favorite styles of coats: the London Fog, the Whaler and the Blazer. Grasshopper skirts are coming on. Pea shooters are IT”, and girls are wearing striped lipstick. In the Southwest makeup, eye- shadow, mascara and lipstick are out and the natural look is in. In hair for the boys, the current style is one that starts with a B”. Well, by now you can see that our fads are changing all the time, and all good things have to come to an end even though we wish a few things could remain the same. But just think what a bore it would be with the same things day in and day out. 5 Always An Ending by Anthony Schill Little Jimmy Roach peered out through his uncombed blond hair from the leafy hiding place at the boys in front of him. He had been there since he had heard the big boys coming through the bushes. He had been there playing cow- boys and Indians in the woods down the street from where he lived although he had been forbidden to play in that place. He had been there because between these trees you could shoot people down and not get shot yourself. He patted the plastic air-rifle beside him. The big boys, including two of his next door neighbors, were carrying something large, but he couldn’t see what it was. He could see them dragging it through the dust heavily. C’MON, HURRY UP!” one of the boys said. I’m hurry in’, this stuff’s heavy.” As they neared, Jimmy sould see ”W-I-N-C-H-E-S-T-E-R” stenciled on the side of the box in big red letters. He knew that word; he had seen it on Dad’s gun case in his parent’s bedroom. The plastic gun beside him looked foolishly small all of a sudden. They set the box down right in front of him. Jimmy quivered and pushed himself into the ground. ”Let s divide them up now, a voice said. Just wait a minute, will ya ?” 'I DON’T CARE whai. you say, I don’t like it,” a timid voice said. Listen, Junkhead,” someone said, you were all for it when we first got the idea.” I didn’t know we were goin to break into somebody’s store. I don’t like it and I’m leavin’.” Okay leave then, but you go and open your big mouth and I’ll pound the hell outta you.” YOU DON’T HAFTA worry about that,” he called back and Jimmy could see the boy walking to- ward the street. Well, what’re we goin’ to do with these things?” Don’t sweat it, man. I wanna look at them first.” SUDDENLY, JIMMY HAD the greatest urge to cough. He lay in the bushes and wished that he could disappear. But he could not hold it any longer; so he let out the quietest cough he could, hoping he would not be heard. What was that?” I don’t know. It seemed to come from right over there,” said the big- gest boy, pointing. WHEN JIMMY SAW them coming, he got up and started to run but a strong arm pulled him back by the collar. All right, where do you think you’re goin’?” Say, that’s Jimmy Roach, isn’t it?” Yeah, it is. What’re you doin’ here?” JIMMY TRIED TO answer but the collar of his shirt was twisted around his neck so tightly all he could do was gasp. The biggest boy looked worried. Hey, y Du don’t suppose he heard..” Shut up! Maybe he didn’t hear,” the other boy said. Just what did you hear, huh? C’mon, tell us, or you may be the first eight-year-old I’ve ever plas- tered ” I-I-I didn't hear anything.” Yer lyin’.” A hard twist sent a sharp pain up Jimmy’s arm. You listen and you get this straight. You go home and you for- get all about what you saw and heard. If you don't, you’re gonna be sorry.” JIMMY MANAGED TO break away but he fell down. The biggest boy grabbed for him, but before he could any more than stoop over, Jimmy had firmly planted a small foot in the middle of his face. The big boy reeled back and then picked Jimmy up, shook him like a rag doll and threw him down. Let him alone,” said the other boy, ya wanna hurt him?” No little punk's gonna do that to me.” Lay off him; I don’t think that he’s gonna squeal.” Jimmy looked apprehensively at the boys standing over him. Okay kid, get outta here and keep your big mouth shut, you under- stand?” JIMMY DIDN'T say anything, but he got up and ran out of the woods, down the street, turned down the sidewalk, up the four steps to the little porch, opened the screen door and closed it with a slam. He ran across the living room and into the kitchen. Hi, Jimmy,” smiled his mother. Hey, Mom...” Jimmy cautiously said. What is it dear? ” There was a brief silence. Oh, nothin', I guess.” JIMMY GRABBED a cookie, went into the living room and climbed up on the big maroon couch where he did his thinking. He nibbled slowly on the edges of the cookie as he Deered out the double window oppo- site the couch. Even when his mother called him to supper, Jimmy did not stop think- ing. And he did not feel like eating; even his chocolate cake went un- touched. What's the matter, Sport?” his father asked. Nothin’.” You sure?” 6 I can’t tell you right now, Dad.” It's your choice.” JIMMY LEFT THE TABLE and went into his bedroom, emptied his pockets of the usual odds and ends; a yoyo, a ball of cord, a handful of stones, a broken pocket knife, and put them on his dresser. Then he lay down on the bed. Resting in a corner of the bed- room was the little toy rifle. He looked hard at the gun for some time. Jimmy heard the click of the screen door as his parents went out to the back porch where they often spent the quiet summer evenings. Suddenly, he jumped up and ran into his parent’s room, opened the gun case and began to search for something. Under the big red jacket, he found it-a box marked with the red letters W-I-N-C-H-E-S-T-E-R. He removed one of the long, shining shells. OUT OF THE bedroom he ran, down the brick steps and back the street to the woods where he last saw the big boys with the big box. They had it hidden not too well be- neath a pile of canvass and dead shrubbery a little way from where he saw them. HE TORE OPEN the box and re- moved one of the shiny rifles. It was heavier than it looked when his fath- er carried it, but he managed to lift it to a fallen log where he could see up the length of the street. He saw all his friends playing ’'hopscotch” at their usual spot by the sewer grate Then he saw coming down the street two-year-old Mary Ann Logan. He took the sleek bullet out of his pocket and slid it into the cham- ber as he had often seen his father do at the rifle range. He pushed the bolt forward. Mary Ann stopped not five feet in front of him. He would play a game with her; she was an Indian and he would be a cowboy. Jimmy pointed the gun and pulled the trigger. A member of the BARQUE staff, Charles fetter, received national recognition when a part of an article he wrote, “The Test Is a Test”, was published in the March issue of the “Today” magazine. Guileless Gourmet The gourmet was in my blood at the ripe old age of five, and our backyard vegetable garden provided the perfect cuisine. The area was forbidden territory, but I considered it my personal laboratory. The car- rots, tomatoes and onions held a special fascination. Thus, one sum- mer afternoon, I began the prepara- tion of my masterpiece, a stew! Let’s see now, I'll need a few of those long orange icicles. Gee, they’re way over by the fence. Maybe I should’ve listened and put on my rubbers-well, it’s not that muddy af- ter a rain. Oh, blah! I can never pull the feathers right-I’ll just throw this one there with the others. Finally! I got one, two, three. O.K., Into the sandbox you go. Oh, I know! the j uicy, red base- balls! I’ll need a lot of them. They’re planted awful close; it’s not my fault I stepped on a few. Ugh! this one squashed all over my sunsuit. I’ll have to get another. Get in that sandbox. sandbox. I almost forgot, I’ll need some nice squashy mud. I’ll bet some rob- ber took my shovel and bucket. Oh well, my sunsuit is dirty anyway. Oh, this is fun! Those baseballs really squash up. I’ll make it into a little cake. Maybe we could have it for supper and... Donna, come in now for lunch.” I’m not ready yet, Mama.” You heard me-I said now.” Coming.” Up the steps, on the porch, through the door, into the kit- chen, to the... Young lady, you’re a sight! What were you doing?” Playing in the sand, Mama.” This I’ll have to see. Come on, outside now, and show me. Oh my gosh, look at that garden! Half the carrots are gone, a row of the toma- toes are trampled and your father’s prized cucumber patch, right next to the onions, is utterly annihilated! Mama, I don’t know what that Ah! the smelly white light bulbs; I’ll have to get maybe a million. Boy, they’re hard to pull, too. One, two, three, five, four, six is close e- nough. Better hold my nose. Into the means.” Honey, you will when your dad gets home.” Somehow, I never forgot the inci- dent. 7 Getting To Know You by Margaret Bums. Diana Czlonka, Emily Sustak EDWARD HENDERSON, a parti- cipating freshman at Y.C., says that high school is a big change from grade school, and he likes it. Among his favorite subjects are math, French, and biology. Ed is an active member of the Press Club and Star. Besides enjoy- ing his everyday school day, ice skating, chess and billiards give him great pleasure. JEROME KOWEL, a commercial student at V.C., enjoys history and science because of the interesting dif ference between the past and what the future holds. He wants to go to barber school after high school. When questioned about his hob- bies, he stated that he enjoys water skiing, caddying and pumping an oil lease, which keeps him busy. MARCIA PASTRICK is one of those very popular sophomore stu- dents here at VCHS. Besides being an habitual honor student, she par- ticipates in the Junior Great Books, Press and Barque Clubs. In her spare time, Marcia enjoys such ac- tivities as art and dancing. Marcia’s favorite subjects, chemistry and French, should be very helpful to her in the future which she hopes will bring her a college education and a career in science. Good luck, Marcia! PATRICIA BOWEN, a junior aca- demic student at V.C., believes that the school offers very good courses for students preparing for college and other walks of life. She says, the individaul must take advantage of these courses in order to get ahead.” Pat herself is taking advantage of the courses, be- cause she wants to go into nurses’ training. Her favorite subjects are English, math and home nursing. Besides her busy schedule of studying, she is an active member in the Forensic League and Library Club. PEGGY BLACKHURST, senior commercialist, finds the commercial course a great training and develop- ing of skills for a position in the business world. Planning to attend Bryant and Stratton Business School in Buf falo and taking a course in either medical or executive secre- tarial work, Peg hopes to later enter the airlines. As to school activities, Peggy observed that the majority of the student body enjoy and partici- pate in them, herself included. Ques- tioned about our basketball team, she believes that our team is one to be proud of, and that more participation by the underclassmen would greatly encourage it. The seniors have tried very hard to increase school spirit, and we hope it pays off.” Patricia Bowen, Patricia Campagna You're on Candid Camera! DICK McCALLUM, sophomore, says that English is his favorite subject. Dick is busily preparing for a hard, energetic Navy career by par- ticipating in the J. V. basketball team and other outdoor sports. He is a member of Science Club and other participating activities. PATRICIA CAMPAGNA is a Stu- dent Council representative at VCHS. She also participates in the Folk Dancing and Printing Clubs. During her spare time, Patty is a very ac- tive advocate of roller skating and dancing. Her future plans include a career as an airline hostess. JOHN ZUILKOSKI, senior acade- mic student, believes that the sub- jects taught at V. C. are very ade- quate for preparing for college, es- pecially his calculus, English, and biology. John hopes to be accepted to the Naval Academy or Air Force Academy, but if not, will go to Villa- nova or Dayton and major in biology. John says that our hardest basketball game will be with Prep at Erie. ,fIf we make it through this, we’ll have the championship.” Besides being active in school work and activities, John’s favorite pastimes are hunting, fishing, bowl- ing and tinkering with chemicals and biological works. John Zuilkowski, Jerry Kowal, Tom McCallum. Now here is a funny history book. 8 The Accursed by Jeanne Mahaffy Curses have been conjured and cast upon people throughout the ages. I have become one of this un- fortunate group commonly known as teenagers. Ours is that of getting in- to ridiculous situations without real- ly trying. Stepping from a boat to the shore is fairly simple. But as I tried it once, the thought of how funny it would be if someone fell in entered my mind. As I stood knee deep in the quiet water, it crossed my mind again. Pulling on an outstretched oar, I observed that my shorts were still dry. I didn’t laugh, though, when the cold water closed in a- round my ears, and my thongs and the oar drifted by. DIALING THE TELEPHONE is my favorite hobby because one of these days, I’m going to get the right number. One old woman is beginning to think she has a daughter. When I yell, Hi, Mom!”, she says, I’m afraid you have the wrong number a- gain.” Another time I just wanted the girl that lived down the street. After three operators and a long dis- tance call, she wasn’t home. At a paj ama party I was engaged in a rotten tomato battle. The night was cold, dark and wet. The idea of being hit by one of them dampened our spirits, so we tossed them on the road. This was easy enough, but somehow a car got in the way. GREETING PEOPLE you see on the street is demanded of relatives, as well as friends. My glasses be- ing repaired, I groped my way up the sidewalk not recognizing much of anything. Around the comer from my house, there was a car with my un- cle in it and my grandmother behind the wheel. The car was parked and I waved. Everyone waved and smiled back. Gee”, I thought, ”1 haven’t seen him in a month! I heard he got a new car too.” Rushing to the car and throwing the door open, I grabbed my uncle’s hand. Then my nearsighted Let Bygones Be Bygones A man of forty, trained and skilled in a specific type of labor, resents the idea of being retrained and re- skilled. He will not learn the opera- tion of a machine responsible for his loss of job. Man power was the source of production in his beginning working days. Machines are no substitute. The English Mass was introduced for the first time at the Advent sea- son. Before that, people participated very little Latin was not understood and the actions of the priest were confusing. Now with English responses and singing of hymns, the Mass is being compared to a Protestant service. It was for the benefit of the people that the Catholic Church changed the Mass. IF THE OLD way is the best way were to have been followed, our civilization would have remained in a primitive state. Animals would be the means of transportation, messengers would be the means of communication. Wood fires would provide heat; candles provide light. It is a man’s responsibility to posterity to develop with progress. But it's always been done this way. Randy comes home from school with the plea, Daddy, help me do my arithmetic, please. One and one have always been two, but not when base ten is used. Daddy tries, but to no avail. His answer is repeatedly two. Randy's dad is an engineer. He is constantly working with numbers and dimensions. Slide rules are no challange to him. Yet when a simple addition problem is to be solved in new math, he is stymied. The reason for his continual answer of two is that it's always been done this way. In the United States, automation is a prime factor for unemployment. You can't have today's job with yes- terday's training. eyes focused. This hand was old and wrinkled and surely not my uncle’s! Next I remembered that my grand- mother can’t even drive! Apologiz- ing, I closed the door on five very amazed old people and crawled the rest of the way home. THIS CURSE has to be born by everyone at one time or other. At least I always like to use the word everyone” as I continue to wander on my lonely way. 9 30CUS: Pholus h I t'll S alt' if If You’re Six Going On Sixty, Tom Kay, Ray Taft, Chuck Staub, Joseph Kamer, Ray Brezenski, John Andres. Shove him in a locker! and lurry! Chuck Staub and Mary Beth Marchibroda. Maybe Barnum Bailey needs a fire-swallowing man. I don’t! Joe Kamer, Ray Brezenski, Ray Taft Good grief! Here comes Coach Richardson! Sixteen going on six? Chronolog- ically, this idea might be a bit absurd. But in reality it becomes the title of VC’s light dramatic produc- tion to be held March 19-20. At the present time, Chuck Staab and Margaret Coyne, who have captured the lead roles, are busily rehearsing their witty lines and corny quips. At the same time, the members of the chorus are pre- paring to make their big debut with such selections as: ‘‘I’ve never been in love before”, ‘‘You’ve gotta be a football hero,” “Mr. Touchdown U.S.A.” The theme of the variety show is one which is common to all of us at one time or another. It deals with the trials and tribulations of one certain teenager who can’t seem to achieve a satisfactory love life. And, who, as usual, finds he must be a touch down getter in order to score with the pert cheerleader on the outskirts of the field. A VAST AGE difference serves as a further detriment to the young cassanova’s courtship. Much to his distress, he must do all in his power to win an appraising glance from his “older woman.” But let’s take o peek at the script and become better acquainted with Charlie-1 mean Beany, our lead character. 10 You’ll Love Sixteen Going On Six by Karen Callahan Beonhead is the sixteen year old sophomore student who is the sole owner of one or two ounces of brainpower, little or no brawn, a millimeter of poise and approximate- ly 1 cc of self-confidence. He is re- garded as a defective specimen’’ by his contemporaries and is con- stantly being told to return to his formaldahyde jar. Is it any wonder that all his self-confidence has dwindled. And with these abundant attri- butes,” as you might have guessed, he sits out to pursue the object of his affections, Linda Lamour. Lin- da, portrayed by Margaret, is the Senior sophisticate, who quite ob- viously, has few Saturday nights to spend Beany Sitting” as she most aptly puts it. SHE REMAINS THE femme fa- tale” of the Senior class untouched by the ardent devotion of her under- class admirer. Since the significant parts of the play must be secret, the out- come of Beany's plight remains to be seen. Seen by whom? By you of course, along with your friends and relatives. Sister M. Antoinette, O.S.B., the director of the show, says that this is the only show she’s ever put on that she could still laugh at from practise to practise.” That seems like it ought to be endorsement e- nough. Ray Taft, Ray Brezenski, Joe Hamer, John Andres, Chuck Staub. Nothin’ doin’. Beany. We’re through with women! Margaret Coyne and Charles Staub capture lead roles in “Sixteen Going on Six” Yesterday’s Hero by Joe Vtalkowski Q o o o @ Heroes of the past are all too of- ten forgotten. Atlas, Hercules, Mos- es. and Caesar have all but disap- peared from our modern world. Gone, too, are the heroes of the not-too-old past. It actually grieves me to re- member my childhood of Superman, Zorro, and the immortals, Howdy- Doody and Captain Video just to be shocked back into the stark reality of Johnny Quest, the Fireball XL-5, and Supercar. Where are the heroes of yesteryear? Where are those men who used wit and strength (mostly strength) in combating the enemies of the world? How have they come to be replaced by scientific and un- manly heroes? I sought to answer these questions and asked the coun- sel of the electronic brain in Room 109, commonly called the television set. The whereabouts of past immor- tals were discovered only after long hours of research. It was found that: SUPERMAN left his reporter car- eer on the Daily Planet to become a movie personality. He is often seen fighting hordes of Indians or rebels, or crashing through doors. His se- cret identity has been changed to John Wayne. ZORRO traded in his black horse and mask for a white charger and ar- mor. He now advertises as being stronger than dirt . HOWDY-DOODY, after a few slight alterations (with a wood chis- el, of course), now appears Mon- day through Friday as Knish, co- star of Popeye and Knish. CAPTAIN VIDEO finally receiv- ed a deserving promotion and now occupies a seat in the pentagon. (It might be added that he is seated be- side Captain...or rather. General Midnight. The Fault Lies With Lies by Cathy Mayer sky But it’s not my fault it Father gave me an F on my report card. He doesn’t like me. This seems to be the attitude of not just kids and teenagers, but it is al- so the attitude of adults. They belittle the other guy and raise themselves a step or two higher. Last week I was babysitting five small children, ranging from eight months to five years. While I was feeding the baby in the kitchen, I was inter- rupted by a loud crash. I held on to baby Jim and ran to see the trouble. There was their mother’s best painting on the floor with a broken frame. I took my time regarding each child. Their eyes were wide with fear of punishment. I ask- ed quietly, Who did this?” Everyone pointed to Mike but Mike. He pointed to Dan. I asked Mike if he had done this. He said it wasn’t all his fault; Dan had made him do it. This child is only five years old. He is at the stage where every action leaves an impression on his mind, and already he is saying, It’s not my fault.” Is it the child’s mistake that he will not admit his misdemeanor? Whose fault is it? What can we do about it? A boy becomes a man when he bears the consequences of his actions, whether good or bad. Where are our men today? I bought a piece of material that had a red crayon x” over five square inches of the fabric. Somehow this defect was overlooked until I real- ized it. I took it to the sales clerk and she told me to take it to the manager. He said he was sorry, it was pot his fault but the fabric com- pany’s. Out of curiosity, I took it to the company and they said it was not their fault but the worker’s fault. I went to the worker and he said he must have been sick that day and didn’t notice it! Everyone had an ex- cuse. No one would say it was his fault and let it go at that. How can a child learn to be a man when he hears his father say, The other car was going too fast; it wasn’t my fault.”? Those who are supposed to be adults, by the biological viewpoint, should act like adults. They should set the pace in their homes. If a child gets an F” on his report card, he should be made to realize it is his fault and only his fault. If a par- ent does something wrong, he should admit it and take the results. Then will the child and teenager of today, the adults of tomorrow, say, ”It was my fault.” And so, after all the facts were compiled and weighed, it was decided that the heroes of the not- so-long-ago-yesteryear have not van- ished, but they have merely acquired new j obs more suitable to earning a decent wage. After all, the hero business doesn’t pay much. The price of living has gone up, and after all, heroes are human. Ah! Those post-report card weekends. Joe’s Itchin’ Feet by Kathleen Evans I suppose you couldn’t call Joe the cleanest or best-dressed person 1 had ever seen, yet I’ll always re- member him. I first encountered him while visiting my grandparents-he was working for them temporarily. For no other reason than curios- ity, 1 often sat on the porch steps and listened to his talk while he was raking leaves or watering the lawn. Joe never told you anything right out. Through scraps of information that he made known in his talk, 1 found out much about him. HE WAS BORN ON A farm in In- diana. He had eight brothers and sis- ters and he was second oldest. So, of course, there was always a lot of work to do. It was not because of work that he ran away. As he said, Work never hurt anybody.” It was just that he had itchin’ feet and an unquenchable curiosity to satisfy. As days went by, I realized first impressions aren’t always reliable. When I first met him, I thought he was just another bum looking for work; but 1 was wrong. His hair was in need of a cut, his face, a shave. His clothes had seen better days. They were baggy and had been patched many times, yet he was soap and water clean. It took j ust a few days to hear a marked absence of huh’s” and dunno’s.” This showed, among other things, that Joe had had much schooling. He spoke wisely and in a ( continued on page 18 ) Our Friend Behind The Desk Behind the winning smile lies a willingness to serve. by Nancy Without our books of knowledge we are apt to become uninformed, ignorant. The purpose of a library is to provide a consistant development of human activities. A library’s best friend is a thoughtful, exact, competent librarian. Mrs. Garin, our library’s best friend,” was recent- ly interviewed on the subject of her work. It began with how she likes her work at V.C. ”1 enjoy my work here,” came her quick reply. I like being at V. C. very much.” It proves to be a lively profession as Mrs. Garin added, Nothing dull about it!” AS WE COME AND GO in and out of the library, we often seek the help of Mrs. Garin. Her stored information seems to be at her fingertips, as she readily finds the sought-after mater- ial. Her task is not an easy one, nor is it all routine. She stated, It is a good field for those interested, but,” she continued, a lot of hard work.” She also added, Librarians are at a premium, therefore, the demand for them is very great.” The question was asked if it re- quires any special training. And with a quick smiling reply she said, Oh, yes, it certainly does require special training. Right now I am attending Clarion to further my knowledge in library work.” For the sake of future librarians, the required courses were asked. Mrs. Garin’s answer: You I’etulla take a course in book selection, en- richment, and a fairly hard course in book and library.” Our library began much as a sav- ings account; small at first, but as the years progress, it grows and grows. We have a great amount of books,” said Mrs. Garin, and we are getting more and more in every day.” The Bishop’s donation of books has been keeping Mrs. Garin busy and she explained, Most of the Bishop’s books are religious, but not all. We have biographies of saints, popes,and several series of history and literature books. :les. We have a complete set of science re- ference books to put up, but I don’t know when or where.” As room on the shelves gets smaller and small- er, Mrs. Garin remarks, We still have a full top shelf here and there!” Mrs. Garin is known and liked by all, and Mrs. Garin thinks: Basic- cally, all the students are good kids,” then smiled, they only act their age once in a while.” With her time-consuming duties, (that range from the Dewey Decimal System to signing passes), she al- ways has time to aid us to find the truth behind a stated fact, or sug- gest a good leisure reading book. THE DEMAND OF knowledge re- quires much background work. This can only be found in our library, and with a helping hand from our li- brary’s best friend-Mrs. Garin. Remember Me? I Don’t! by Donna Fedorek Could you direct me to a respec- table Used-Memory Dealer? My pres- ent depression is so critical that I'm ready to accept a 1492 model in trade. And yet, my present memory is in excellent condition; well, it should be, because I never use it. Oh, it's not that 1 don't try. I read every scrap and listen to every syllable on the subj ect. Santa Claus even brought me a 4,697 page vol- ume, How To Improve Your Mem- ory. And I'm going to read every word of it; that is, when I can re- member where I put the stupid thing. I THINK THAT names are my greatest pitfall. In one incident, a total stranger walked up to me at the pool and began a lively conver- sation. 1 had to know her from some- place, but the question was, where? After three weeks of brain racking and numerous inquiries, I learned that she was the sister of one of my friends. Everyone j ust can't be per- fect, you know. And by the way, take my advice and never try the associa- tion method for remembering names. My ex-best friend j ust got a little too tired of being repeatedly add- ressed Tillie-the-Tank. Oh, well, who needs friends? Numbers! I could strangle those first mathematicians with my bare hands. 1 still have to look at my schedule for my locker combinations. One day I couldn’t find it, and I al- most collapsed in my tracks. It took me twenty minutes to try my other pocket. And you can imagine how 1 dread those seven digit phone num- bers! I’m lucky if I can remember my Alumni News Where the Grads Are... by Rhea Ann Stevenson Lupita Ongay Karen Blumensaadt Daniel Mansfield Ann Whitcomb New interests and new lives await the graduates after their high school educations are completed. As they look back on their former days, the alumni can offer many interesting reflections on the “good old days ' that will better prepare the rest of us for the next chapter in our lives. Because college is the future many will choose, the following ideas of the alumni should be of interest PAT BREENE, a biology major at Seton llill College, finds that the greatest difference in her life is life in a dorm which takes more personal con- sideration than living at home. Her advice is applicable to all students, “Read! If you can read, you can get through anything. DAN MANSFIELD, former senior class president at V. C. II. S. is ma- joring in accounting at Bryant and Stratton College. Dan finds that the hard- est part of his new state is doing his own work around the apartment (just like a man.) LUPITA ONGAY, our gracious exchange student, is now majoring in so- ciology and has developed a great interest in her third language, French. Lu- pita does not plan to remain in our country, but finds she has a mission to ful- fill in her own country at Mirida, Yucatan, Mexico. KAREN BLl'MENSAADT, combines two phases of life, night courses in interior design at Behrend College and Mercyhurst, and work at Richard' s Shoe Store. She offers her best wishes to the entire Barque staff of this year. But not all students will go on to college, and for this reason the follow- ing two graduates should offer interesting ideas. ANN WHITCOMB, salutaiorian of last year's class, is now working as a secretary for the United Natural Gas Company. She offers some fine advice, Make the most of school. You'll really miss it when you're out. RONALD DOLECKI, an Army Photogrametric Comp ul at or (map-maker), says that being stationed in Ethiopia gives one the chance to see things thought unbelievable. His advice: ‘‘Keep out of the service? Various fields were chosen by these six alumni, but they all agree that things have changed greatly. Of the six, two plan definitely to reside in Oil City, two are not sure at the present time, and two definitely do not plan to re- turn because of limited opportunities in their chosen fields. own, without being burdened with those of seventeen friends, enough to stump a digital computer. When I'm called on to recite in class—forget it, and I do! For exam- ple, I begin my carefully prepared history answer full of confidence. A new idea pops into my mind, and I plan on using it in my next state- ment. 1 he only trouble is, I can't re- member what I said last. My teacher looks quite disturbed, giving me a How did you pass the sixth grade? look. Well, anyway, a one-track mind is said to be very common. Speaking of history, I'll have to remember to finish that outline. And now...what was I talking about? 14 renewal by Sandra McDonald The rain comes down upon my win- dow pane While far below the flowers miss the sun. The sky is black and clouds are back again, Hut life goes on; you know it isn't done. The birds don't seem to mind the drops at all. They flutter and they fly with grace and ease. But down below the flowers seem to fall. Ohy sun, come out and save the flowers please! I look up at the sky but hope is lost Because I know the rain will never stop. Poor flowers, if it's not the rain, it's frost. Alas, they weaken as they start to drop. 1 Klub Korner YOUNG CHRISTIAN STUDENTS Father Murray, Mary Ann Moffett, Linda Campagna, Shelia Barrett Religion is more than “Do” and “Don’t”; it can be Why and Wherefore also. THE HOSTESS CLUB And now in gutters lie the flowers— dead. And now the sun comes through; looky up ahead. Karen Gressley, Donna Koziara, Linda Campagna, Shelia Barrett Today’s hostesses; Tomorrow’s homemakers. 15 For Those Who Think Wrong by Frank shialabha If fifty masked assassins would nave j umped at me from a darkened alley, I wouldn’t have been any more surprised than I have been about cer- tain earth-shaking developments in- itiated by a squad of seemingly sta- ble teenagers. I am not a psychologist. In fact, I haven't even been to college. I'm j ust a hardworking sports writer try- ing to ech out his existence. Take it from me, if you want to get all eched out, just try predicting a bas- ketball team made up of members of the Pepsi generation. The team,up to this time, has sported a 5-3 sec- ond, while I am 3-2, having predic- ted j ust the last five games. To start with, they made things a little sticky by pulling an upset of some real king-size Prepsis. The ‘'Sultans of Swish, Cathedral Pre- paratory School of Erie, Pa. were just getting preparatory when we were preparing to leave. You’d have thought somebody would have at least said “go or something. Ven- ango knew when to start. Tony Schillkept yelling, Eire when read- y, Gridley! about every other min- ute. That was the day Prep got that ache all over feeling. That was the day we got Pitt on the phone. The Black and Gold had an of- fense...had a defense...had SPIRIT! This is true, but then the Black and Gold had a disaster. It was a break, a break in Schill; and we had sprung a leak. Gone were Schill's six feet, four inches, and with it, a- round 20 points and countless re- bounds per game. Gone was our of- fense... our defense...our “Fire when ready, Gridley! We still had a team all right, a good one, too. It was however, a team which had to over- come the loss of its tallest player, and one which had to change it's offense in midseason. Needless to say we lost our next two games to teams we probably could have beaten if we hadn't been ailing. Just about the time we were get- ting things all sized up, Pat O'Mal- ley popped the cork and shot his way to stardom. During a general let down, this little guy didn't slow up even half a step. If anything, he speeded up his pace. He was driv- ing himself, and suddenly the rest of the team with him. Pat O'Malley had become not only the big scorer, but more significantly, a man-sized leader. In his own quiet way (a swish doesn't make much noise) he had reunited the team. With Schill back, he and O'Mal- ley give us two full-fledged scoring threats. Leta and Homan are in there grabbing rebounds and setting up plays as steady as always, while Henderson and Fonzo have shown us some pretty potent scoring. I can't guarantee a better second half for myself, but I’ll bet on a whale of a half for the Black and Gold. 16 The game: Greeneville-60; VC-55 The record for the season: 12-8 Wild Bill Eckert And His Six-Shooters SAM LETA, JOE FONZO, DAVE HENDERSON, JOE HOMAN, TONY SCHILL, PAT O’MALLEY AND COACH ECKERT (Continued J a w o{ irrati by Donna Fedorek Forget probability and Lady Luck! I've concluded that our des- tinies are guided by an inevitable, infuriating law. it's one we never passed, but it's immutable in its op- eration. This Law of Irrationality states, in simple language, that im- portant things that are supposed to happen do not happen, especially when people are looking; or, con- versely, things that are supposed not to happen, do happen, especially when people are looking. Note a few examples. Perhaps the following is the most common form of perverse behavior. Suppose you’re driving along on a very lonely road in Arkansas, and the car develops a rattle. You are un- able to locate it yourself and it be- comes a great irritation. Plugging along the highway, inch by inch, you eventually come to a town with a garage! As you turn in at the garage, the rattle instantly stops! The me- chanic takes the car around the block and over a bumpy country road-not a whisper of that rattle. Babies and dogs are strict ad- herents to the rule. A dog will j ump a hoop a thousand times a day lor you, his owner. But just call a neighbor in to watch-the dog will simply not jump. He’ll either lie down in utter apathy and refuse to budge, or look at you with “Are you kidding me?” eyes. And your year- old tot will babble on continously in front of parents. But when friends are summoned to hear a mere “Dadda”, he will either clam up or screech like a banshee. The law also operates fiercely in the realm of dentistry. Whenever you develop a raging toothache, it is u- sually Sunday and the dentists are all on the golf course. It hangs on through the weekend to Monday, throbbing like a diesel. Calling the dentist the first of the week and pro- claiming a national emergency, you fly to his office. But going up the stairway, the ache suddenly vanish- es! And the dentist's opinion of it all— The psychiatrist's office is the second door to the left.'' And so it goes. No one can ex- plain the Law of Irrationality; no one can understand it. The solution: just live your life in noble resignation. Joe's Itchin' Feet from pg. 13) with intelligence and ease. Joe had his religion of sorts, too. He believed in God, but even more, he believed in black magic. He spoke so intensely about it and so con- vincingly, that I often wondered how he could stand being alone on a lonely road at night. A couple of days before he left, he said he considered his traveling a job. In his job, he said he learned more things than some learn in a lifetime. He often said, You know, Kathy, people are wonderful. I have never had to worry about where to sleep or where my next meal is com- ing from. People are a combination of many things, that's why 1 want to get to them and understand them.” ON A CLOUDY TUESDAY, Joe started walking in the opposite di- rection the cars on his side were go- ing. He told us, I have never ac- cepted a ride. If I did, 1 might go hundreds of miles and never meet a person or make a friend. Meeting people is what I want to do.” So with that bit of philosophy, Joe left us. The last I saw him, he was walking down the road with a swinging, con- fident stride, yelling I'll see you in two years,” and whistling Yan- kee Doodle.” Do you see why I can't forget him? SORRY, WRONG NUMBER In the last issue of THE BARQUE, we featured a contest, “Dollars for Digits. A number of answers were presented to Sister Mary Peter; but, unfortunately, none of them were correct. Thusy we have no winner. The correct answer is 552; the significance: it is also the number of students at Venango Christian. Now try the Solution Seekers on page 19. A mystery prize is offer- ed for the first correct puzzle re- ceived. 18 Solution Seekers’ Search by Ronald Del.ucia ACROSS: 1. You study and eat here. 5. Balls bounce and feet trounce in this room. 10. Gone by in time. 12. Magazine of the school. 13. Deliver or hand over to another. 15. Mistakes in judgement, mainly made in school. 18. To assume a facial expression, in- dicative of pleasure. 19. ____and behold!� � 20. Intrepid and bold. 22. We have a 7Vi hour one now. 23. Pollen-bearing part of a flower to know for biology. 24. Football and basketball______rallys. 26. It holds the flag in front of the building. 29« Nick-name for a college dormitory. 30. ------Aid room (206). 31. Inflammatory swelling on the edge of the eyelid. 32. ______cetera. 33. Persons who get men in trouble. 34. What ‘‘Boomer� Baker does. 35. Math Club Moderator, Sister _ina. 37. What we regretfully received during the week of November 11 (two words) 39. What 37 across deflated 40. January brings the second semester 42. Our football and basketball____s. 45. The moon controls this. 46. Iris, pupil, and cornea are part of this. 47. Suggestion____________ 48. This ’class is held on Thursdays from 3:48 to 4:30. 49. Feelings of a person before a test DOWN: 1. Our school s place to pray in the building. 2. Hall at the main entrance. 3. Tests given usually during December and January. 4. Color of a light blue ocean or body of water. 6. _____and Card sale. 7. Many of these “flights in the school. 8. Rise. 9. Diagrams used in religion classes 11. W'hat everyone should have among themselves. 14. A regulation in the boys clothes 16. We did this going to North East; on a bus. 17. Another name for the alumni (two words) 20. Many of these are held between girls and boys during 9th-12th grades. 21. Do over again. 23« You meet this person pushing through the halls. 25. Resin of extinct pine trees. 27. Homecoming Queen. 28. A slang for the word “light 29. Almost everyone receives these blotches on his record. 33. The teachers of our school. 34. People who receive 37 across. 36. The seniors do this in June. 38. Caribbean. _____ 40. The late arch-rituals of the Vikings. 41. The first man satellite of the U.S.; I . 43. Many of our classes are filled with boys and girls. 44. Pure and free from dirt or filth. 46. W'hat you do in 1 across. FEATURES- 3 Rocks ond Winds and Nothing, Daniel Goodman Hoede's Locusts, Christine Cartwright Ben Jones Ate Hot Dust, Daniel Goodman 4 Security in Numbers, Marta Savage Some Guy, Some Nerve, Daniel Goodman 5 The Undefeated, Joseph Valkowski Old Teens Just Fad Away, Joyce Grill 9 The Accursed, Jeanne Mahaffey Let Bygones Be Bygones, Lynda Rest 12 Yesterday's Hero, Joseph Walkowski The Fault Lies With Lies, Catherine Mayersky 13 Joe's Itchin’ Feet, Kathleen Evans 14 Remember Me? I Don't!, Donna Fedorek Where the Grads Are..., Rhea Ann Stevenson 15 Renewal, Sandra McDonald 18 Law of Irrationality, Donna Fedorek 19 Solution Seekers' Search, Ronald Del.ucia DEPARTMENTS- 3 Editorial: Is Everybody Happy?, Bonita Burns 6 Fiction: Always an Ending, Anthony Schill 8 Getting to Know You, Margaret Burns, Diana Czlonka, Emily Suslak 10 Focus: If you re Six Going on Sixty, You’ll Love Sixteen Going on Six 13 Interview: Our Friend Behind the Desk, Nancy Petulla 15 KlubKorner, Ted Szalewicz 1 , Karen Callahan 7 4e Bancjfuz VENANGO CHRISTIAN HIGH SCHOOL Let the word go forth that the torch has been passed to a new generation of Americans.” VOL. Ill, NO. 4 THE BARQUE QUARTERLY PUBLICATION OF VENANGO CHRISTIAN HIGH SCHOOL 1505 W. First St Tel. 64-61264 OIL CITY. PENNSYLVANIA EDITOR-IN-CHIEF Don Goodmon EXECUTIVE EDITOR Fronk Shlolobbo MANAGING EDITOR Nancy Petullo LAYOUT EDITOR Dtone Wilson SPORTS EDITOR Patrick Flatcher PHOTOGRAPHY Ted Sxolewicx ART EDITOR Rosemary Coyne EXCHANGE EDITOR Donna Fedorek CIRCULATION MANAGER Pomelo Eckert PRODUCTION EDITORS Christine Gurecxny, Jeon Laoer EDITORIAL STAFF Mor y Breene. Bonito Burns. Morgoret Burns. Linda Caccovo. Koren Collation. Diana Cxlonko, Pamela Eckert. Patrick Fletcher. Vicki Coral, Pomelo Grocy, Joyce Grill, Rebecca Hall, Chorles Jotter, Jo- onne John� c Maneto Klescx, Debbie Lee, Roberto Lesco, Constance Logoe, Carol Moron, Mary Ann Mortimer, Constance Nowok, Nancy Pe- tullo, Kathleen Rice, Frank Shialabba, Patricio Skiba, Rheo Ann Stevenson, Frr.ily Sustok, Joseph Wo Ikow sk i, Philip Wydto, Deborah Xonder, Michce! Yeager, Thomos Yochim. HEADMASTER Rev. L. J. Antoun advisors Sister Mary Peter, O.S.B., Mr. Richard Cavanaugh ____________SUMMER, 1965 SET-UP STAFF LAYOUT Diane Wilson, Mary Stone, Carol Kocan, Connie Nowak PAGE NUMBER AND DUMMY Thomas Carone, Stan Duda, HEADLINES Frank Shialabbo, Joseph Wnuk, Potrick Cihon, PICTURES Ted Sxalewicx, George Sxolewicx CAPTIONS Williom Edwards, Marta Savage, John Stroub, Christine Guyton, Ann T ipping, Carol R tec her t. ILLUSTRATIONS Rosemary Coyne, Ronald DeLucia, George Lenar, Marcia Past?tek, Joseph Walkowski MASTER PRINTER Dan Goodman JOURNEYMAN PRINTERS Lorry Kissinger. APPRENTICE PRINTERS Louis Korg, James Hibbard, Joe Morgan, Thomos P roper, Charles Bechtol, PAPER CUTTING Roymond Toft, Joseph Smith SORTING Thomas Morkin PACKING and DISTRIBUTING Robert Reordon, Ted Sxolewicx, Joseph Novicki, Walter Moron, Carolyn Thureou, Betty Worcholic, Marcio Postrick, Chris Guyton, Constance Nowak, Debbie Xonder. BOOKKEEPING Anthony Schill varitypists Christine Gurecxny, Jeon Louer, Koren Gressley, Pamela Guyton APPRENTICE VARITYPISTS Linda Moron, Thomos McGreevy, Mory Kokoi, Suson Hynes, Chorlotfe Kelly. 2 SUmen i a (tyuaticiH £c(ucataut Venango was and still is a mix- ture of severely different and diverse groupings. This high school is a number of formerly disunited individ- uals. And these holdouts are hurting the Venango spirit. Individualism is being carried to extremes. Many of the short-comings of Ven- ango Christian can be attributed to the individuals who think and act for themselves. They are the self-cen- tered students who bring on the ac- cusations of the lack of school sup- port. These are the ones who always seem to get punished with a group of unwilling helpers. Usually, these are the demerit holders and expulsion escapees. These people don’t do things for our school, only take things from it. THIS FLAW IN our student body has been mentioned before in a num- ber of ways. But the problem child- ren continue to spoil school life for the rest. We are still accused of a lack in school spirit. Why was our best supported basketball game an away one? Can the students tell what our record was this past sea- son? Did all our students cheer even in defeat? This problem doesn’t stop with our sports program. Look at the con- tinued incidents of juvenile pranks. When someone is hurt in the service of another’s fun, it becomes unkind- ness. When someone other than the real culprit is punished, it becomes unfair. When someone isn’t treated as a Christian student, our school doesn’t show its training. With all these small things, we can see the moral or morals that can and should be drawn from this story could really make school a pleasure to attend. When all the elements of our school are integrated to work for our initial goal of Christian education, then at- tending the Venango institution will be a pleasure and a privilege. WHY SO SCARLET EYED? A Parody “ hy so scar cl eyed, good student? I ell me, telly so red. Will alien looking bright can’t move Iter Looking tired as lead llo it?Shy so red? Shy such mumbling, young advancer? Shy such mumbling talk? Sill, alien called, not knowing answer Pass by with a mock? Shy such mumbling talk! by Diane Jasiota SONG FOR TOMORROW My love lept forth in haste to meet The fire in his eyes. My love lept forth in haste to meet The fire in his eyes. My heart listened with joy to hear His never ending sighs. Sing! Sing! My loves on wing! sang Until the hollows rang. So great was my love for him that My heart was stabbed with pangs. But as I rejoiced the dusk descended My joy darkened by night. I nursed a leaden heart in sorrow. I longed to see the light. Cry! Cry! My tears are long since dry. Since now I know not but sorrow. My heart and thoughts forsee Only empty tomorrows. COVER STORY “Involvement: Living to create a spirited school, a strong com- munity, a united nation” was the theme of the Northwest Pennsyl- vania Association of Student Coun- cils Convention hosted by the VCHS Council April 21-23, 1965. SUMMIT MEETING AT VCHS DIS- CUSSES STUDENT ACTIVITIES on page five—presents a summary of the maj or topics discussed and the consensus of student opinions. 3 Forgetfully Yours You Call That Fun ? I’atricia Skiba by Marcia Pastrick Last year I had an extraordi- narily hard time remembering my locker combination. This year it’s easy—to remember last year’s combination, that is. Oh, and by the way, I remember my best friend’s gym locker combination from last year also. It will come in very handy someday. When, I’m not sure yet. The other day one of my ac- complished teachers asked me the capital of Pennsylvania. I could not remember, but I could have told her that the population of Pakistan was 85,000,000 and that Paraguay’s capital is Asuncion. In the passing weeks my as- sociates have been discussing the big election, but I’d rather talk about the Phlox flow'ers. The only trouble is, 1 never can find a suitable place where I can fit it in. Last week I had to compose an article for our magazine, a scientific article on the pea, or was it pee. Well, you see that was my trouble; I j ust couldn’t for the life of me remember how to spell that confounded word. And for you people who can’t remember yourown phone number, for heaven sakes don’t let it wor- ry you. The only time I can do that is when I’m supposed to call my dad at work, not home. Then I can’t remember his number either. The only problem I don’t have is remembering dates. I’m perfect at remembering dates, but I usual- ly forget the month and the year. Last week I put 1966 down on my paper; I j ust hope no one noticed. Last year I even gave my dad a father's day present (which is very unusual) on July 21, which is not too usual either. To top it all off, I can’t re- member my own address, but I re- member my bicycle serial number, which is 10232162102164. When I was a bright blue-eyed blonde of four, I said to my father, Dad will you come and have tea hour with me? Not tonight it’s my bowling night with the fellows,” he said. Maybe tomorrow we could play a game of catch.” Since that time 1 have observed that men just don’t know what real fun is at all. They go through life doing things for enjoyment that can’t be enjoyed. The trouble is that men like to spend their leisure in a smoked-filled poker room or not at all. I know one unique man who goes to the trouble of walking six blocks, which are not in the direction of his house each day, just to read the posters for the coming wrestling matches. One night the Maechelle were over for dinner. The husbands were restless all evening. Then Paul said to my father. Dan, do you want to come down to the basement and see the new pool table?” The signal was immediate. They took off their din- ner jackets and ties, rolled up their sleeves and stole down to the cellar to desert the women for the rest of the night. Whatever they see in hit- ting some little balls by a stick in a hole, I’ll never know'. There are those cocktail parties where the men keep talking about how they averaged two hundred five and hit the ten pin in the side poc- ket lor a birdie to win the game. Why should they waste their breath on this when they could be conversing on the latest fashions. The thrill of a real live fashion show from Paris cannot be matched by any show where some guy gets knocked out by a left hook. Dad had his friends over yester- day. W'hat do you think they did? They played cards and wrecked their nerves. As the game proceeded I heard voices, one growling, say, Give me three,” and a digusted one said back, I draw”. Then when I thought the whole thing was going to explode, everybody started laughing. Why men don’t like to watch a Paul Newman movie is better than one of The Mysteries of Life”. Some day, some how’, and some way; I’ll group all the men together and lead a reformation for better liv- ing. 4 by Gary Hawk and Christine Gureczny SUMMIT MUTING AT DISCUSSES INVOLVEMENT IN STUDENT ACTIVITIES. The theme, the nucleus of a con- vention, is the point around which all speakers, discussion groups and meetings revolve. With its importance in mind, great care is taken in se- lection. It must be short and precise but still must be general enough to enable itself to blend into conversa- tion about any discussion concerning the school or the Student Council. The success of a convention could be measured by the impression the theme leaves upon the delegates. Oir convention was different. Only' until after it was over did the real meaning of a school convention come into view, especially with our theme of involvement. The real success didn’t come from the discussion groups, or the gifted speakers, or what the delegates took home to their respective schools. This, of course, is important; but the real success came with on school’s liv- ing our theme. There was success to our convention because everyone helped and became involved. The theme, to us, wasn’t j ust a word de- noting how we should live in a dem- ocratic society, but it became a liv- ing spirit that each person had. It showed to the delegates that invol- vement isn’t just vital theoretically, but, in truth, is possible. It showed them that with involvement, a new spirit is created. A spirit, created in our school, of concern and principle. That shows faculty and students could work together for the better- ment of the school; a spirit that shows when something is to be done, our school can handle it with the best of schools. Over 170 delegates and advisors from six counties attended the North- west Pennsylvania Association of Student Councils convention held here April 22, 23. Shorthand notes transcribed by senior shorthand stu- dents include: Question: llow can we promote bet- ter relations between faculty and student body? Answers: a) Establish a faculty relations committee made of Student Council members. b) Try to include the faculty in school activities. (Some of the facul- ty feel that their nights are their own). c) Have ditto copies of the min- utes of each meeting sent to the homeroom. They may alsc be read over the P.A. d) On the opening day of school present each faculty, cafeteria, and janitorial member with some small, gift to show your appreciation. e) Have a Teacher Appreciation Day--the student body takes over all the duties in the school, then at a general assembly the students pre- sent gifts to the faculty. Question: What should we do with in- active members? Answers: a) Get rid of them. The Student Council constitution provides cer- tain qualifications to be met by all members; if these rules are broken simply dismiss them. Example: If a person misses more than two meetings, or his scholastic average does not meet up with the standards set up by the Sutdent Coun- cil, it is permissible to get rid of them. (continued on page 191 5 FROM THE GREEN Sports Spot Reatelluta an !e 4 Mce by Trank Shialabba ‘‘Spring is an irrepressible force, a predetermined chain of events, which can be neither altered nor abbreviated by any natural means.” The preceding pessimism pretty well embodied the feelings of the fellows here at Venango for two and a half sportless springs. However, to a group of dyed in the wool enthu- siasts, the kind that would give their lunch money for a game of hop- scotch, no obstacle (including the laws of nature) is too great to stem the tide of V.C.’s athletic progress. Somebody suggested that all we needed was something that required little in the way of time, equip- ment and expenses and yet still had the recognition of a major sport. Somebody else suggested that that was the funniest thing he had ever heard. Two of the guys drove over to the tennis courts the other day. They were just puttering around with a few haphazard volleys when one of them fired a shot over the net and m doing so, chipped his racket. “All of this gives me a great idea!” he said. The next day he and his friend approached our headmaster about forming a golf team. The boys re- ceived an OK from Father Antoun and were told that all they needed now was a golf coach, a team, some- body to play, and a place where they GEORGE NALEPA AND FRED SUSI. The tee-off twins. JOE FONZO AND BILL ECKERT This is the way the future looks. Good. ✓ MIKE YAEGER AND FRED SCSI. The expert is the one telling the story. This year’s scorebook gives no true picture of VC’S initial attempt at a golf team. Of the six boys now teeing off for the Viking’s, Only two are seniors, Michael Yeager and George Nalepa. The future rests with junior Fred Susi and sophomores Joe Fonzo and Bill Eckert. This year’s scores indicate that Fonzo in particular has the making of a medalist. Both Fonzo and Susi shoot in the 70 s. Yeager with a series of 77 and 81 was low man for Venango in the school’s first two matches with Saegertown despite the fact that Saegertown took each 9 1 2 5 1 2 and 6 1 2- 5 1 2 could play that somebody. The first of these items was received volun- tarily in the person of Coach Ste- phens, who will act as golf coach for the coming season. Twenty boys showed up as try-outs for the team at its first meeting. A group of eight of these was finally chosen to represent our school. These eight golfers will play a specified number of elimina- tion rounds before each tournament to determine which five will actually be in competition. We have already lined up tourna- ments withSaegertownon May 11 and away May 4, and Cranberry. Other possibilities are Rocky Grove and Franklin. Home games will be played at either W'anango Country Club or Cross Creek golf club. The boys will supply their own clubs, but other than that, all balls and practice materials will be dona- ted by the school Athletic Fund. THIS SPORT WILL give our boys the chance to show that they are responsible athletes. It will be up to them to sharpen their skills each summer in preparation for the following season. Looks as though we’re going to have something to root for this spring besides the girl’s wifflc ball teams. It just goes to show you what we can do for our school and our- selves if wt take the time to care. 6 7Ae Jlyuuf Sex, by Carolyn llovis I am a girl and I must be true to the female sex, but there are j ust a few women in this world that I can’t understand. The ones who aren’t satisfied with what they have. For instance, look at Miss Brow. She goes through the agonizing pain of plucking her eyebrows, when a few' minutes later, she puts a new pair of eyebrows on that are at least three inches long, if not more. I hen, we have our friend who has so much eye shadow’, eye liner and mascara on that she needs tooth- picks to hold her eyelids open-not to mention her false eyelashes. At night, she puts them up in rollers, so that when she wears them, they will stay off her nose. Her dresser is full of make-up, powder , and lipstick. LET US NOT forget the woman who fears getting old. Her husband won’t love her because she has two gray hairs. She dyes her hair so many times to cover the gray hair that she’s bald before her 29th birthday. She uses some goop to keep her skin soft, and some other cream to keep the wrinkles away. And don’t forget her support stockings, so you can’t see her so-called varicose veins. Last but not least, there is the woman who doesn’t like her hair. If we looked into her bedroom, we would find at least four wigs and no less than eight hair pieces. I’m still young and not very wise. But there is one thing I know for sure. Some people are never satis- fied with what God gave them. ALL TOGETHER NOW Illustrated by Marcia I’astrick by John Sullivan The Boy Scouts are a wonderful organization, but sometimes they do go a little overboard. One of the big goals of this organization is to teach its members the value of teamwork. This is best illustrated by the procedure that is used at the annual visit to summer camp each year. After check-in, the troops are all organized into teams, which get their campsites ready to live in. There’s a team to check all the tents to see if they were set up correctly; another to loosen all the tent ropes, because it looks as if it might rain; and then another to tighten them again because the tents are all falling down. There is also one to go out in the wilds and cut down some wood for the camp- fire, another to drag it to the campsite, and lastly, one to drag back all the firewood that they (the first team) weren’t supposed to cut down. Then there arc several miscellaneous teams such as the team of con artists and fast-talkers that is sent up to the troop supply center each time something is needed, and the team of professional stallers that is sent out to delay the camp inspectors every day while the campsite is being cleaned up. But w’ith all that I have said, I have neglected to mention one of the most famous teams ever formed, of which I was a member. A number of us were taking the Nature Merit Badge, which necessitated a hike into the woods to find animal tracks. In the true spirit of Scouting, we organized a team and prepared to leave. However, no team is complete without a leader. And so, one of the mob, Mill by name, became our Fearless Leader. This was our first mistake, for although he is a dynamic leader, full of sta- mina, he will try anything, and is more than a bit crazy at times. Well we set out intrepidly into THE BARQUE IS 70 POINTS AWAY Columbia School Press Association tacked 65 points on to last year’s First Place rating to make The Barque’s total score on the 1964-65 critical service report 930 points out of a possible 1000. The staff gained points in every area-layout, illustrations, literary, feature and editorial content, typography and presswork- except editing. The judges also suggested that the magazine cap- sule quarterly events in order to provide a running and enduring chronicle of annual activities. the woods and that’s where our troubles began. Fearless Leader de- cided that the best place to find any animal tracks was along the stream bank. So we walked along the stream bank in single file, patiently search- ing for tracks. Suddenly for no appar- ent reason at all, one of the party let out an ear-shattering yell and dove into the creek; and of course, in the interests of good teamwork, we all went in after him. You can imag- (continued on page 13) 7 Alumni News Where the Grads Are... I Klioa nn ste enson Some youngsters” at V C. think the old grads have no recol- lection of high school life, but they do, and they also have some reflections to offer us. Jl'DITII ANN BALCEREK a sophomore nursing student at Du- quesne University, narticipates in D U.F Y N A. (Duquesne 1'niversity Four Year Nursing Asssciation) and studying! she says in college you find out what real competition is, and how it feels to be in the minority. SUE MARSHALL, also a student nurse, is a sodality member and on the school publicity committee at Pittsburgh Hospital School of Nursing. She advises, Study now, maybe you’ll manage to struggle through higher education with a few hours of sleep-instead of no-doz. TONY LENAR, a student of sociology at the College of Steuben- ville, takes part in the Pep Club and is treasurer of the Phi Kappa Fraternity. His single word to the wise is significantly simple, Study! NANCY PRENATT, a child-care technician at Our Lady of Vic- tory School, is studying pediatrics, anatomy and obstetrics. Besides being class vice-president, she works 5 to 6 hours a day and goes to school for 3 hours. JANE MEALS, another nursing student at Pittsburgh Hospital School of Nursing, is class treasurer and a member of the Student- Faculty Organization. To any future nurses, Jane suggests a good read- ing course, and she cautions that they shouldn’t be discouraged with the reject letter. THOMAS JABLONSKI, a chemistry student at Gannon College, takes part in intramural football. He believes that in college the student assumes more responsibilities and the studies are more concentrated. ANN MARIE McCALLUM, a student of Elementary activities at Mercyhurst College, is a member of the Greensleeves Players and par- ticipates in the sport of fencing. She advises that the high school stu- dent pay particular attention to English because it is invaluable. VIRGINIA HYNES is studying medical technology at the Franklin School of Sciences and Arts. Ginny tells us that college life demands much more of a high school student both physically and mentally than anyone expects. These grads may be old fogies to us at Venango, but what they say can be helpful to all. Tit For Tat by Christine Cartwright NOTE: (Certainly not the Editor’s.) For three years now Editor-in- Chief Daniel Goodman, has been wri- ting this column we call Smile Awhile and using it to poke a quiv- ering, hysterical finger at this school and the people who use it to grow their idiosyncracies up in. All in good humor of course. Well, this time we used it to talk about a few of his: all in good humor, of coirse. The author is his cousin: other families have broken up over less. WHEN I FIRST came to Venango, I didn’t think I was going to have much trouble getting my locker opened, even though it had been rumored they got stuck occasional- ly. But what shook me was when I saw Danny beating on his with a crowbar. As it finally turned out, the only way he could remember the combination was to paint it on the outside of the locker. I’ve given him many remedies for his memory, but before he’s halfway through, he forgets what he’s doing it for. Now I ask you... These are only incidental things, however. He never forgets really im- portant things like the exact number of feet and millimeters of the catfish he caught last summer, or the radio wavethat he left his radio tuned into when he left and said we could not use it. I told Danny: You must’ve taken your memory cells out and left them somewhere.” That was one day when we were too young to now remember how long ago it was. He couldn’t anyway. After he reads this, he’ll tell me I’m batty in the head for writing it. That is, if he still knows who I am. That may be exaggerating a little bit, but I haven’t seen him since lunch period so by now I must have slipped into the dark recesses of the memory he hasn’t found yet. I cannot see how he has forgot- ten through the years to get where he is now: a senior and editor-in- chief of the Barque. Why, this morn- ing I had to remind him why he went to the press room, and I imagine if Sister Mary Peter leaves him there long enough, she’s liable to end up with a masculine version of the Ladies’ Home Journal,” or some- thing. I mean, his memory span has baffled scientists who thought they already had the smallest unit possi- ble. Last week I gave him an import- ant letter to mail because I knew I couldn’t get it done soon enough. Today, I asked him if he got if off all right, and he looked at me like he had just swallowed a marinated her- ring. It’s a good thing it wasn’t a reprieve for somebody’s life or I’d have to dig him out of his grave to give it to him. Tonight when I asked him for the letter back, I got it, but he forgot to give me the money I gave him for stamps. You know, I’m beginning to see a method to his madness, but, if you will excuse me, I have to mail a let- ter. Hmm! I wonder — 8 Help? by Marta Savage Is there any moral question involved with Darwin’s theory of evolution? A Catholic high school student could readily answer this question, a public school student would know the theory but would fail to understand the moral aspect. This is essentially the difference between the two systems. Obviously a Catholic student is more prepared to face the world and stay untouched by communism and apathy. A good strong moral background and a good strong scholastic background are obtained by the parochial student. Now Catholic schools have exis- ted self-sufficiently for centuries. We have maintained the highest stand- ards in teaching methods, in teach- ers and in texts. Why now should we risk extinction for a few dollars? Money was no obj ect twenty years ago, why now? If Government aid is given to parochial schools, prayer will be illegal in our classrooms, in our assemblies and in our ceremo- nies. CORRUPT OR BIASED officials could use this aid as a means to de- stroy all that we stand for, as a means to make the parochial school systema force and as a means to de- grade the Catholic population. I firmly believe that we can con- tinue to be self-supporting and that we must continue to do so in order to achieve the highest hopes of our faith. Spiritual education is so im- portant in this fast world of today. If Religion courses were abol- ished and if God is excluded from Catholic schools, the parochial sys- tem would be nothing more than a public school facilitated by nuns and priests. Therefore, I contend that the Catholic schools can, must and wi II continue. The Question Is Who Will Bury Whom? Boris Baderknoff, a Russian gen- ius, is number one bad guy and all ’round villian on the Rocky and Bullwinklc Show.’’ Right now, he is occupied in destroying the United States and he just might do it. His latest invention, metal mice, are running around our major cities, gob- bling every television antenna in sight. Our people are going mad. They pace the floors, tear their hair and yell at the blank screen that no longer holds their attention for hours on end. And Boris patiently sits by. Soon the American people will ac- cept anyone who can stop metal mice and return their beloved tele- vision programs. Naturally, Boris is that person. This is a kiddie show, but per- haps it holds some meaning for ev- ery American adult as well. Boris’ plan could work because, without the television the Americans are be- wildered and lost. They do not know what to do with themselves. Leisure plays an important role in the American life. With automa- tion, there is more of it than ever before in American history. The working husband is home earlier; the housewife finishes her work quicker. There is time to spare. But what are the American peo- ple doing with their spare time? Too often they do become puppets of a leisure device. The television, movie, dance, etc. becomes as im- portant as their food or home. This is the weakness Boris played on, the tendency of the Amer- ican to build his pleasures and ne- glect his mind. This is the weakness the communist world is patiently watching destroy our people. They will not bury us; we will. 9 JOCUS: Phut o l I «mI S al( ic ' Food For Thought” From . . by Constance Logue After the fourth period bell rings, usually signifying the daily Lunch Hour there is a mad rush. Hurrying to find your combination you’re thinking, Boy, I sure am hungry, wonder what they’re handing us today?” Then you slam your locker, push your way to the cafeteria and through the line. All this seems so routine to you. But have you ever stopped to think of all those who are concerned to make this daily routine” possible? One such person is our own Mrs. Runzo. Mrs. Runzo has had ten years of experience in regulating cafeteria ser- vice. She worked at Saint Stephen’s up until she started managing the caf- eteria, here, at V.C., three years ago. MRS. RUNZO AND FATHER LUZZI. Mrs. Louise Runzo. supervisor of the cafeteria and I.B.M. Machine in charge of paylaters... FUNNY, WHEN YOUR SISTER DOES THIS IT LOOKS LIKE WORK. 10 Mrs. Runzo- THE TOUCH OF THE MASTER KEEPING A CLEAN GALLEY... That Department Head When asked, With all the con- fusion of planning such a large family's meal, how do you find such a variety to satisfy all ? Mrs. Runzo answered, After so many years of experience it becomes a habit to know your foods and how to mix them well. She also stated that she, alone, plans the weekly menus and is al- ways open to suggestions. To help herself arrange the order list, Mrs. Runzo often refers to the State Men- us. In order to determine the amount or quantity of food needed to provide for the week, she also checks her own files and recipes. When I inquired about the kitchen inspectors. Mrs. Runzo informed me that there were two different types. The Health Inspector comes often to check the cleanliness and proper storage of food but the State Inspec- tor goes even further by examining the diet and up� to� date inventory. Under Surplus Food the state has access to all books and is able to go through any one of them. On the subj ect of help she re- ceives in the kitchen Mrs. Runzo commented, Oh yes, the women are a tremendous help to the school. Otherwise, if they weren’t volunteer- ing the cafeteria could never serve food at such a price. There are many mothers who give up their day at home and come to school to serve a meal to the student body. Yet, after working all morning in the kitchen, students come in and feel they’ve got a right to pick the food over and make comments not very welcoming to one who’s given time to satisfy them. I think the student could at least consider this and try to re- strain from these comments when they see something that disagrees with them. Mrs. Runzo could use all the help and co-operation she can get. What she needs is j ust a few more parents to volunteer their time, if possible. What dish or dinner, 1 asked, does the school most seem to prefer? Pizza by far is the most pre- ferred. Subs are a favorite, too. Other foods they like are: hot dogs, hamburgers and spaghetti. You can’t, she added, find everyone liking the same things, though, but we keep trying. 11 With each unmusical beat of the clock it is hard to realize that life, too, is ticking away. Every creature that God placed on this earth has a function that he must accomplish in his short time” on earth. This function, however, must go beyond the normal duties considered. A student must be more than a student, a housewife more than a housewife and a workingman, more than a workingman. There is a personal obligation to each and every one of us to use every bit of knowledge and talent that God gave us. It is necessary to ask oneself Am I accepting this personalized invitation to a complete life?’ Or is it the same old excuse, I’d like to, but I don’t have the time.” When the math teacher asked Mary if she would like to take the summer geometry course to help her advance, she answered, Oh, I'd like to and all that, but I don’t want to get tied down. There's just not enough time! JUST SITTIN’ by Robert Mizwa Many people believe they are Americans for various reasons. Some say, Why, I pay my taxes and I 'm no trouble maker. Others say, I gave three years in the ser- vice for my country. And still others may say, I know the consti- tution like I know the palm of my hand. But how well do we know the palm of our hands? Probably some of us never even looked. Yes, most of us are Americans. We can sing the national anthem, recite the pledge of allegiance, pay our taxes, vote and follow the laws in general. We also pay traffic fines and spend time in jail, stand by and watch others do something il- legal and say nothing about it, and sometimes we disregard the Iittle things ourselves, like going through a stop sign late at night because no one is on the road at that time- at least we thought so. We Americans are well off and happy. We can sit in our comforta- ble homes and watch the rest of world move about us. The cold wars, the imperialism, communism and race riots aren't our problems. At least not until they’re breathing down our necks and its too late to cast them aside. Aren’t you proud that we Ameri- cans are so good. So good that we call a person a stool pigeon be- cause he did the right thing. Oh, how patriotic we are! We can boast of our achievements and swear our loyalty in public, but boy, how in- secure we are when we look at the mirror on the woll. How much we need those tranquilizers at night to sleep. That bottle for courage. Yes, we all know whrjt the palms of our hands look like. Of course, she wouldn’t have enough time to go to class, watch all the television series, go out in the evening and do homework too! Quite typically she chose the easy way out-time for pleasure but she just couldn’t squeeze a bit of hard work and achievement in her busy schedule anywhere. Academic courses are not the only way to self fulfillment. We cripple ourselves if we snub know- ledge of art, poetry and music just because we aren’t interested enough to find the time. One boy, embar- rassed, admitted to his friends that he liked classical music. I don’t listen to it though,” he continued. There's just not enough time to listen to the classical radio station and WBZ’s pop music too. Anyway, I guess I like popular music better.” To excel in sports is another talent to be used to its fullest cap- acity. Still there are some athletic- ally inclined people who won’t even bother to try. | know I could be pretty good if I really tried, but I can’t fit it in with the homework and everything.” The everything he spoke of con- sists of watching television, talk- ing on the telephone, listening to the radio. No, he doesn’t have time either. We all have promises to keep’.’ We must make ourselves useful and interested beings or we deprive ourselves and our country of able leaders and intelligent followers. The clock is still ticking for us but for how long? For someone it just stopped. 12 All Together Now, con't. from page 7. ine our surprise when he told us he had seen an '’anaconda track.” After thoroughly dunking him for this wild explanation, we inspected the afore- mentioned track” and Fearless Leader decided that it was made by a slightly mixed up Hodiak bear.” Actually, it looked more like the place where 1 had slipped and fallen into the creek, but I didn’t have the heart to tell them. Fearless Leader decided that we should walk in the middle of the creek to avoid any ana- condas or otherwise that we might run across. This was fine, although a little cold, until the water began to get deeper and, since a number of us couldn’t swim, we waded into shore. LIKT ANY TRUE team, we had a head check and found that one of the explorers, Andy by name, was miss- ing- His being one of our shorter members, there was some concern o- ver his safety. A quick look at the creek showed a trail of air bubbles leading down the middle of the creek. Fearless Leader waded out and turn- ed him toward shore. Although we had found no actual tracks, it was getting late and we were hungry, so we turned back. Fearless Leader found a large log lying across the creek and attempted to cross it. After falling down and making the last few feet only by hanging by his fingernails, he said it was safe and we all started ac- ross. Inevitably, someone fell in, Charlie by name, and this necessita- ted a quick rescue. vThen we finally emerged from the woods, we were only six miles off course (pretty good considering what usually happened.) Of course, we had to go out again and find some tracks in order to complete the mer- it badge, but these were obtained 50 yards from the campsite. Fearless Leader never thought of looking there. A team was dispatched to get impressions of the tracks and an- other to lose F. L. in the middle of the woods; however, they too be- came lost and another team had to be sent to bring them back. Yes sir! Teamwork is a wonderful thing, but it can be overdone. Klub Korner Photos by Ted Szalewicz Proudly Seniors Joe YVishnok, Dick Frawley, Sam Leta, Bob Faunce, Dave Henderson. Bob Mizwa, George Nalepa, Tony Schill, Mike Schneider, Dick Faller, Tom Omiatek, and Mike lloros join the growing ranks of those who wear Viking jackets. Gratefully Christine Gureczny and Jean Lauer Dan Goodman, Father Antoun, and Larry Kissinger About a year ago. the staff feature ended: “and someday in the dim. dark futire we even hope to own oir printing press to run THE BARQUE on. too.” Thanks to the dedication, skill and determination of these staff members in particular, the club now has a Multilith 1250WL, Multigraph 379, plate burner, folder, electric stitcher, and Multi-line Headliner. Graduates Dan Goodman. Chris Gureczny and Jean Lauer leave a lot to live upto. 13 WEIL, HOW DO YOU? by Chris Guyton Who do you turn to when the chips are dow'n? Do you have a best friend, besides your dog, at a time like this? Like the time you were last in the cafeteria line and you were real- ly hungry. Did someone let you in front even though it meant Father Luzzi sending you both back to the end? If she did, I think you’re begin- ning to get the picture. How about the time you were absent and didn’t hear about the assignment due in history in one week. Did she fill you in on the facts? And the day you for- got your lunch ticket. Did anyone give you half of hers, even though it was her favorite dish? When your bus tokens were nowhere to be found, who lent you one? How about the physical fitness test—you couldn’t do sit-ups worth a darn. Did your partner count by two’s for you? And the time you went shopping and saw the blue cashmere sweater. Who broke her dollar bill and gave you twenty-three cents just because you were that much short? And when your parents are down your back, who do you call and talk to for hours and get her folks mad at her, too? I don’t know either, but I’m cer- tainly looking. MEMORIES OF MY “IN” DAYS Here a teenage girl I stand Coke and meatball in my hand. Cold as icebergs though they be They taste awfully good to me. Mother gasps upon the sight Hut when you've young it's living right. As a teenage girl I dance The jerk or pony given a chance Wild as horses though they be. It is just the thing for me; Father frowns when I begin, But I dance cause now it's “in. When I become adult in years I'll see these days through tears Happy as ever though I'll be I'll never erase the memory: The things I did so long ago In days of “do it now and go. —JoAnn Warcholic HOW I GOT WHERE Granted, the place wasn't much to look at, but it had its advantages. I can still remember the many happy hours we spent in wasteful exuber- ance. There were the Monday mornings we spent trying to balance lunch monk- ey. These were followed by Monday afternoon lectures in which our teacher tried to embarrass the little vandal into coming clean. Then there were the Tuesday morning lectures which served as a further dramatization and overall resume of the previous day's lecture. The latter were only necessitated, how- ever, when our teacher failed to find the mistake in addition that she had overlooked on Monday. I DON'T W ANT you to get the idea that we had pat lectures. We had one for every' capital sin, all the vices, and practically every imperfection. Some of them were even sort of i nteresling. There is one lecture that will altvays hold a warm place in my heart. In that one I only took about ten good minutes of daydreaming and maybe three of actual naptime. That was the time old Joe Crane foot was caught using Betty Lou Black's eraser without her mother's permission. It was good for just about the biggest scandal we had all year. The only one I can remember that I could even hold a candle to was the time Bobby Blake went caroling with the freshman girl's choir. He wasn't really caroling, though; he just kind of happened to show up in the crowd every time some adult yelled “hot chocolate . When we weren't having lectures we were supposed to have class. We did have something like that too. After our teachers collected their books, their tranquilizers and our homework papers, stomped down the hall, went into their next class and re-established their arsenals of de- mocracy; there were, hard as it may be to beli eve, a few minutes of act- ual study. I SUPPOSE you've heard about the turning point as regards wars and such? Well, about three months after the utopia that was my freshman year, there was a turning point or more like a breaking point in my high school life. I he point was high on a hill, far from the prying eyes of fellow human beings. It was called Venango Christian, and it was dif- ferent! You see it was an institution holding more of a resemblance to a high school than a junior high school. Take it from me pal, that can make all the difference in the world. They were giving us orders even before we got there. ilW e had to have uniforms , they said. “They'll give us dignity , they said. Dignity's all right, but when a guy's father starts calling him Sir that's not dignity anymore, it’shard cored satire. After that, they gave me a map of the school. It was more complicated 14 THEY ’RE GOING by Frank Shialabba than the road, map they made for me to find the place. 7 o make matters worse, got the two maps mixed up and I wound up going to KozyI 9s Bar and Grill. I finally got things straightened out, but by that time I had already made my first big mis- take. I was late! THE FIRST PERSON I saw was a nun. I later learned that her name was Sister Maureen. I knew it would be hard enough to explain my tardi- ness, but the smell of spirits that I had picked up over at Cozy9s was sure to brand me as an outcast. Sure enough, it did. It wasn9t pleasant being declared an outcast from people you had never even seen. My present unsettled condition however, teas due more to the fact that I still couldn9t follow the darned map they gave me, than it was to the promise of demerits by the aforementioned princi pal. I never did find my room, but a- bout ten minutes after my run-in with Sister Maureen I was stirred by some ominous sounding bells. I thought St. Peter had seen my plight, and was now calling me home. Nothing like that happened, but I wished I was home. Two-hundred and fifty persons screamed down the hall like a bullwark of a trillion mad bees . I was lucky, and only got stung by a couple million of them. Noticing a few familiar anlenae sticking above the crowd, I managed to grab a hold of one and let it drag me down the hall. I followed this same procedure the rest of the year. I had to; l9d lost my map. On a few occasions I had ven- tured into the badlands on my own, but those were times of extreme nec- essity. Luckily, they gave us those little passes with a whole lot of dir- ections written on the front. On the back they had conveniently placed the locations of the two telephone booths and the area code of each. IN M) SOPHOMORE year, I never knew where I was going; and I had four minutes to find out that where- ever it was, it wasn9t worth it. W ith the help of the original de- vises which I have previously men- tioned, by my junior year I had achieved a certain sense of security as to how I would get to where I was going. Now all I needed to know was what I was supposed to do once I got there. There teas this thing called Chem Lab. I think there was some connec- tion between it and the six new cloth- ing stores that opened to accomodate quote “the sudden surge of buying that has hit VC students99. ALL OUR TIME wasn9t spent nursing acid burns. There was al- ivays plenty of time to figure out how many chapters we were behind in our history outlines. After all this work they decided we needed a vacation. K e thought Hawaii would be nice; so did they. We couldn9t make it there; so we made it here. I should have more va- cations like that. They9d make me appreciate school a little better. W hen my senior year came along, I thought I teas finally settled. I had this notion that I knew just about all there was to know. Some guy in Har- risburg must have thought so, too; he kept testing me to try and disprove it. He gave me Preliminaryr Scholas- tic Aptitude Tests, Scholastic Apti- tude 7ests, English, trench and Math Achievement Tests, vision tests, height tests, color blind tests, tuber- culosis tests and, after all that, the one I needed most he forgot to give me— a sanity test. ALL THIS LEFT me right back where I started. I still didn't know where I was going. Something funny happened though! I man handed me a diploma and said “You are the light of the futureAnd all of a sudden I knew where I was going. 15 faculty: SEE THE U.S.A. THE A poll taken recently among the faculty members shows that they represent a total of 33 different col- eges and universitites. Their educations have come from various parts of our country—Saint Louis, South Bend, Indiana, Detroit, Wisconsin, New York, and Washington, D. C., as well as Rome, Italy. Here is the list which was compiled: Sister Matreen, Father Luzzi, Father Antoun Mr. Cavanaugh. Mrs. Garin, Sister Mary Philip Sister Mary Bernard, Miss Rush REV. LAWRENCE J. ANTOUN Degree: Saint Bonaventure SISTER M. ANTOINETTE, O.S.B. Degrees: University of Rochester and the Eastman School of Music Other Schools: Pius X of New York SISTER M. ADRIAN, O.S.B. Degrees: Mercyhurst College and the Un- iversity of Detroit Other Schools: Gannon College, Duqucsne University and Marquette Un- iversity SISTER MARY BERNARD, O.S.B. Degree: Mercyhurst College Other Schools: Villa Maria, Edinboro State, University of Pittsburgh, Yougnstown University, Notre Dame university, Venango Campus, Gannon College REV. JOSEPH BOBAL Degree: Saint Bonaventure Other SchoohGannon College SISTER CATHERINE, O.S.B. Degree: Mercyhurst College Other Schools: Clarion State, Edinboro State, Penn State, Villa Maria, Gannon College and Venango Campus RICHARD L. CAVANAUGH Degree: Saint Bonaventure Other Schools: Gannon College anf Georgetown University MRS. MARY JO GARIN Degree: Mercyhurst College Other Schools: Clarion State REV. RODNEY E.HARTLE Degree: Pontifical College of the Josephinum Other School: Gannon College SISTER JANET, O.S.B. Degree: Mercyhurst College Other Schools: Seton Hill College and Gannon College REV. GERARD H. KREBS Degrees: Saint Bonaventure, Pontifical North American College and Pontifical Gregorian University Other Schools: Gannon College SISTER MARY LOUIS, O.S.B. Degrees: Villa Maria College and Notre Dame University Other Schools: University of Pittsburg, Edinboro State, Mercyhurst College and will attend Wells College REV. SALVATORE LUZZI Degree : Saint Mary's University Other Schools: Laval University, Saint Bonaventure, Catholic University of America and Gannon Col- lege SISTER M. MAUREEN, O.S.B. Degrees: Villa Maria College and Notre Dame University Other Schools: Clarion State College, Gannon College and Edinboro State 16 COLLEGE WAY by Rhea Ann Stevenson I’hotos by Ted Szalewicz SISTER MARY MICHAEL, O.S.B. Degrees: Villa Maria And Catholic University Other Schools: Mercyhurst College and Gannon College SISTER MIRIAM, O.S.B. Degree : Mercyhurst College Other Schools: Edinboro State, Seton Hill College and Gannon College, and the Un- iversity of Dayton REV. ROBERT E. MURRAY Degree: Saint Bonavtnture Other Schools: Gannon College SISTER MARY PETER, O.S.B. Degrees: Mercyhurst College and Notre Dame Un- iversity Other Schools: Penn State, and Clarion State SISTER MARY PHILIP, O.S.B. Degrees: Villa Maria and Saint Louis University Other School : Gannon College SISTER MARY REGINA, O.S.B. Degrees: Villa Maria and Villanova university Other Schools: Xavier University and Notre Dame JOAN M. RUSH Degree : Clarion State MR. ROBERT STEPHENS Degree: Slippery Rock College Other School : Purdue University SISTER M. TERESITA, O.S.B. Degree: Mercyhurst College Other School: Catholic University SISTER VIRGINIA O.S.B. Degrees: Villa Maria and Notre Dame Other Schools: Mercyhurst College, Penn State and Georgetown University MR. STANLEY J. ZAGORSKI Degrees: Slippery Rock College Other School : Rutgers University Some of the best the nation’s colleges have to of- fer have come to VC. Gannon is the favorite choice of the teachers, while Mercyhurst and St. Bonaventures rank second. Although it’s no vacation, one of the bet- ter ways to see the USA” is to get an education a- long with the scenery. Sister Mary Peter, Sister Mary Lourdes Sister Mary Louis, Father Murray. Sister Virginia, Sister Adrian Sister Mary Michael, Sister Teresita, Mr. Stephens, Sister Catherine, F ather Krebs 17 Mrs. Cavanaugh, School Nurse Father Bobal, Father llartle. Sister Miriam, Mr. Zagorski Getting To Know You l Diana (Vlnnka, I mi I Sus(ak a y KATIIY DUDA SAM McCAULEY MARY LEE McGRAW GARY MOFFATT THERESA BROWN JOSEPH WNT'K Sam McCauley, a freshman, enjoys high school because of the many new friends he has made. He is an active member of the Star and is in the Freshman Speech Club. Math and Biology are his favorite sub- j ects. Besides his everyday school work, he finds time to putt around with his stamp collecting album and his model cars. Sue McCarthy, one of the newcom- mers to VC. She says that •• high school is a lot of fun and likes the three minutes between class change because it gives her a chance to talk to her friends.” Alegbra and histon are her favorite subjects. Sue takes part in the Freshman Speech Club and wrants to go into drama in forensics next year. Kathy Duda, a vivacious sopho- more at VC has recently received Press Paladin Award for her fine article in the Star. Kathy enjoys dancing, music and especially sew- ing. Kathy’s favorite subj ects arc French and English, and in general, likes school. Kathy, at the present time, is planning to go to college in the cadet teaching program. MARY LEE McGRAW is a junior ac- ademic student. She plans to be an elementary teacher after high school. Her favorite subj ects are history and English. History ap- peals to her because it teaches a- bout people and their historical background. The activities that she takes part in are the French Club, Library Aids, Glee Club, and Pre- pared Oratory in forensics. Because Mary Lee understands the value of study, she says, VC offers good standards for students preparing for college but they must take advantage of it.” Gary Moffatt is a commercial stu- dent. His favorite subjects include bookkeeping and history. After gra- duation he plans on going to Bryan Stranton for continued study in the business course. He is an active member in Chef and Radio Clubs. Besides his regular studies he finds time for hunting, fishing and coin collecting. Therese Brown, senior academic student says that French and Span- ish are her favorite subjects. T.C. noted that her English course is the subject most beneficial for college work. Noted for her excellant sing- ing, T.C. has been accepted at the New York State University” where she will major in music. Besides taking voice and piano lessons T.C. is an active participant in school activities. She is a member of Glee Club and Hostess Club. Joe Wnuk, sophomore, is a boy to watch for. Joe is a very viva- cious student participating in Stu- dent Congress, the Barque staff. Football Club and is on the Foot- ball team. Besides school activi- ties, Joe likes most outdoor sports especially archery and likes bowl- ing and chess. Joe is also an Eagle Scout. Joe’s favorite subject is math— It’s the most challenging.” He plans to attend Annapolis or to en- ter some branch of engineering. Thomas Omiatek, senior acade- mic student is a boy most likely to succeed. Tom is an active student participating in French Club, YCS and Student Council. His favorite hobby is competitive weightlifting and gymnastics. After graduation he plans to work a year and then enter college in a Socialogy course. When questioned about the senior courses at VC, Tom believed that school does prepare students for college through its academic course but that it lacks in courses for its vocation- al minded students. 18 LIKE TAKING CANDY... Illustrated by Rosemary Coyne e by Diane Wilson Summit Meeting, con’t. from page 5. b) Have the secretary keep a rec- ord of who attends the meetings. c) Student Council meetings, if held during school time, will not en- able all the representatives to at- tend the meetings. Question: How about smoking? Answers: a) It is not permitted in school. There is a five day suspension if caught on school property. There is a three day suspension if caught within three blocks of school. b) Smoking should not be permitted at dances. Question: What does school service include? Answer: These include such things as clothing drives, food drives, a courtesy desk, study hours and a lost and found station. The courtesy desk provides a cordial welcome for any visitor. If they so desire, they are given a tour of the school or any added infor- mation. Study hours are provided during the after school hours for any student who wishes to take advantage of the opportunity. Student Council members moderate these study hours. Question: Is there such a thing as “brownie points”? Answer: The idea of “brownie points” was brought up and it was decided that what some students call “brownie points” are considered common courtesy. They are no longer derrogative. Question What progiam could be in- stituted to replace Bible reading in the public schools? Answer: Group one discussed the problem of the issue of Bible Reading and Prayer being banned in schools and what could the Student Council do about it. Suggestions for handling the problem included: a) Religious program for religious occasions. b) Reading over the P.A. of some When I was ten, I said to my mother, “Let's get a horse! “A what, dear? she said absent mindedly. “A horse! We could keep it in the garage and let it play in the Big Lot, and there's . . • “Move. I have to put this in the oven. ' “and there's a Big Horse sale going on downtown. “A horse sale? Don't be silly! Go on out and play. I t's always been that way. A horse just isn't practical. I've no- ticed something strange about an adult's sense of values. A child's request is immediately tiled under fantasy, while an adult's is pure genius, to another adult , thing of a moral value—a newspaper article or magazine article. c) Go to church campaigns. d) Religion Emphasis Week. Suggested program: Meditation Hymn Meditation (privately) Reading of poem with re- ligious apsect. Use of other book para- lell to the Bible. Question: What can be done to stop the ruining of school property? Student Council could help by estab- lishing rules and regulations. If the students ruin property, they should not be permitted to use it. anyway. Of course, it's not really hard to see their point if you think about it hard enough. If six year old Susie asked you to buy her an all day sucker for her kindergarten par- ty, would you do it? After all, her mother needs that quarter to help pay for the new set of furs. She put them on the lining of her old coat. THE THING THEY don 't seem to understand is that value does not depend on the price of the desired article, nor is it connected with the age of the receiver. The fact that a person has reached the age of twen- ty-one doesn’t make him eligible for the fulfillment of his wants. On the other hand, a mere child’s request isn’t always worthless. Someone who is faced with the problem of where his next cigarette is going to come from can't possibly understand the dilemna if a five year old who needs a kitten. I enjoy watching youngsters downtown with their parents. It's funny to watch Junior beg for a new coloring book. Mother refuses be- cause she still has to buy her hair coloring for the Big Party tonight, and dad has to have those golf clubs by tomorrow, at the latest. I’ve learned to treat adult whims gently and with great pomp. If they can't understand me, then the FLC is good for blackmail. Maybe you just have to be an ad- dult to know one. 19 vlb V y I FEATURES- 3 Why So Scarlet Eyed? A Parody, Diane Jasiota Song for Tomorrow, Jo Anna McGreevy 4 Forgetfully Yours, Marcia Pastrick You Call That Fun? Patricia Skiba 5 Summit Meeting at VC Discusses Involvement in Student Activities, Gary Hawk 8 12 14 The Lying Sex, Carolyn Hovis All Together Now, John Sullivan Tit for Tot, Christine Cartwright Where the Grads Art,Rhe Ann Stevenson Help? Marta Savage The Question Is Who Will Bury Whom? Time Waits for No Man, Rosemary Coyne Just Sittin’, Robert Mizwa Well, How Do You? Chris Guyton Memories of My “In Days, Jo Ann Warcholic How I Got Where They're Going, Frank Shialabba Like Toki ng Candy . . ., Diane Wilson Faculty: See the USA the College Way, Rhea Ann Stevenson DEPARTMENTS- 3 Editorial: Elements of a Christian Education, Michael Yeager 6 Sports: Repressing on Irrepresible Force, Frank Shialabba 10 Focus: Food for Thought” from Mrs. Runzo—That Department Head, Constance Logue 13 Kluw Korner, Ted Szalewicz 18 Getting to Know You, Diana Czlonka, Emily Sustak VENANGO CHRISTIAN HIGH SCHOOL H HeKce K€ U £xenci e COMMENCEMENT PROGRAM Venango Christian High School Oil City, Pennsylvania Tuesday, June 8, 19$ Very Reverend William Processional........... Star Spangled Banner... Salutatory............. R. Hastings. VCHS Band VCHS Band ............ Presiding Pomp and Circumstance .....Francis Scott Key ..........Robert Mizwa Eternal Life, Duncan.................................Therese Brown Presentation of Graduates............. Reverend Lawrence J. Antoun (Please do not applaud individual graduates) Presentation of Diplomas........ Very Reverend William R. Hastings Graduation Address...... Very Reverend Monsignor Leo E. Hammerl Ave Maria,Hach-Gounod.............................Therese Brown Vaiedictory............................................Carol Hall Congratulations from the Board.....Very Rev. William R. Hastings Alma Mater............ TL .............................I he Graduates Recessional........... AI .. .......................................Alma Mater VCHS Band U ARDS ARCHBISHOP GANNON MEDA1. FOR HIE HIGHEST AVERAGE Carol Hall DERRICK MEDAL FOR HIGHEST BOVS AVERAGE Robert fizna BISHOP McMANAMAN MEMORIAL MEDAL FOR EXCELLENCE IN FRENCH Rose Marie Andres FATHER KALTENBACH MEMORIAL MEDAL FOR EXCELLENCE IN SPANISH Christine Cureczny SCIENCE CLUB MEDAL AND SCHOLARSHIP FOR EXCELLENCE IN SCIENCE Michael ) eager FOURTH DEGREE ASSEMBLY, K. OF C. MEDAL FOR EXCELLENCE IN CHRISTIAN DOCTRINE Jane Singer STERLINGSMITHS OF AMERICA HOME ECONOMICS AWARD Raula W ydro HOME ECONOMICS TROPHY Suzanne I hula DERRICK MEDALS FOR EXCELLENCE IN BUSINESS EDUCATION Jean Lauer MAI HEM A riCS Catherine Mayerslcy ENGLISH Raimi Rauer SOCIAL STUDIES Mary hisher AMERICAN LEGION MEDAL FOR HONOR, COURAGE, SCHOLARSHIP AND LEADERSHIP I rank Shialabba ami tlarx Jane iehert Awards given at Senior Communion Rreakfast9 June 8, 965 1965 GRADUATES Steven R. Alter Rose Marie ndres Nancy Louise Andrews Sheila Ann Barrett Panni Lee Bauer Lynda Marie Best Margaret E. Blackhurst Karen Ann Briggs Therese Marie Brown Doris Ann Buczek Marilyn Florence Camp Linda Marie Campagna Thomas Anthony Carone Ronald Mark Carter Margaret Rita Coyne Suzanne Elizabeth Duda William C. Edwards Robert Lawrence English Richard Joseph Faller Thomas P. Faller Robert Eugene Fauncc Mary Elizabeth Fisher Karen Jo Fitzgerald J. Richard Frawley John W. Garrnong Kay Lorraine Gatesman Martha Gierlach Daniel B. Goodman J. Maxine Goreczny Karen Anne Gressley Christine Ann Gureczny Pamela Madeline Guyton Carol Ann Hall Robert Eugene Kartle Gary Dennis Hawk Thomas Edward Heath David Denney Henderson Anne Marlea Hibbard James William Hibbard William Charles Hill Michael Horos Barbara Ellen Karg Linda Marie Karg Louis J oseph Karg Pamela Marie Kams William H. Karns BarDara Ann Ka we ski Suzanne Kay Patricia Lois Keating Connie Lou Keating Wilma Ann Kokai Donna Lee Koziara Joseph Michael Kostek James Joian Krawiec Jane Ann Krawiec James Joseph Krescnski Charles R. Lamberton Jean Marie Lauer Samuel F. Leta James K. Logue Virginia Bernice Loll Mary Beth Marchibroda Catherine Josephine Mayersky Gloria J oyce Mazzctti Susan Ann McCarthy John M. McGinty Michael D. McGuckin Sylvia Ann McMahon Sandra Lee Milner Robert J. Mizwa Mary Ann Moffett Carol Ann Moran Susan Ann Morgan Patricia Ann Vlorkin Julie Ann Mott George E. Nalepa Thomas R. Omiatek David T. Ossoff Sharon Kay Owens Nancy Ann Petulla Thomas E. Proper Kathleen Anne Rice Terrence Rodgers Anthony John Schill Michael Renwick Schneider Karen Louise Schreckengost James J oseph Scurry Katherine Margaret Settlemire James George Shefchunas Frank A. Shialabba Mary Jane Siebert Jane Cecilia Singer Mary Ann Skiba Joseph Edward Smith Allen Frank Stempin Joan Elaine Stover Steven Edward Trout Linda Louise Voloshin Maria Christine Ward Francis Joseph Wishnok Paula Marie Wydro Michael Paul Yeager Jean Louise Zacherl Jeanne Marie Zacherl John Mark Zuilkoski Indicates members of the National Honor Society MEMBERS OF THE BOARD Right Rev. Msgr. James M. Powers Very Rev. Msgr. William R. Hastings Reverend Lawrence J. Antoun Reverend Joseph A. Kacprowicz Reverend Joseph A. Maryland Reverend James H. Weber Mr. Edward P. Boyle Mr. Harry W. Gent, Jr. Mr. Fred Manion, Jr. Mr. Charles Prenatt Mr. Louis Lenovich Mr. David Schreckengost VENANGO CHRISTIAN HIGH SCHOOL ALMA MATER I he Cross and Star are shining bright Above the winding stream; These symbols on their lofty height Stand in the sun’s gold gleam. And to the world proclaim The glory of the Christian name. VENANGO! Out of your halls arise Our dreams of future glory. VENANGO! With joy our voices rise Io tell your wondrous story. We sing of your beautiful hills Where stand the Black and Gold Where learning thrives and wisdom thrills Our hearts with words untold. We plan our future ways. Remembering these happy days. ■('t •vvJ-4.t .6.. 'S- j ■ •• '■ . . v .. j ■ -w—ten-i.•. - x rwiiW'‘-(V Is Zik --if , i