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

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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.

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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

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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