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

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CHARACTERS CINDERELLA CHESTER, a nice lad; honest which is all right; poor, which isn't. THE STEPMOTHER CARLA, the first dopey-looking stepsister. CLAUDIA, the second dopey-looking stepsister. THE FAIRY GODMOTHER Ward CINDERELLA: You were dizzy to start with. STEPMOTHER: What did you say? CINDERELLA: I said I’m so busy that I don't know what to start with. CLAUDIA: How can I be so smart and gorgeous, too. CINDERELLA: All you need is a big head, that's all. STEPMOTHER: What was that? CINDERELLA: Oh, I just said that, it's agreed that you're a head by all. CARLA: Don't feel too bad, Cinder. We'll remember you when we dance around the floor with the prince. CLAUDIA: Imagine me in the prince's arms. All the other guests looking on. He asks me to marry him but . . . I run coyly away ... he chases me ... I stop ... he catches me . . . he tries to put his arms around me ... I elude him ... I run away. (She pantomines but trips and falls over her own feet). CINDERELLA: And you fall down a well? STEPMOTHER: What was that? CINDERELLA: I said, isn't that gown swell. STEPMOTHER: Hurry now my child- ren. We musn't be late. We'll surely be the hit of the ball. And one of you darlings will snag . . . er . . . steal . . . er . . . trap . . . er . . . capture the heart of our prince. CARLA: How could we miss? CINDERELLA: (Sneering)It wouldn't hard! CLAUDIA: You either have it, or, like Cinderella, you don't. CINDERELLA: That's the way it always is with me. I'm so young and not really bad looking, if I had nice clothes. I'm too young to die espec- ially of housemaids knees, anyway. (She doesn't begin her work right away. Instead dances around pretend- ing that she is dancing with the prince. Meanwhile the Fairy Godmoth- er enters.) FAIRY GODMOTHER: (As Cinderella sees hert she stops dancing). What are you? Some kind of kook? CINDERELLA: Oh! What? I mean who are you? FAIRY GODMOTHER: Your good fairy godmother, who else! CINDERELLA: Well, what are you here for? FAIRY GODMOTHER: To change your life into a dream come true. Do you have a pumpkin around and some mice? CINDERELLA: Yes, I'll go fetch them. FAIRY GODMOTHER: Go into the other room, while I work to my best ability. (Meanwhile, Cinderella9 s shabby old dress is changing into a pink cloud of loveliness.) CINDERELLA: (Enters.) I feel so wonderful. FAIRY GODMOTHER: Yes, my dear. But stick to the script, you can't fall in love with the chaffeur. At midnight, that car turns into a pumkin and that chaffeur to some mice. (She looks down at Cinderella's feel.) I don't know if this is going to work. Your feet couldn't be any bigger than a four and a half. CINDERELLA: That's right. FAIRY GODMOTHER: Well, a glass slipper is a glass slipper. I'll have to dig up one of those sample sizes, but don't worry I'll do it. Now off with you. Remember, midnight and you've had it. Meanwhile, it'll be a ball. (At the Hall) CARLA: Look at the prince. He still has three hours to dance with us; but,instead, he's with the little one in the glass slippers. CLAUDIA: Do those slippers look like real glass? CARLA: No, they couldn't be. (Arriving home.) CLAUDIA: That prince is a fink any- way and really very homely when you get close to him. STEPMOTHER: Who got close to him? Where's Cinderella? Get her down here. I feel like kicking some- one. . . Cinderella! It's after mid- night. (Cinderella enters looking the same old way.) CINDERELLA: Here I am, I was watching the late news. STEPMOTHER: Get my bathrobe and make us some tea. CINDERELLA: Make it yourselves. CARLA: W'hat! You heard mama. Do what you're told. CINDERELLA: I will not. I'm tired and going to bed. (A knock at the door. Cinderella continues up the stairs.) Come in. (Enter Chester.) CHESTER: My uncle has finally agreed to make me part of his business. We can get married now, Cinderella. Cinderella? CINDERELLA: (Shaking her head) No, my true heart throb is the prince. CHESTER: But your feet are too small and I like small feet. CINDERELLA: Ho, Chester, do you really mean it? CHESTER: You know I do. CINDERELLA: (Running eagerly down the stairs screaming) Yes. Yes. Yes. You love me for myself. Illustrated by Theresa Everman

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CINDERELLA GOES MODERN This is c modern version of the long famed fairy tale, “Cinderella ’ The scene opens in Cinderella’s shabby home. A One Act Play By Julie CINDERELLA: Oh, what a life I lead! Woe is me!Cleaning, sweeping, washing dishes, and talking on the phone (usually to that nice but poor - lad.Chester). But some day . . . some day a prince will come for me on a white charger. Then he'll sweep me off my feet into the night. My wicked stepmother will really be surprised . . . especially to see such royalty calling on me. According to her and my two dopey-looking stepsisters all I’m good for is to work and take care of them. (Cinderella once again drifts off into her dreams of her Prince. Meanwhile she hears the familiar voice of Chester). CHESTER: Cinderella! Cinderella! My love, please marry me. CINDERELLA: (Shaking her head) No, I’m waiting for the prince to ask me. He is going to. I had a dream. CHESTER: Your foolish dreams will never come true. He will never marry you. You'll never get to meet him. Besides—forgive me, my love-your feet are too small.(He speaks under- standingly) I like small feet, but . . . CINDERELLA: I like you.Chester, but we are both poor. How would we live? We would starve! This wicked country of Poorsville doesn't even have a Widow's Pension. How dread- ful it would be if you left now. How would I survive? The rich have all the money. CHESTER: That's the way it usually is. But some day I, Chester Claude- hopper, will change all that. I have many friends. CINDERELLA: Please go, Chester, My wicked stepmother is coming. (After Chester leaves, Cinderella thinks quietly). A nice boy. Chester, but no future. (Stepmother comes in). STEPMOTHER: Cinderella, you look a mess as usual. Even if you combed your hair and had some new clothes, I doubt if it would improve you. You're still just a plain Jane. Now don't just idle your time away think- ing of the prince. Once and for all you're not going to the ball. You'd shame us. Your two lovely sisters, Carla and Claudia are going and you know how charming they are. Now get busy; you have lots to do . . . clean the fireplace ... do the laundry . . . paper the walls . . . scrub the floor. (She then goes and hits her). That's for nothing. Just to remind you how wicked I am. CINDERELLA: Could anything worse happen to me9 STEPMOTHER: I could do it again. (Carla and Claudia come in. They are all dressed up. They dance around showing off their new formats, stopping now and then to stare at themselves in the mirror.) CARLA: I'm so happy it makes me dizzy just looking.

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Laugh Awhile-. Passes-Any thing Goes Illustrated by Mike Burke by Christine Cartwright Alumni Graduates of '63 Still in School The present seniors saw the Class of '63 graduate almost four years ago. Where are they now? According to the results of a survey in September, 92% of the class are still happily single, while only 8% are married. Studies still claim 66% while 16% are in some branch of the service and 18% work. Do you remember any names? Robert Gabrcfski is a pre-med student at the University of Dayton. Mike Cunningham and Bob Wol- laston are also in pre-med: Mike, at St. Francis College, Loretto; and Bob, at St. Vincent College, Latrobe. Alberta Bechtel, Helen Anderton and Betsy Hughey are all graduate nurses. Helen is a staff nurse in St. Vincent's operating room. Dwight Guth is a barber, and in the Army Reserve. William Stewart is part of the Army Security Agency: Robert Grocutt is in the Air Force, in radar; Robert Rossiter is in the Army. Judy Oliver, former Co-ed corres- pondent for Venango Christian, is a home ec major at Mercyhurst College. Tom Kleck will graduate from college to be a funeral director. Genevieve Smuteck is majoring in physical education at Slippery Rock College. Robert Haslett is an accounting major in business administration. George Frawley is in the NROTC at the University of Notre Dame, majoring in aero-space engineering. Tom Hartsell is studying account- ing right now, and intends to enter law school. De Anna Demmer will graduate from Edinboro State College. This year, she is student teaching in Titusville. Tom Kleck V.C. is a top school all right. Top football team, top subjects, top pawn shop, top . . . Hey! That last one is the most appropriate tag we’ll ever receive. This high school is not only a warehouse for students and their lockers, but it's the biggest con game going. Every year the faculty thought- fully provides us with a new racket. This year the biggest one is bus passes. Those little blue pieces of paper with one's name typed crooked- ly on them are the most passable things since locker combinations. They’re worked in several ways. Sometimes they're shown to the bus driver, but don’t bet on it. They’re usually flipped upside down and, if you pick the right week, you get a free lunch (or five). It works the other way,too. I’ve seen more kids get on a bus with a lunch ticket than somebody would care to count. When held properly, with just half the card showing at a flick of the hand, those beauties can get you out of any class or into any locker or lav safely. I hear a rumor going around now that one might even have a chance to get into the health room with one of those; provided our team can minimize them to the rest of the security barriers around that door. This has proved so profitable that it is now branching out. One student was admitted to the City Club at the Holiday Inn by flashing his ticket. People were afraid they'd look stupid if they asked him who he was. If you forget your lunch ticket and blue isn’t the color of the week, you can always trade your pass for someone’s lunch. Having more than one is so handy. You can be sure of a taker. Don’t worry about not having one when you get on the bus, you don’t need it anyway. When you really start worrying is if Father Antoun calls you in to repossess your bus pass and your lunch ticket isn't blue. . . Bill Stewart