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

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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

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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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Nite Fright Bv Pat Skiba A Fish Story : Dime Store Hobby By Joseph Harvey In the United States today there are an estimated 16 million aquari- ums. Most aquarists are casual fan- ciers, but many have discovered the rewarding arts of breeding and aqua- rium recreation. tability.lt may involve only a simple bowl of inexpensive fish or an entire room of tanks filled with exotic species. The investment may range from a few dollars to many thou- sands. Halloween was just around the corner when one of the members of my family decided to plug the rotis- serie, broiler and mixer in one circuit. The fuse blew and I was elected to go up stairs to get the candle which was always kept in the closet under the attic steps. The stairs creaked when I placed my foot down and commenced my ascension to the third floor. I had 1,111 goose bumps on my arms. This is a factual number because that’s how long it took me to take my second step. Closing my eyes wouldn’t do any good because I couldn’t see any further than my hand. I closed them anyway and ran to the top where I hit the second floor wall. I didn’t need my nose anyway. My heart had just set an all time record for miles per second by the time I reached the third floor closet. I turned the knob and pow, a white ghost, like the ones seen in the movies, rushed towards me. I franti- cally screamed—what else could I do—and hit the floor with a thud. Who knows what happened then? All I know is that when I came to, my pet parrot said, Boo, betcha I scared you! ha, ha . . Then came Halloween and I secured a babysitting job at the neighbors who live in a remodeled nineteenth century mansion. The children were sound asleep when — zok, pow, boom — noise from the darkened kitchen disturbed my mental well being. Armed with my umbrella, I proceeded to investigate. I did my best James Cagney imitation. Watch out you guys, you’re all covered. Hey, Louie, let’s knock ’em off!” I cracked a super bubble with my bat gum. (I won the playground champion- ship once.) I waited for the worst, then dashed into the kitchen and swung my weapon. I chalked up two concussions for my employers. They were coming in the back way, since the front door was locked, and they didn’t want to scare me. The interest may start with a few goldfish purchased at the dime store as pets. And it may develop into one of tbe most fascinating and exciting hobbies—the care and breeding of live beings. As pets, tish offer marked advan- tages. On a minimal basis, they are clean, odorless, comparatively care- free, and if properly cared for, di- sease-free pets. For a more serious hobbyist, the development of an aqu- arium is a most fascinating science, one that presents the opportunity of exercising almost god-like attributes in creating a miniature world with special types of life to inhabit it. In its ornamental aspects the aquarium provides every opportunity for the display of imagination and art in the most glorious colors of nature in motion. The use of plant life, gravel, de- corative rocks and shells, ornaments, and the selection of fish provide a wide range of colors, shapes, and materials to create a visual work of art fitting your own home decor or your special talent. From the economic point of view, too, the aquarium has universal adap- Educationally, the aquarium pro- vides a living experience in nature— a prototype of the world we inhabit. In the aquarium we see the gaseous cycle of plant and animal life on earth. We observe how animal wastes become plant food to create more food for animal life. We notice the effects of balanced diet and over- feeding, of cleanliness and dirt, of heat and cold, of the balance of un- seen gases in the atmosphere. Here we see the variations of nature and natural adaptations, the tneory of survival of the fittest in action. We see hereditary personality factors in some species and instinctive reac- tions that resemble brilliant intelli- gence. We are lather, mother, doctor, farmer, engineer, policeman — yes, almost a god. We create systematically the oxygen they breathe, the food they eat, the water they inhabit, their homes, their enemies, their friends. With skill, we can even create their personalities, habits, attitudes, and desires. And in this process we learn more intimately, through experience, a great deal about ourselves and our own environment. Joseph Harvey observes aquatic life.