Waynesboro Area Senior High School - Wayarian Yearbook (Waynesboro, PA)

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W l411:Q.x.f .9 A , J g XF,-Q ig W i ti jf ' X ' sv i. X I 5 , ' s as s -, 5 I U N j e J Class Prophecy Wage , R4 e l If you insist, Mr. Class of Thirty-three, that this is your only request before passing on, I will certainly grant it and, by gazing into my unique crystal, observe those persons wearing your insignia in the year of 1945, but you must be patient and quiet while I lind the abodes of your widely scattered class. The crystal is clearing. 'Directly in front of me, I see a small office on the outskirts of Greencastle, bearing the shingle, 'QCHARLES GOSSARD AND ROY ANGLE, ATTORNEYS-AT-LAW.,' The door is now opening and at one side of the barren room stands Roy, practicing his speech for a street corner session, while, at the other, Charles is composing a sales line for the chief barker in the Strine and Mathias Medicine Show. The crystal fades. Now, it grows brighter-yes, much brighter! Here is an elaborate beer garden just off 42nd Street, which is owned and managed by Bruce Neibert. Among his employees, I recognize Robert McCleary behind the bar, Raymond Gelwick, Robert Foreman, and Norman Garling gracefully serving the 'W' beveTqesT and'ivfary jLmie FlohrTrnfdIieniTeth' Scheaifer entertaining with an as- .fl iii ll fy ll f L X I rcs I tounding dance. In a remote corner sit William Johnston, Dan Frankforter, and Donald Snider, rather boisterously discussing the antics of their pet stocks. Now, on the western coast of the continent, in a neatly furnished bungalow in Beverly Hills, I see Aldus Bonebrake and Camilla Howe ardently rehearsing a scene from their pending production, Spading Up the Earth . If they are merely working overtime, they are thoroughly enjoying it. The crystal transports me across the Pacific Ocean into the heart of India, where I can detect a small village in which The Reverend Doctor D. Roy Stoner and missionaries, Faith Benshoff, Margie Kuhn, and Mildred Wertz, are living very happily in their crudely constructed mission. Back in Waynesboro, the wearers of your jewelry grace a great number of the business establishments, either as employees or customers. However, I am able to determine the actual position of only a few of them. Carolyn Stitely and Jeanne Solliday are at the height of contentment while chatting and chewing over their work in the sales department of the Stone and Lux Chewing Gum Factory. Across the street in her up-to-date studio, Doris jackson is just putting the finishing touches on her painting, Love's Labor Regainedu, for the cover of Gertrude Nevin's popular magazine, Love Tales . The perfectly contented couple, represented in the painting, bear a marked resemblance to Bettie Tomlinson and Eugene Barnhart. A few doors down the street, in the town's most exclusive dress shoppe, Mary Benedict is rearranging her entire stock after spending the afternoon in a fruitless endeavor to make a sale to the Countess de Van, known to you as Elaine Kepner. I have got glimpses of numerous other l'33', men and women scattered over the city, but I will not take time to enumerate them, for I have just noticed some- thing that promises to be of greater interest. Speeding eastward on Main Street, in an old Ford roadster are Max Mackley, Austin Hess, Miriam Miller, and Carrie Rebok, all of whom are in a state of anima- tion which would suggest the anticipation of a big party. At the hospital, they turn northward, barely missing Robert Durst and Merle Brubaker, who are re- placing an old gas line, and continue speeding toward the Country Club. The rattling Ford nears the Club, the general appearance of which suggests that some Twenty- two gg 'fi

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A , X6 Ivy A Q A 4, g X ff , ya . ,. .,- . new ' f if f f at , ,ar -15-fi t X I, ii 0 ' LXWN ' 2' 5- Class Wzll - 'E I, THE CLASS OF 1953 of the High School of Waynesboro, Pennsylvania, 'g having reached the apex of my career, possessing a full measure of knowledge and 0 sanity, do hereby bequeath, devise, and confer all my worldly possessions and charges to the following beneficiaries, to-wit: , Upon the class of '54, I bestow, not as a reward for any outstanding ability, ' but rather as a consolation for long endurance, the name of Seniors and a right to the inevitable prestige with the esteemed members of the faculty-prestige so honorably earned by the merits of my well-deserving members. To the aforesaid successors to my prominent position, I reluctantly grant the right to take possession of home-rooms three, sixteen, nineteen, and twenty-five, , with their undefiled, dignified atmosphere, and fervently hope that they will not I instigate any degradation beyond the power of my Sister Class to restore. f To the coming juniors, I bequeath my well-known ability to talk back in self-defense. To that class of insignificant cradle warmers , commonly designated as X frosh, I can merely leave a prayer, in the hope that some day, having experienced j the dullest rays of knowledge, they may actually detect the light and commence an honest strife toward the insurpassable ideals established by my individual members. , Upon my several faculty advisers, I give my most hearty appreciation of their assiduous efforts which have done much to determine my present position. j To Mr. Harbaugh, my best periscope with which he may better detect and trace any personal affairs of his pupils. I To Miss Witherspoon, my loudest and most stern voice that she may make her students jump not only out of their seats, but literally out of their shoes. To Mr. Strine, whose fondness for making pen and ink drawings during trying conversations with persistent antagonists is well known, all the life-time fountain pens which have survived my usefulness. X l To Mr. Martin, my best botanical diagrams and drawings to be hung on his l classroom walls in order to cover the spots thereon. r To Miss Allen, my most efiicient reading glass whereby she may be able to recognize those junior shorthand characters. To Miss Schue, l appropriate a volume of Suggestions for All Programs with which she may adequately supply the demands of program committees for extra-curricular activities. Any person, whether trustee or direct beneficiary of this document, attempt- ing to nullify, alter, invalidate, or in any way interfere with the above provisions, shall not only be deprived of all rights, privileges, or tangible possessions therein granted him or her, but shall also be sentenced to strenuous labor, for one to four years, according to the discretion of the jury selected by Mr. Keener, as an assistant to the local high school janitor and liable to a fine sufiicient to supply Mr. Har- baugh's demand for pennies during the ensuing year. Hereunto have I set my hand and seal, on this, the second day of june in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and thirty-three. Class of 1933 Twenty-one N V l l F0 1 5 sf 2 PM ,fN rg

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I W. ' ' , 1 'Z it 4 ,, -- ,,.,, l !W1if:ffll' L, fZ ,. . X Z ' if f I A-is X . ml 'El' '-X T Nx I4 5' ocial function is taking place within, but it does not enter the driveway. Ho Ip ,VA strange! Let's have a glance at the interior to see just what is going on. Now, IL Vi. I- understand. Amid a lovely Horal decoration, Helen Martin and Margaret Brown 4? are officiating as hostesses at a bridge luncheon of the Elevated Chin Club. Again turning my attention to the group in the roadster, I find that they have come to a stop in front of White Mills and are entering the old dilapidated A K building where a party for the employees of the Shearer and Shefller Stage Settings CQ! Factory is under full sway. The other guests include the majority of the factory '- owners' co-operative classmates and their wives or lady friends. J The scene again changes and I find myself in a large courtroom in Phila- ' delphia. Max Sulanke and Clyde Strite are pleading, before Judge Richard Null, the case of their client, Louise Armstrong, who is suing Samuel Stine for damages done to her limousine by a bullet fired from the defendant's rifle, while he was brushing up on his target shooting. The crystal grows very dim. Now, it is clearing and I see a business section of Paris, France. In a quaint little shop stands Maree Riley, who, it seems, has I devoted her attention to the manufacture of cosmetics and, having become pro- ficient in the French language, has opened a beauty shoppe in that city. Once more we return to New York City, where, in the Martha Faust Tea Room, I recognize, under the guise of a successful scientist, none other than Ray- mond Harbaugh, who is gossiping with Helen Benedict. Mr. Harbaugh still seems to know all the news and he certainly is letting Helen in on it. Oh! I almost forgot to tell you, he says. Last week I attended a concert presented by your old' boy friend, Douglas Danfelt, given in one of the largest auditoriums in- . But Helen didn't find out if it was in New York or Blue Ridge Summit, for at this moment Mrs. William Johnston, formerly Loretta Barlup, and Cletus Fox pass the window and Mr. Harbaugh is out on the street in a second to checkup on them. The crystal fades. No more can I see. .f X II I I I I I I , ,. I Fa 1 ,IM Twenty-three 'x f,!!LN.,t V T A : Q .