Robertsdale High School - Tiger Yearbook (Robertsdale, PA)

Page 17 text:

“Everything has an ending: there will be An ending one day for you and me. An ending of the days we had together. The good companionship, all kinds of weather.”—Hinkson

Page 16 text:

Editor As editor of the 1956 TIGER let me be your host for the next one hundred pages between its cover. In the short time alloted. I would like to acquaint you or re-acquaint you, as the case may be, with students and teachers of Roberts- dale High School. Follow me through these pages while 1 attempt to tell you something a- bout the students, their activities, their achieve- ments, and their school life in general. Have you enjoyed this panorama of names, events, education, and personalities which has passed before your eyes? If your answer is yes, then, we, the staff, feel a sense of worthwhile achievement because we have successfully ac- complished our purpose of blending against a colorful background the 1956 portion in the “endless history” of our Alma Mater. I wish to take this opportunity to thank our advisor. Miss Marcocci, for the time and effort she spent with us, to our associate editor and business manager, Marion Black and Sue Foore, the members of my staff, and to all others, who may have contributed in any way in the publication of this annual. William Croft, Editor “We must do the thing we must Before the thing we may; We are unfit for any trust Till we can and do obey.” —McDonald

Page 18 text:

THE GOOD YEARS It seems almost like yesterday, that Sep- tember day in 1952, which saw—green fresh- men crowded together like little newly-hatched chicks. Such a bonny class we were! And do you remember how flighty we were? With Mr. McClain and Mr. Croft as our advisors, we were given the do’s and the don'ts and then put through the grind. Before we proceeded too far. we learned that high school was not all bliss, but a big part of it, good hard work. Most of us swallowed this bitter dose manfully and pressed on, though a few of our friends were obliged to fall behind. Included among our events as freshmen were several skating parties and a picnic at Paradise Furnace. After a struggle with that monster, final examina- tions, those of us who had made the grade were ready for that vacation. Our officers that year were Elwood Greenland, president, Jo Ann Park, vice president. Sue Foore, Secretary, and Janet Lou George, treasurer. In September of ’53 we embarked on our journey as sophomores, with Miss Angle and Mr. Wible as our advisors. As sophomores, we thought that since we had one class, the fresh- men, to look down upon—why not the other two as well? But the teachers mercilessly began throwing the books at us, and soon we wel- comed a word of sympathy from these brave juniors and seniors who had weathered the storm before us. We worked hard, but played harder—we branched out and found ourselves contributing our talents to the various extra- curricular activities. Before we realized it, an- other year had passed by. Our leaders were Elwood Greenland, president, Gary Rourke, vice-president, Jo Ann Park, secretary, and Janet Meketa, treasurer. We began our junior year under the guid- ance of Mr. Troy. We gave the reigns of government to Elwood Greenland, president, Gary Rourke. vice-president, Jo Ann Park, secretary, and Janet Meketa, treasurer. Well,, at last we were upperclassmen, and as such, we assumed our role with a dignity befitting juniors! We awed the sophomores and dis- gusted the seniors, but onward we surged. This year we had reached a milestone in our career—we had our rings—what else matter- ed? And to distinguish ourselves as a class different from all others, we staged a prom of distinction—remember the “Igloo Club? Our class looked great that night! Time does fly, doesn’t it? It wasn't long until we were big wheels—the old men and women of R. H. S.! With Miss Marcocci as our advisor, we elected Elwood Greenland, president, Gary Rourke, vice-president, Jo Ann Park, secretary, and Wanda Dickson, treasurer. Little did we know that with the promotion would come plenty of hard work. Besides our studies, two projects loomed before us—earn- ing funds for our Washington tour and publi- cation of our annual. We worked and how we worked! Among our many memories, our sen- ior play and our participation in the various clubs will be outstanding ones. And never to be forgotten will be the enchanting prom which the juniors gave us—it was indeed a memor- able event. As we say good-bye to our school, our teachers, and fellow students, one thought is uppermost in our minds—a thought best ex- pressed in the following words: Dear old Robertsdatc High, we'll ere be true. Dear old Robertsdale High, we pledge our love to you. Marian Black and Wanda Dickson, Historians