Woodrow Wilson High School - Orion Yearbook (Youngstown, OH)

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It was October 25, 1943. The audience was tense. Court was called to order and a three-act drama, The Night of Ianuary 16 was proudly presented. The play, a dramatic account of a murder trial, called for a jury chosen from the audience. The jury knew nothing of the contents of the play, so their verdict was given with unprejudiced feelings. The audience agreed whole- heartedly with the chosen verdict. Under the skillful guidance of Mr. Iudd Yeager of the faculty, each and every member of the cast handled his part superbly. Because of the unusual incidents of the play, the audience was highly pleased to see a really first- rate dramatic play. Their hearty thanks for outstanding performance went to the cast which included in the order of their appearance: Ioann Iones, Henry Brudis, Philip Crook, Howard Diamondstein, Evelyn Warner, Bill Shay, Virginia Brown, Iack Hughes, Eileen Shea, Louis Pizzuto, Iuanita Waltman, Albert Susa, Bob Ioyce, PeCJQY Dougan, Lillian Tuhill, Ed Chuhanic, lean Flask, Frank Rigelsky, Ed Timar, Kathryn Paladenech, Mary Sinesio, and Howard Fink. Senior Play if Page Nineteen H'-

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Now it's memory time for all of us Seniors. Isn't it odd-how when something good comes to an end, you always take time out to recall all those experiences, big and little, that happened to make it the good thing that it was? That's just the way with a graduate-to-be. Why I can remember way back- there when I was first old enough to join the rest of the gang and start off to school, lunch in hand, with mother's last warning to be nice to the teachers, and a darn big, cocky smile on my face. Boy, it was a great day for us young squirts, as we were named, when we set foot inside the building, and some of the higher-ups looked us over. YEAH, it was a great day, all right! Remember how strange every- thing seemed . . . how Bob and Bill Driscoll looked like one and the same person. And how everyone looked at everyone and everything else. There was nothing said to a stranger except maybe a casual remark to the person next to you, but soon we found points in common. Take that tall kid sitting down at the end of the row . . . you played football against him, or that one with the blond hair . . . your brother runs around with his brother. Very soon, we were all acquainted. Remember how, during those first few months, everytime we were sent to a new room, we had to go up and down the halls, pulling doors open and looking for the number. We surely must have looked dumb, but we were learning. Gradually, the novelty wore off, and we settled down to the everyday grind just waiting for weekends. Then there was Mr. Wachter. We had all heard what a hard boy he was supposed to be. Isn't that a laugh, now that we all know him? You couldn't ask for a better friend, although he has his sterner moments. We shall all take with us the memories of Mr. Barber and his detention records . . . Mr. Mitchell and that great big grin . . .Miss Arnold and You're too late to get into the library . . . and Mrs. Muldoon with her helpful and understanding ways. All these things are only memories now, but they have been a part of the process that has changed everyone of us from a baby to a full grown individual with his own thoughts and ideas. Remember how hard all of us worked to get that book report in on time, or how you just couldn't see through those math problems? That's when with jealous eyes we beheld graduating classes and wished that we were graduating, too. But now that the great moment has come, how many of us could use a little more of that precious commodity-Time? So it is . . . a good thing is never appreciated until you have to do without it. Remember too, all those swell boys whom we have to graduate without: Sammy Colucci, Irving Phillips, George Wolfgang, Tom Cooksey, Harold Berkowitz, and a host of other good pals. We had lots of fun with those should-be members of our class. Also, we enjoyed the company of some of the newer members of the class: Bill Halter, Tom West, and Ed Timar known as the Fruit Sure, our class has been broken up and shoved around a great deal but that hasn't stopped our fun. We have learned things, acquired experience, and made friends that will remain with us the rest of our lives. For the betterment of ourselves and our community, may we, upon leaving carry on in our everyday life the high ideals that we have been taught here in Wilson. These have been the thoughts and memories of one class member only. Many incidents, perhaps memorable to others, have not been touched. For such omission, forgive the writer who errs unintentionally. Memory Time -tif Page Eighteen R4-

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