York College of Pennsylvania - Horizon Tower Yearbook (York, PA)

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' ' fVe have traveled the first tzvo years 1%6 Ci oiMu fiomc By PATRICIA IRWIN We have traveled the first two years With laughter, hope and fun. We ' ve worked a Httle and played a little And now our job ' s half done. We look back on the things we ' ve gained The experience, the strength, the will. We know that we ' ve come far. But there is far to go still. We remember the parties and dances. We remember the friends we ' ve made. The classes we ' ve cut, the things done wrong And all the jokes we have played. But above all, one thing we remember And this memory time won ' t dispel. A thing that ' s worth doing at all Is always worth doing well. Patricia Irwin Rev. Darrell V. Stone and Patricia Irwin ' Tis now 1066. What hectic years these last have been since man first sent his radar waves to the moon. Little did I ever think that some day I would tread these ivy paths where lovers stroll and all serenely dwell. For this is ' Venus, the planet of love, where all for- get the failings of man and life is absorbed in the enrichment of others and the daily practice of the Golden Rule. Many have come here since that first great rocket flight, and well can I remember how the Gnomes me By rev. DARRELL F. STONE AND PATRICIA IRWIN trembled at our sight. But by the rules of kindness we have finally overcome, and they have moved across the bay to North Eutopiam. In our great Cathedral here that ' s high above the sea will be a great reunion of dear old Y. J. C. ' Twas yesterday I met a youth, a pilot of great fame. I knew him by his features and asked the young man ' s name. My dad ' s a preacher, sir, he said, indeed he ' s really great. My mother, she ' s a preacher ' s wife and keeps my daddy straight. I long to go where the twain

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FRANCES H. WOGAN 201 Elmwood Boulevard Activities: Delta Sigma (F) ; Lambda Sigma Chi; Lin- guistians; Sophomore class president; Student Council; Collegian, circulation manager; Central social commit- tee; Valentine play (F) ; Class social committee (F) ; Usher for Let Us Be Gay and commencement (F) ; Badminton and ping-pong tournament; Footlighters. Legs . . . Night and Day . . . Blair . . . You ' re only saying that ' cause you know it ' s true . . . Hanover . . . future Pavlova . . . egg and olive . . . cocker spaniels . . . home-loving type . . . petite . . . You say it so-o-o-o nice . . . six o ' clock sweater girl . . . inconsistent blonde hair . . . conscientious . . . dependable. Page 26

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1946 CLASS PROPHECY, continued did meet and started comradeship so sweet. Indeed, I hope that soon I ' ll be in those earthly halls of Y. J. C. Where Jean Hoffman seemed so sweet that John Win- ter fell at her feet. That ' s my mom and pop — good- bye. And off he went in his rocket plane to seek the halls of earthly fame. I set me down beside a tree to bathe in the shade of memor) ' — when next I looked down memory ' s lane, I beheld a pretty and smiling brain (yes, Esther Wentz- ler was her name). I almost let it slip off my tongue — teachers weren ' t so pretty when I was young. Of course, I hope you ' ll pardon me. That ' s no re- flection on Y. J. C. My thoughts grew deeper till from the tree, an apple dropped and fell on me. And as I rubbed the raised spot, I couldn ' t help but think a lot. This is the fruit Eve to Adam gave. I wonder what Rodney Hibner was given, that made him such a slave. For there are rumors from earth afar that Jeannette has captured our basketball star. And speaking of stars, I heard today that Patricia Irwin has gone away. She ' s worn out husbands to the number of four and now she ' s looking for just one m.ore. Our Cleo-pat-ra of Y. J. C. turned out the way we thought she ' d be. ' Twas then from up in the tower high that chimes began to fill the sky. Telling all with accent clear that the great reunion was drawing near. With quickened step I made my way to see the old friends of yesterday. As I came to the end of the block, my feet stood still because of shock. There was Jean, Esther and Pat, walking slowly and chewing the fat. While in the rear in a safety zone, walked Johnny, Rodney and Reverend Stone. Ah yes, our matchmaker. Reverend Stone, who still has a lot more skin than bone. His thesis on the Bible is written and he ' s finally seen Miss Shaeffer ' s Britain. And all he ' s waiting for now is the time when he can matchmake his grandchildren and end this rhyme. Ere we had reached the great stone gate, we heard two people discussing fate. I recognized the little dame, for Jean Hutchinson had been her name. Their quarrel was trite I must relate, for it began with an act of fate. Jean went for a year to live with the Swiss, then her suitor wrote their love was amiss. So Jean rushed home her hand to give and also her life with Lee to live. The trouble started after several weeks, for when Jean gets angry she in German speaks and Lee, in order to make her freeze, answers her in Jap- anese. The quarrel stopped as we met at the gate, to be resumed at a later date. At this moment there joined us there, a tall fair lady with pretty dark hair. A traveling lady one must feel, whose several novels had made appeal. She had a hus- band of similar fame, so Marion Snyder had changed her name. Her husband wasn ' t so prone to roam, so she left the eight nymphs and Al at home. The two sets of twins did a rash infest and Marion felt she needed a rest. Her great concern in all her chats was Al, the kids, and her drove of cats. While she was speaking in accents sweet, a high- brow carriage came down the street. And stepping from it with merry laugh, Nina Hershner came down the path. One could see by her stately gait, she was a model of first rate. ' Till a certain Glenn had won her heart and given her life another start. A kindergarten, oh, how sublime, with her three children took her time. She joined the group with noisy prattle, the sound of which seemed like a battle. At the upper step who did we meet, but my dear friend, Professor Dan Street. With gleaming smile as of yore, he came to meet us at the door. His brief case still was by his side and standing near was his darling bride. He ushered us in a room of beauty, and urged us be seated as if a duty. The charm of this spacious and beautiful place de- lighted the soul with its beauty and grace. The tones of the organ so quiet and sweet calmed all the souls that thus here did meet. Thus were our souls bathing awhile, when called to a start by steps in the aisle. Beverly Runkle and Miss Alice Jones, with two handsome males, came over the stones. ' Tis rumored that soon the words will be said and our two medicos will also be wed. Then Alice will enter a very high rank, as high in the clouds as she sails with Frank. And Beverly too will soon thus enjoy the bounty of home, and hopes for a boy. Finally, up on the platform high, Frances Wogan heaved a sigh. These passing years as she expected had not the noisy group affected. She hit the gavel hard and fast, We ' ll now begin, she said at last. My drummer, Blair, will start to play my favorite number, ' Night and Day. ' And paying him with smile so sweet, Frances turned and took her seat. ' Tis said Frances ' weakness, as well as her joys, is the melody charming of her drummer boys. And so began the program treat, the like of which I can ' t repeat. But dignity came to this great affair when Rev. McElwain led in prayer. Then President Johnson gave us praise for our attainments through the days. For none of us had been in jail for drinking too much brewer ' s ale. Then Dr. Rummel, with a hist, read all our names from the new Dean ' s list. Then Miss Shaeffer, Miss ' Van Horn, and Mr. Dibert, of fig- uies born, and Dr. Shortess and Mrs. Pace, and Mrs. Jean Johnson, our English grace, Mr. Bauman and Bry- ant too, our janitors so good and true, our Dr. Jaeckel of language fame, and the secretaries who wrote our names — all sang with hearts of love and cheer, Hail, hail, my friends, the gang ' s all here.