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

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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.

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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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and all the jokes zve have played 4- Marion Snyder and John Winter With unsound bodies and insane minds and any- thing else you care to mention, we the class of 1946 of the York Junior College, in the City of York, County of York, Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, do hereby make known our last will and testament. We will the whole works to anyone who has enough intestinal fortitude to take it. We will Franny Wogan ' s legs to Ann Leibowitz — anything would be an improvement. To Walt (got a nickel) Pentz, we bequeath one box of Rinso White to clean his basketball sox; And at Irwin ' s interest in men and her ability to cut classes to her dear friend, Eleanor Shirley. To Ed Cozzi and John Chiappy, we will a razor and a pack of blades and hope they can take the hint. We bequeath the underpasses and fire escapes to anyone like Janet Trimmer, who wants to cut classes and still be safe; To Stretch Forsythe a woman and the earnestness of Dan Street to study in the library under any and all conditions ; To Mrs. Pace, the statue in the library. There ' s one man who won ' t get away. We can do only one thing with Jean Hutchinson. Leave her to Lee and hope he takes preference over Switzerland. We give the first shelf of the faculty ' s reserve sec- tion to anyone who thinks they can read for one sub- ject, twenty-five entire books a year. Just try it! Rod Hibner ' s attractiveness we will to all up and coming debutantes of the secondary school. He slays ' em. Jeanette, you ' d better consolidate your position! To next year ' s basketball squad, a successful season and to Coach Bryant we bequeath a more submissive squad of basketeers. All such parties as Ganoga, Pine Grove, Pine Grove, Pine Grove, we will to the socialites. Make good use of them. You ' re only young once. To Jean Beyer and Dory Hinderer, we bequeath Alice Jones ' ability to play basketball and also the co- operativeness shown by Alice; By MARION SNYDER AND JOHN WINTER To the incoming freshman class, the boys ' lounge, the girls ' lounge, and the snack bar. May they know how to use them and keep them clean. We will Jean Hoffman ' s strong and hearty laugh to Judy Sacripont. She needs it. To the forthcoming sophomore class, we give our decoration, planning and clean-up committees so that their parties may also be successful. To Bill Goodling, we will Nina Hershner. Now that you have her, Bill, what will you do? We bequeath the studiousness, earnestness and sin- cerity of Reverend Stone to all future student officials of the school; also the Reverend ' s knack of bringing couples together, to all prospective ministers. To the school, we will the keys for their own safe so that they may use some of their dusty greenbacks for heat, etc. ; And Beverly Runkle ' s good behavior we will to all the freshman girls who wish to get their men by purely feminine means. The flower in Esther Wentzler ' s hair is bequeathed to Madge Thomas so that the school next year may also have a blossom tripping through it. To Bobby Bennett, we will a pair of stilts. With the help of these, maybe Bobby won ' t have to make his girls stand in a ditch when he kisses them. We bequeath John Winter ' s parking spot — the ceme- tery in the south end of town — to Glenn Sechrist. We ' re tired of Glenn going to Barrell Road. To Clare Clark, we will the wide open spaces, a gun, a lasso, and a knife. If she can ' t get a man with them, we give up. To all future women of basketball players, we give the ability to stay awake until the basketeers come home from the away games. May they also have as entertaining nights and mornings and breakfasts as we had. (I ' m glad I waited for you.) We bequeath Joe Bull a bottle of peroxide for his woman. She needed touching up the last time we saw her. (CONCLUDED ON PAGE 96) Page 29