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This is a page I have made for a friend of mine who has been experiencing some health problems. My thoughts are with her.  I wanted to cheer her up a bit, thus this page. They say that smiling and laughter are the best cures, so I attacked my memorabilia  box and came up with a few items from our past that we had shared.

Just Click on the images to see them enlarged.....

This is a picture of me and some friends graduating from PennTreaty Jr. High School... so many years ago!

I was on the  Penn Treaty traffic patrol?  We had to monitor the halls in between classes.  I felt so important.

Here is my roster schedule for 8B.  

This is a page out of my autograph book.  

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Then of course, there were those graduation pictures.  My goodness, where does the time go?

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Remembering Mastbaum

Click Here  to see Mastbaum's logo!

  I tried out for the Mastbaum Cheerleader's club?

I didn't make it (what else is new) did you?

Click little cheerleader to see a Mastbaum cheer!  Yeah team!

Here is the Mastbaum song?  I don't remember it?

I recently found a great Mastbaum Link

http://www.mastbaum.com/

A teacher you would never forget Remember Mrs Sprague

MEMORIAL
TRUST FUND

JULES E. MASTBAUM ALUMNI ASSOC.

 

 
MARY SPRAGUE
MEMORIAL FUND

     The Alumni Association will gratefully accept any donation in memory of a deceased Mastbaum graduate, or relative of a graduate.  JEMAA acknowledges all gifts to the family of the deceased.  All contributions go to scholarships.

     We gratefully accept donations for the JEMAA Mary Sprague Memorial Fund.  Every year, a cash award is given to a graduating senior who is furthering his or her education.  This is for the purchase of books.  The award is given in memory of Mrs. Sprague, who taught English at Mastbaum for more than 20 years.  We determine the recipient by results of an essay contest.

 
 

This statue was in the lobby of Mastbaum for years and years Click on it to see it large.

 

As long as there are tests, there will be
 prayer in public schools.

and

The 50-50-90 rule: Anytime you have a
 50-50 chance of getting
 something right, there's a 90% probability
 you'll get it wrong.

Looking Back
 Close your eyes. . . And go back. . .

 Before the Internet or the MAC,
 Before semi automatics and crack
Before chronic and indo
Before SEGA or Super Nintendo
Way back. . .

I'm talkin' bout hide and go seek  at dusk.
 Sittin' on the porch, Hot bread and butter

 Eatin' a 'super dooper sandwich' (Dagwood),
 Red light, Green light.

 Chocolate milk, lunch tickets
 Penny candy in a brown paper bag.

Hopscotch, butterscotch, double dutch
 Jacks, kickball, dodgeball, y'all.

Mother, May I?

Hula Hoops and Sunflower Seeds,
 Jaw breakers, blowpops, Mary Janes,

 Running through the sprinkler (I can't get wet! All right, well don't wet my hair. . .)


 The smell of the sun and lickin' salty lips. . .

Wait. . .

Catchin' lightening bugs in a jar,
 Playin sling shot and Red Rover.

When around the corner seemed far away,
And going downtown seemed like going somewhere.

Bedtime, Climbing trees,
A million mosquito bites and sticky fingers,

Cops and Robbers,
Cowboys and Indians,
 Sittin' on the curb,
Jumpin down the steps,
 Jumpin on the bed.

 Pillow fights,
 Being tickled to death

 Runnin till you were out of breath
 Laughing so hard your stomach hurt

Being tired from playin'. . .Remember that?

 I ain't finished just yet. . .

 What about the girl that had the big bubbly handwriting??

Licking the spoon when your mother made a cake
 Didn't that feel good. . .just to go back  and say,
Yeah, I remember that!

 There's nothing like the good old days! They were good then, and they're  good now when we think about them.
 Share some of these thoughts with a friend who can relate.

 One can't be serious All the time, eh?

Remember. . . When there were two types of sneakers for girls and  boys

 (Keds & P F Flyers),
 and the only time you wore them at school, was  for "gym".

When nearly everyone's mom was at home when the kids got there.

 When nobody owned a purebred dog.

 When a quarter was a decent allowance, and another quarter a huge bonus.

When you'd reach into a muddy gutter for a penny.

When girls neither dated nor kissed until late high
school, if then.

When your mom wore nylons that came in two pieces.

 When all of your male teachers wore neckties and female teachers had their hair done, everyday.

 When you got your windshield cleaned, oil checked, and gas pumped, without asking, for free, every time. And, you didn't pay for air. And, you got  trading stamps to boot!

 When laundry detergent had free glasses, dishes or towels hidden inside the  box.

When any parent could discipline any kid, or feed him or use him to carry groceries, and nobody, not even the kid, thought a thing of it.

 When it was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner at a real restaurant with your parents.

 When they threatened to keep kids back a grade if they failed. . .and did!

 When being sent to the principal's office was nothing compared to the  fate  awaiting  at home.

Do you remember when?

 

                     DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?

It was the final examination for an introductory English course at the local university. Like many such freshman courses, it was designed to weed out new students, having over 700 students in the
class!

The examination was two hours long, and exam booklets were provided.  The professor was very strict and told the class that any exam that was not on his desk in exactly two hours would not be accepted and the student would fail.


1/2 hour into the exam, a student came rushing in and asked the professor for an exam booklet.
"You're not going to have time to finish this," the professor stated sarcastically as he handed the student a booklet.


"Yes I will," replied the student. He then took a seat and began writing.


After two hours, the professor called for the exams, and the students filed up and handed them in. All except the late student, who continued writing. 1/2 hour later, the last student came up to the professor who was sitting at his desk preparing for his next class. He attempted to
put his exam on the stack of exam booklets already there.


"No you don't, I'm not going to accept that. It's late."


The student looked incredulous and angry. "Do you know WHO I am?"

"No, as a matter of fact I don't," replied the professor with an air of sarcasm in his voice.


"DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?" the student asked again.


"No, and I don't care." replied the professor with an air of superiority.


"Good," replied the student, who quickly lifted the stack of completed exams, stuffed his in the middle, and walked out of the room.

                                             

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