Southside Memories

Below are some memories from Southside High School.  If you'd like to contribute to this page, send your stories and pictures to John Dunne.
This is a more difficult choice than I thought it would be.  An effective teacher helps you learn a subject or to think critically.  But it seems like my best memories of the teachers involve their personalities instead of what I learned in their classes.  Still, some of my favorite teachers were Vincent "Doc" Corsall (Physics) and Ann Davis (Biology), Allan Costello and Lee Foreman (English), and Dieter Schwarzbauer (German).  (Yes, Dieter, I still remember most of the first two stanzas of "Die Lorelei." :) )  I'd also have to give special mention to my swim team coach, James Colegrove.  I swam for Coach Colegrove for four years, and I enjoyed being on his team every year. 
-- John Dunne 

If you count the freshman year at Broadway or Parley Coburn, there's no question my favorite class was Mr. Winston's Ninth Grade Social Studies class.  You guys from Parley Coburn don't know what you missed.  This class was a ton of fun (most of it hands-on) where you actually learned quite a bit.  Who can forget all the mobiles hanging from the ceiling every year? :)  And the 1976 Mock Democratic National Convention over at E.F.A. that Mr. Winston created.  What a great experience!  That was my first real experience with politics.  I had always hoped to run into Mo Udall (Arizona's long-time Congressman from Tucson) to tell him he had won the MDNC's nomination.  Unfortunately, Mo died recently so I'll never have that chance. 

Now if you only count the classes at Southside, then my pick would have to be Physics with Doc Corsall.  OK, fess up, who's forgotten "Nemo dat quod non habit?"  (I'm sure my spelling's off there. :) )  The big celebration of Einstein's centennial that made the local news?  The winter break term paper competition?  There was that one time someone fooled around behind Doc's back and Doc asked Kiyomi DeLige if so and so was guilty and she lied!  I know he expected that if there was one person who'd tell him the truth, Kiyomi would be it.  Just goes to show what peer pressure can do. :) 
-- John Dunne 

I'd have to say my favorite teacher and favorite class was Concert Choir during 3rd period. I got to stand next to my good buddy, Geroma O'Herron, and when we weren't getting into trouble, we had a pretty good time singing.
-- Bonnie Martin Padlo 

My closest friends were the guys from the swim team, especially Mike Prunier, John Russell, Rajoo Shah, and Andy HolmesMike Fields wasn't on the swim team, but he was a good friend too.  These guys were my "clique" at lunch too.  On senior day, I rode in Mike's car.  We had had this "revolutionary idea" on how to apply the tissue flowers to the car.  Instead of attaching each flower individually to the car (as everyone else did), Mike and John Russell said, "let's attach the flowers to a brown paper panel, and then we'll tape the panel to the car."  It wouldn't have been a bad idea if the weather was OK, but senior day morning was rainy and the weight of the water caused most of the panels to fall off the car before we got to the start of the senior parade route.  Still, that morning was a lot of fun.  Our car's theme was "Animal House." 
-- John Dunne 

I always enjoyed archery in the field to the north of the school, but taking "Church" over at the Orthodox church on Franklin was a kick.  I loved playing ping pong. :)  I also liked playing first base in softball on the field behind the school. 
-- John Dunne 
Getting in trouble with Mr. Hill (Geometry) while "tutoring" in the math office.  Hardly anyone ever came to get tutored, so we would throw Polaroid photos around the room. :) ... Shawn Kelly breaking the Chemistry room's window.  Most of us guys would toss stuff out the window onto the roof of the gym's locker rooms below.  But none of us ever missed the window and hit the glass instead. :)  Shawn immediately confessed to breaking the window, but gave the administration some story that made it out to be an "accident."  The school paid for the window. ...  Mike Prunier coming up to me in Chemistry class with a beaker of clear liquid and saying, "Smell this."  I took a big sniff and reeled back.  It was sulfuric acid.  (Cleared my sinuses. ;) )  Mike also etched a whole bunch of things (like my name) in the cover of my Chemistry notebook's cover with the acid.  Wherever the acid touched, it burned a hole straight through. ... Counting the number of times Mr. Hayes (Chemistry) coughed in class.  The Chemistry room had the worst ventilation, and we were sure Mr. Hayes' lungs had been damaged by breathing in all those chemical fumes over the years. 
-- John Dunne 

Myself and Rick Corey were assigned to a study hall in room 211.  I can't remember his name, but the substitute that couldn't see three feet in front of his face was taking roll.  Well Rick and I jumped from the window sill to the  ground and made a timely escape to the barber shop.  We're all proud of our efforts and believing we had gotten away with it, we started a game of fooz-ball.  To our surprise, Earl Bush then sank a claw deep into each of our shoulder blades and walked us back to his office.  Come to find out, he was in room 111 - directly below us - and watched as we fell past the windows and ran to the barber shop. 
-- Mike Kinner

I cannot remember the names of the Drivers Ed teachers, but I can remember a lot of fun times during this period!  I had Drivers Ed during the winter so our driving experience was usually in the snow.  As you know, at Southside, we were always placed in alphabetical order.  My driving partner was Ron Hayward.  Ron and his brother Kenny were in my homeroom.  My locker was usually in between the two.  Ron and Kenny were always very kind and fun to cut up with!  I can remember going over to E.F.A. driving area where the teacher would select partners.  Ron and I were partnered.  I am sure others were doing the same, but we would switch our radio from the Drivers Ed Station to another after the directions were given!  One would be watching the look out box while the other would be spinning the car around on the ice or we would pretend that the orange cones were pedestrians and say..."OOPS" every time we ran over one!  We would be laughing and claiming the other one wasn't helping them to drive right!  THEIR FAULT! 
-- Janet Higginbotham Snyder