Southside Memories
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John Dunne.
FAVORITE TEACHER:
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
FAVORITE CLASS:
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
FRIENDS:
My closest friends were the guys from the swim team, especially Mike
Prunier, John Russell,
Rajoo
Shah, and Andy Holmes.
Mike 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
GYM:
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
GOOFING AROUND:
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