The Culm Banks of Shamokin
Hostile territory + beer + culm banks + girls. What could possible go wrong?
Hostile territory + beer + culm banks + girls. What could possible go wrong?
Junior high got off to a VERY bad start.
Cafeteria food, raw peanuts, and sex. A killer mix.
One great teacher, one tolerable teacher, and two very bad apples.
Mrs. Stephens, director of our high school class plays, was total establishment. Or so we thought.
When you’re underage, it takes nerve and daring to go drinking.
The magic came from long ago and far away.
Haute couture hits a size too large.
With the friends I had, who needed enemies?
Making do with a ’53 Ambassador Airflyte Six.
The co-editors almost blow their premier issue.
At the Sunbury Mercuries games, the crowd was the entertainment.
In the 50s, just about everybody smoked, including the kids.
From vacuum tubes to transistors, rock ‘n roll was king.
Head Librarian Helen Wolfe single-handedly kept the quest for knowledge alive in our small town.