Avalon High School - Annual Yearbook (Avalon, PA)

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6 THE BUZZER IHEII Gllaaa IHIIPIII Why do I seem so pensive When in mem'ry I try to recall The pleasure of days spent in High School And those who have shared them all? And the good old High School building Seems standing before my eyes, Held close in the shadows of twilight Our town in its beauty lies. And classmates! Oh, dear classmates! What times we've had together! On the high seas we've sailed daily In all kinds of stormy weather. We shone in English and civics, In Latin and chemistry, too, And math-the bane of existence- We managed somehow to get through. Dear High School, we ne'er shall forget you, We have shared in your smiles and your tears In your halls, institutions, so noble, We have spent four of youth's precious years Years just when we needed the guidance, To give our thoughts nobler form, Of our unselfish high-minded teachers Who have guided our way through the storm But the pleasant past is receding, The future stands at the gate, We can shape our success or misfortune, We are masters of our own fate. As- We began in Avalon High School Under the Blue and the Gold, As we solved our little problems In an honest way and bold, So- Let us fight life's larger battles And to greater things aspire, Ever mindful of our motto That Knowledge gained is power. -R. E. W., '20. Y Where did I lose my mem'ry? It makes me almost bawl- For the things I learned in High School Are so terribly hard to recall. And that ancient, antique building Brings tears unto my eyes, Held close in its spacious boundaries- Oh yes, they put us wise! And classmates! Oh, such classmates! What fights we've had together! We've scrapped and made up daily, Then kissed with lots of pleasure. We groaned in English and civics, Some flunked-we won't say who- And math-too easy to mention- Was said to the tune of boo-hoo. Dear High School, we ne'er shall forget you, The home of so many wild fears, In your seats of wood made for service We've oft dreamed of soft, easy chairs. Oh! how we have pestered those teachers With paper wads, thumb tacks, and gum Their patience-well, sometimes they lost it- No wonder, for we were so dumb. But the office so awful's forgotten- What dread it was to be late! Now to sleep and to eat and be merry And all evening-how sweet-a date. As greenies we came to the High School- Of course we wouldn't be bold- Oh! sometimes we fooled the poor teachers But, sh! now, that mustn't be told. Behold our High School's famed products, Who hope to climb higher and higher, But hopes, like bubbles, may fail us, Gee whiz! puncture! fiat tire! -C. H., '20, in ggagnyfwg Ill 352622Z N ' 'as is 'Q

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THE BUZZER 5 stores during study periods, where amusement is lacking. We trust that they will enjoy these forbid- den delicacies as much as we have enjoyed them. - We willingly donate to Betty Stevens all the experiences and methods of vamping which Olive Wilt has successfully employed during the last four years. Betty may obtain all needed information, upon request, from the administra- tor of this will. Norine Anderson does hereby order us to bequeath to next year's Freshmen her exceptional accom- plishment of giggling. Although they are sufficiently equipped, we feel that they are the only class which can meet all requirements. Anna Dowd distributes among the lovers of the High School all the success in catching and ensnar- ing a certain well-known young man. At the altar of this same success, Christine Hooper and How- ard lay reverently their memories. Upon the Class of 1921 we bestow all our musical ability, our come- dian qualitiesg our fine debating materialg the gentle reprimands of Miss Macpherson, which have been such a source of amusement C ?D. All the money which, perchance, may be left in our possession after graduating, is to be handed over to Mr. Norris for any use he may have for it. To Elizabeth Smith we bequeath Doris Corbett's witty sayings with which to convulse her classmates with laughter. Jessie and Ted offer up their great experiences in friendship to the class of '22 to use carefully dur- ing the remainder of their high school life. Grace doth leave her charming personality and melodious voice to Helen Miller. Harvey Kapner bequeaths his impressive way of speaking to his namesake, Harvey Lewis. The dreams of Maude Thomas are left to brighten the gloomy at- mosphere of study hall. Helen Toay's smile is distributed among the pupils to be used on dark days. Danny's place in our hearts can never be filled, but we hereby order Miss Meek to treat Danny's Mig- non, otherwise Ralph Beilstein, with due respect. Freda and Jean leave all their duet music on the renowned piano for future use. We bequeath Karl Schiller's duty as Sergeant of Arms to the lucky one. Since Karl had to exert so much strength in performing this, we would advise that his successor store up all extra strength. Clayton Kuester's gift of selling tickets is donated to Jim Rowbot- tom. May he prosper. We bequeath Donald Bechler's ability as a first class talking ma- chine in study periods to the Victor Talking Machine Company. We hope to hear Donald's voice coming from the depths of a Victrola some day. To next year's Virgil Class, Gladys leaves all her up-to-date slang to use in bringing about an excellent classic translation. We wish you all success and good-luck, especially that you may defeat Bellevue. This day June 2, 1920 fsignedl Class of '20. Russ- What is an average ? Ray-Don't know. What is it '? Russ- An average is something a hen lays an egg on. Ray- Now, explain. Russ- Don't they say a hen lays an average of 6 a day?

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THE BUZZER Gllass iirnphrrg, 'EH Judging the future by the past, As time reverses things galore, We'll give you the future of this fine class, For the class of '20, here's what's in store. Here's to those who expect to be displeased, Now just sit still and be at easeg For each thing that's said is meant in fun And was done with no malice toward anyone. 1. Teddy debated each hour, each day, And put the point across in his original way, But now, it's not his voice that furnishes the treat,- At Loew's he's successfully using his feet. 2. A laugh, a word, a hop, a scream, And right into View comes our jolly Norine That used to be, but time its course has run And now she's a missionary 'neath the distant sun 3. Harvey was one who talked every day But somehow we never could hear what he'd say, Now he can talk till his jaws are numb For he works in a place for the deaf and dumb. 4. Always prim and neat in her way, Doris came with her hair curled each day 5 That she could get 'em she always did boast, But we never thought she'd take a whole Gross 5. Ray successfully led each cheer, And above all, his voice we'd hear, But nothing like that-he's using his voice As a huckster--Hpotatoes! One dollar, your choice.' 6. Christine was the star of this famous class, And in mathematics, each one she could pass, She was brilliant, happy, and full of pep, And, as a teacher at Pitt, she's surviving yet. 7. Donald, our Senior artist so rare- At drawing things, he was a bear, But now he's leading the saddest kind of life Trying to draw income for home and wife. 8. All day long she vamped her man, As to her future, guess hard as you can,- She sits at home with her parrot and cat, Our Olive's a spinster-could you ever guess that?