Coraopolis High School - Review Yearbook (Coraopolis, PA)

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THROUGH OUR MEMBERSHIP IN THE FEDERAL RESERVE SYSTEM this Bank is protected against the many uncertainties and dangers of a Bank that stands alone. Coraopolis National Bank I X I I I

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Now just what would the ll. K I,.Ii.R.R, do without our invaluahle services, we'd like to know? Flo Irwin and .-Xnnahelle Murphy. Qh, boy, wot a life! College was just made for me. Bill Holmes. lVestminster isn't slow in showing me a good time even though there are hours of study. Muriel Irons. Remember our trip to XYashington, everyhody? Think I'll go again, though I don't know whether to gn as a Senator or as a member uf the House of Representativesf, Stanley hltfoy lStanl. XYorked great, didn't it. Alex? l'm not surprised though. The Class of 1924 never did fail to make itself known. NOXY U. NfiIT.xI.i. CLASS POEM O' Friendship that has held us Thru four years uf honest toil In bonds that never yielded, True and strong and loyal, Hold us now, when we are parting, Closer in your golden hands-V And keep unhroken thru the ages That sacred chain of friendly hands! XYhen duties looked like mountains, IYhen tasks were hard to hear, lYhen our way was rough and rocky, And Fate didn't seem to care- The slender, silver cord of Friendship Always pulled us thru'- .-Xnd we reached our goal with colors flying, Honored colors, XYhite and Blue. Now, our days uf unity are ended And Sadness reigns supreme. And o'er the joy of triumph- The achievement of our dream. Hut higger. greater things are calling- The Future heckons to each life, So, on you we heal: our final trihute- Dearest Class uf '25, MIRIAM CUPPS GINGER SNAPS An epitaph for a faithful car conductor-he took his last fare well. It is sad hut true that a man who once hecoines deaf seldom enjoys a happy hear after. Dying in poverty. says a cynic, is nothing. It is living in poverty that comes hard on a fellow. A man in a Pennsylvania town, called Coraopolis, has twenty nine chil- dren. Strangers passing the house on wash days are at a loss to determine whether it is a school or a laundry. A little six year old fellow was forced to wear a shirt three sizes too large for him. After strutting around a little while he hurst out with, Bla, I feel awful lonesome in this shirt! lVhen I was a young man, says Frank Lunn. I was always in a hurry to hold the big end of the log and do all the lifting: now I ani older, I seize hold of the small end and do all the grunting. 4 Page Ninety-Srrrn

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