Danville High School - Le Tresor Yearbook (Danville, PA)

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ORANGE AND PURPLE Class Poem By RUTH WINGERT Susquehanna's shores are noted, For their hills and forest scenes, Meadows green and valleys fertile, Glittering in the sun's warm beams. Danville, proud in all its glory, Stately, stands along these shores, Happy homes are closely nestled, Em'nent for their open doors. Danville High School we acknowledge As our Alma Mater dear, Students coming, students leaving, All are welcomed with good cheer. When as Freshman once we entered, Five and sixty we were strong, Gleeful, blithe, and jovial students, Such a gay and happy throng. Then, next year with higher spirits, Like the little birdlet soars, Heedless of dire warnings given- We were then the Sophomores.

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ORANGE AND PURPLE Class Song COldGlory1 By PAUL RONEY We're a class of Seniors gay, And we're not afraid of work, Toil and task will us not dismay, For we're never known to shirk. Cho.-Oh, Danville, High thy precepts dear In memory we will store, Tho' scattered now both far and near Will think of thee evermore, All hail! All hail! All hail! We need no longer wait, Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah, hurrah Farewell dear friends and teachers true, Tis the time to graduate. Freshmen fresh, Sophomores soft, Once as silly Juniors we bowed, But now all who pass, their hats must doff, For we are the Seniors proud. So we've studied hard to see How much knowledge we could obtain, Hist'ry, English, Latin, Chemistry, Have been conquered with might and main. Happy school days now are o'er, Problems solved and labor done, School-day joys and cares will be no more, And our Iife's great battle begun. Sailing on Time's mighty stream, Steering for the far-off shore, May the thoughts of Danville High School gleam To guide us safely o'er.

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ORANGE AND PURPLE From the Soph'more class we passed, Conquering Caesar's Gallic Warsg Juniors gay we then became, Hanging pennants o'er the doors. Onward, upward, we did climb, Victory's crown' we sought to win, Sparkling in the morning sung Senior class we entered in. Now commencement days are near us, Days that we will ne'er forget: Four short years we spent together Which indeed we don't regret. Out into the world we wander. When our days of school are past Seeking there our fame and fortune, We shall reach our goal at last. Many years the earth we'll travel, Tired and weary we'll become, Time will crown our earnest efforts Then we'll turn our footsteps home. After we are through our wanderings May we gather safe at home, Finding here our happy schoolmates Never more again to roam.