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

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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.

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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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26 ORANGE AND PURPLE Girls' Prophecy By TORRENCE PEIFER, HOWARD WARNER Doctor Warner as he stood on the platform, drew a sigh of relief as he heard the whistle of the approaching train. Hello, old chap, he called as he shook hands with the quiet. unassuming, young man who had rushed toward him. So glad you came. What a time we will have! Yes, and that fishing trip, Doc., you always did know that was my hobby. With an expression of joy, such as had not been seen on the doctor's face for many a day, he with his friend made his way to- ward his home. Soon after dinner, his friend, Peifer by name, aimlessly sauntered into the den. He gave an exclamation of surprise when his eye caught sight of a picture hanging upon the wall. Doctor Warner laid a hand upon his friend's shoulder. What's the matter? Have you seen a ghost? Yes, fifteen of them, but I'm not afraid. Say, Doc., it's our twentieth anniversary, isn't it? Yes, our twentieth, and I am so glad we are going to enjoy it to- getherf' Say what's become of all the girls of our class? Do you know? Yes, most of them. There is our Jersey friend, Esther. Do you remember how hard she studied for her teacher's certificate? Yes, Mary told me the other day that she is now holding a responsible posi- tion. .She succeeded Miss Helen Taft as Dean of Bryn Mawr. That re- minds me. Doctor Warner went to his desk and picked up, what he termed his Scrap Book. Here's a funny article. he exclaimed. It is entitled, Luther Burbank's Rival. Peifer listened attentively while his friend read. A new dust plant has been discovered by Miss Mary Blecher. It has already proved a great success and she is doing a settling business. By the way did you notice that article in the Press the other day about Gertrude Campbell? You remember how we enjoyed her sing- ing during our chapel exercises and at our different literary meetings.