East Huntingdon High School - Mirror Yearbook (Alverton, PA)

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THE OPTIIVIIST Farewell of the Class of '24 There comes a time every four years When Seniors all are in tearsg And now there has come those sad days, When we are sailing out on the dim highways. Just a word of parting, we wish to say, And so to remind us of golden daysg Dear comrades, we spent among you, And the greater task that you may do. Four years we spent among you, And tried our best to please you, So with fond memories and lingering glances To the class of '25 we give our places. 1 Dear comrades, you who take our places, Which we give to you with sorrow, And who one by one shall leave it, We bid you now farewell. There were pleasures and failures, But we bravely fought at our leisure, In the little school of fortune, Seniors no more shall torture. The names of Seniors shall remind all, When they harken to room four, No more will come back the echo of their call, They're gone, they're gone, forever more. ln years to come when we look back, And think of all we lack, Dear teachers you who have led us along our path And patiently borne with us our laughs. We learned the lessons that you taught, And thank you for your many thoughtsg And as we travel on life's main, We shall always remember the St1'El,l11. We trust that the future may perfect, And we shall ne'er forget, And may you think of Seniors Who bid you now Good-Bye. Dear classmates there is but one word Thus to utter in parting, Whether for a day or a lifetime, So dear classmates we can but say Good-Bye. -Ida Kelley, '24 D I

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f - N THE OPTIIVIIST Memoirs of the Gigglersn Left, Right, Left, Right, Left, 1na.rched forty-five little Freshmen up the huge steps leading to the East Huntingdon High School. That was back in that never-to-be-forgotten year of nineteen hundred and twenty, when we first stood near that wonderous building. As we slowly came up the walk, a smart, young chap called, Be careful, infants, you are not allowed to walk on that. That walk was built only for the Seniors and no one else dare trespass. At that time we considered the Seniors far above the teachers and thought any word from them was law, so we, as quick as thought, were off the walk onto the grass. Then began our embarassing moments. Everywhere faces seemed to appear and worse than that, they all seemed to be laughing at us. We stood first on one foot, then on the other and I do not wonder now why every one laughed, for we certainly made a humorous picture. Just then, while we stood talking and taking all the laughs and jokes from the others, a queer looking man came along with a lawn-mower and began mowing us down like weeds. It seemed hours before we could make him realize that we were real human beings and then with a loud guffaw, he turned to us, f'Why you silly, little grasshoppers, you don't expect me to believe that you are the new Freshmen. Why you're greener than any before ever could be. With another grin he went about his mowing. This was too much so we decided to face the worst and go into the building. On entering we saw a door on each side of us and a stairs before us. We stood there, looking shyly at one another, contemplat- ing whiclh door to enter, when one of the doors opened and a bunch of students jumped at us and scared us so badly that we banged the door and beat a hasty retreat upstairs. Here we also noticed several doors, but we all felt sure of finding the Freshman room now. We thought if they were so green, they would remain upstairs so as not to frighten others. One brave young chap opened the door on the left and said, The Freshman Room at last. But Horrors! instead we landed in the Senior room and were 1net with Good Morning Dumbells, Hello Green- es, and many other endearing phrases. At last we noticed the first kind face we had seen in the building and that was Mr. Murray's. He welcomed us and showed us the Freshies' Room. After this, things ran more smoothly, except for a few good laughs at our expense. The time flew very fast and soon we were called Sophomores. Now we could feel proud and look down on the Freshmen in a haughty man- ner. Nothing much happened this year, save the Contest, which has always been the greatest event of the year. Next came the Junior year. Together with the Contest, Class Play and Basket Ball, the year soon drifted into the greatest time of all and we were looked up to by the lower classmen as Dignified Seniors. We now delight in telling Freshies how much like green vegetables they look. It is surprising to note, the number that has dropped out of the Seniors Class of 1924 since 1920. The number has slowly decreased until now there remains The Brilliant Eighteen. -Lillian Koch '24 K J

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f N l Tl-IE OPTIMIST Last Will of the Class of '24 We the Senior Class of 1924 in respect to our school of East Hunt- ingdon Township, and the good times we have spent in these rickety walls, do will our interests and pleasures in East Huntingdon High School to the succeeding class, in hopes that they place this school on a far better standard than ever before reached in the past. Witnesseth: Miss Darling, Miss Fallon. Mary Lesko, the brains of the class, who has worked very hard and faithfully to make this book a success, resigns her office and hands over her position to Ada Vance. Ethel Stoner, the independent lass, wills her position as Assistant Editor to Irene Lynch. John Koval wills his art at combing hair to William Brooks-comb and brush not supplied. Irene Chaine wills her position as Prima Donna of East Huntingdon to Mary Beistel. Pearle Husband wills her position as champion basket shooter to Eleanor Yockey. Lillian Koch, who has been the life and pep of the class, wills her vampish ways to Mary Ann. Bessie Tedrow, wills her cheerful nature and those little giggles, which never fail to drive away sorrow, to Helen McNally. Mollie J. Longanecker, the popular lass, wills her good standing with the boys to Dorothy Carlson. Mary Katherine Christie, who has won the hearts of all by her pleasing ways, leaves all her interests in the school to Hazel Siskey. George Smith, the dreamer, who strives to make the best of life, leaves his best thought to James Hixson. Maude Ramsey, the industrious student, is leaving her position as The Orator to Carl Andrish. Cecelia Wallace, better known as blondy, wills her ability of argu- mentation to Mary L. Pershing. Sara Flesher, that good-looking girl, wills her curly hair and cupid bow lips to Ruth McCracken. Ida Kelley, that Red Headed Girlj' who is quiet but a hard worker, leaves her interests in music to Mattie Craig. Hazel Smith wills her charming eyes together with her ability at drawing to Hazel Hensel. Mae Bowser, who gains the good will of every one by her little giggles, jokes, and pleasing manner, leaves her love of Commercial Law to Viola Miller. Edward McNally, the pride of the Senior Class, wills his success with all the girls to Jacob Minster. John Love, the ladies' man, wills his ability in bookkeeping to J. D. Hill. We, the Seniors, also will to the Faculty our gratitude for the pat- ience shown during our days in High School, to the Juniors, our excess store of knowledge, to the Sophomores, our good habits, to the Fresh- men, our polished manner and dignity. Lastly, we make, constitute and appoint Robert Croushore, Harold Kooser and Kenneth Love to be executors of this last will and testament of the Senior Class of '24. THE CLASS OF '24