German Township High School - Laureola Yearbook (McClellandtown, PA)

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(By Sarah Malone.) Early one bright, sunny morning in the autumn of 1910, there came from over the hills in all directions a group of boys and girls of tender years, still clinging to their mother’s dresses. We were then known as greenies, cabbage worms, or Freshmen. This band of mere children cr Freshmen, as we were called, numbered twenty-one; but slowly, one by one, they strayed away until only eighteen were left. Work was the only subject not known to that class, and the first year of High School passed away. As the sun rolled up over the eastern horizon on the bright, summer morning of August the 20th, 1911, this same bright-eyed, rosy cheeked bunch of boys and girls found themselves once more assembled within the wails of old M. H. S.; no longer as greenies or Freshmen, but ‘ Wise Fools” or “Sophs,” as we were often called. No one would have known us to be the same boys and girls, for we had put away all foolish thoughts and ways; no longer to be classed as children, but as High School Sophomores, and people of importance. Play has not been known to have entered into our class or even our minds, as we have set the example for the Freshmen and settled down tc hard study. Many are the battles we have fought with Caesar in his Gallic Wars, and the tussles we iiave had with his Broncho Buster's! But the hardest task we had to fulfill was trying to keep on the good side of the English Kings, seeing alter them in battle and settling their disputes. The Class of 1hl3 is the greatest class that has ever been in Mc-Glellandtown High School; for such men as Miller, Haines, Huhn, and Boyle could not help but make it great. This class is strong on Oratory, Poetry, Musicians and Good Sports. Although not many Basketball, Baseball, or Football games were played, we were not known to be the losers. We had done good work in the Literary Societies as well as in class; and as our Sophomore days have passed away, we bid you a fond farewell until we come again as Seniors.

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SOPHOMORE POEM When the evening shadows gather. And the long year’s work is done. We will pass out from this High School With the honor we have won. After all our weary toiling We’ve achieved a great success, And we hope to enter next year— Thus three times our School to bless. First we entered here as Freshmen, With a slow and awkward tread; But we soon became superior To the rest, our Profs, have said. Next we came as loyal Sophomores, To our colors we were true, And raised high the class’s banner. Hail to thee, the ‘Red and Blue!” Who said thirteen was unlucky? Next year you will change your mind. “Fidus et audax,” our motto, To untold heights weil wind. Now the time is drawing nearer. And our rest we’ve surely earned; So farewell, friends, until as Seniors You shall see our hopes confirmed. —Ida Emery.

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SOPHOMORE SONG (Tune: “There’s Music in the Air.’) There’s music in the air. When the Sophomores are nigh: And faint a blush is seen On the Freshmen green and shy. First and best the jolly Profs, Next the Seniors and the Sophs, And the Freshmen listen there To the music in the air. To M. H. S., so dear, May the days be long and bright! And may her colors fair Re seen with gay delight. M. H. S., oh, M. H. S., Dear to all we must confess. To her name our voices rise. Through the vistas in the skies. There’ll be music in the air When this dear old year is gone, And the Freshmen of today Will then our paths be on. Now the days have passed along. With our yell, our shout and song; And we will again be seen, In the year nineteen-thirteen. —Armour Haines.