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

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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.

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FRESHMAN POEM The rising sun dispelled the night, The morn was calm and clear. We Freshmen all with faces bright At High School did appear. We met the Seniors and the Sophs, Who love to call us green; Although the ever faithful Profs Don’t think us quite so mean. The Seniors were so dignified They hardly ever spoke, And yet they did not hurt our pride. We thought it quite a joke. The Sophs had thought that they were wise. They tried to break the rules. And never did apologize. They’re like their name ‘ Wise Fools.” Oh, rare ‘ Old Rose” and glitt’ring “Gold,” The colors we selected. Shall never in our hearts grow old. But ever be protected. And now, our Alma Mater dear, The Freshman year is past. We’ve done our work without a fear, And we shall win at last. When gentle autumn breezes sigh. At M. H. S. we’ll meet To wave our dear old colors high, The new Freshmen to greet. —Maude Keener.