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

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SOPHOMORE POEM Sing a song of sporty clothes Socks and flashy tie, Ten and eight Sophomores, Don’t they look spry? When their mouth is open, They can surely sing. Now aren’t they a pretty Class? To break the Freshmen in? They like to study German, They study hard in Zoo’, They’ve dissected every creature From Amoeba down to “Bug-a-boo.” Their voices are melodious Their heads are full of brains, Find x, y, z, in Algebra, And guide “Bill Caesar’s” reins. Write stories in their Rhetoric, Know history by the mile, Count petals in their Botany, They look nice when they smile. The girls have nice red rosy cheeks. They use the poyder-puff, They’re up to every vexing scheme, They know quite how to bluff. But now I’ve told you all their faults, ’Twould not be really fair, To pass along in rambling thoughts. And not their virtues share. They’ve done their year of High School work, Their marks have all been good, They’ve kept the Freshmen off the grass, They’ve done the best they could. Our Alma Mater’s proud of them, And soon they’ll Juniors be, A worthy Class to follow those, Already up the tree. Then Hail the dear old Sophomores! In heart they’re brave and true, A jolly Class from first to last, All Hail the “White and Blue!” —Jennings Christopher.

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SOPHOMORE CLASS

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(By MARY MILLER) % As great streams flow from tiny sources, and great things grow from small beginnings, so have we in the sweltering heat of last summer evoluted from a hand full of “Greenies” to a full fledged Sophomore Class. What we have lost in numbers as a Class, we have gained in brains and good looks as individuals. To make the story short, our original number was twenty-six, twice thirteen, and, therefore, doubly unlucky, so one of us was married, another became a carpenter by trade, another went to lead his class in some other High School, and so on until twenty good ones were left to carry on the work here. Our lessons have been difficult, for whenever a Sophomore was met on the street he could be heard mumbling, “Thirty algebra problems, thirty-two lines of Caesar, five pages of German, and eight pages of History all for one day,” and groaning in deepest sighs of agony. If variety is the spice of life, then ours is indeed a spicy class, for we have the Automobile Sport, the Funny Man, the Platform Orator, the Lover, the Soloist, the Musician and “Musicianesses,” the Noisy and the Quiet, and all sizes from tall “Beth” to little Zona. We have contributed our share to the various athletic teams as well as to the Literary Societies and Musical Organiaztions. Our Alma Mater has always found us willing and ever ready to help in any of the High School events, and greatly have we profited by these two years spent at M. H. S. As the years go by we will continue to add fresh laurels to those which we have already won, and concerning which we will tell you in succeeding years, so laying aside the stylus and tablet we bid you, gentle readers, an affectionate farewell until our brilliant deeds demand another hearing. 17