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

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Within a few days after our arrival at M. H. S., September 2, 1912, we, the Freshman Class, knew that we would have a history well worth its reading by all who can read. It was a dreary day for such a noble Class to start upon its journey of success, but at our arrival M .H. S. had never before witnessed a brighter one. We numbered forty bright and willing youths, although a few of us have left our school for higher hopes. We were well liked by the other Classes, of which the Sophomores tendered us a Moonlight Reception. A delightful evening was spent during which we were highly honored by the presence of the Professors. We chose for our colors Purple and White, our Motto: “Via facienda est,” meaning: “Our wav must be made,” which we have successfully followed. Since we came to M. H. S. the Literary Societies have made a change for the better, which can be seen in all periodical:; and great magazines of the time. Although we played pranks on the Professors and were greeted with “De merits,” we were still in the lead of honor. Our dear Professor Sheetz finally got married and we greeted him with a kitchen shower. Now, as one of our four years ol' toil is coming to an end, and our history is, as yet, a short but noble one, we hope that our next three years of study will pass as this one has, bright and pleasant. - Eddie Jankey. 23

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'3«2«S» FRESHMAN POEM i All hail thee, Nineteen Seventeen!” Our hearts go forth to meet thee, With colors bright, a Class of might. Awaits the time to greet thee! Afar into the future dim, Midst mystic realms of honor, To thee we lean, old “Seventeen” Before us waves our banner. To heights above, we’ll climb the trail, The fight shall see no quarter, The knowledge sword must bring reward, When we have crossed the border. The battle’s on, though but begun, We know ’twill soon be raging; But ’midst it all, we’ll hear the call, That M. H. S. is urging. The Red and Black” shall suffer no,, As o’er our camp ’tis gleaming, For by its might the Purple and White” Shall ever too be beaming. aiiu wnen the victor’s cry is heard, No more the battle’s scream. All glory due, we’ll give to you. Dear “Nineteen Seventeen.” —Sylva T. Gray. '? 3 SK2KS 22

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