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

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By CHARLES PATTERSON HE world’s history is a divine poem of which the history of every nation is a canto and every man a word.” This definition. which James A. Garfield gives to history, is very good, and yet permit me to say that if the History of the present Sophomore (’lass, with its droll Harry, its funny Harold, and its whimsical Leroy and amusing Wallace, were set down as a divine poem it is probable that no one would read further than the first paragraph. The history of a High School is a humorous lyric, the history of each class is a stanza thereof, the Faculty are a line, the Seniors a period, the Juniors a semicolon, the Sophomores a dash and the Freshmen an interrogation point. On the first of September, 1913, exactly three dozen of us came rolling in through the front door of M. H. S. like so many eggs, we certainly were all “fresh,” but it was a question in our minds whether our skulls had developed sufficient haid shell to warrant permission to remain. We passed a very pleasant and profitable year together. In the fall of 1914 we entered as Sophomores; it was our time then to make the “dash.” Three of the original members did not dash, so we added another Mabel to the two we already had and took dn Arthur, making us but one short of the original number. The Sophomore Class gave a reception to the Freshmen on the 18th of September. This was a splendidly arranged affair and it must have been interesting to spectators to see how the Platonic Loves of a year’s duration had been broken and the Sophomore boys paired off with Freshmen girls and the Sophomore girls went to the table with a “Greenie.” Although we do not have the privilege to graduate in the old three years’ course, we can feel proud of the fact that we will be the first class to graduate in the new High School building. Our High School days are half gone, but with the new building during the next two years you can look for some wonderful th ngs from the Class of 1917. So hurrah ! for this grand McClellandtown High ! 18

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•$» o ii ('i ci m or e pi a tm ----------o----------- Forty little Sophomores all looking fine. One ate at the “Lunch Room’’ then there were thirty-nine. Thirty-nine little Sophomores out rather late; One flunked exams, then there were thirty-eight. Thirty-eight little Sophomores surveying the heaven, One was hit by Halley’s comet, then there were thirty-seven Thirty-seven little Sophomores playing naughty tricks. One gat ten demerits, then there were thiitysix. Thirty-six little Sophomores ready for a dive. One of them “Cut his Class,” then there were thirty-five. Thirty-five little Sophomores counting up the score, One got hit by a baseball, then there were thiity-four. Thirty-four little Sophomores couldn’t ag’.ee. One got cross, then there were thirty-three. Thirty-three little Sophomores with lots to do, One got lazy, then there were thirty-two. Thirty-two little Sophomores too anxious for fun,. One went before the Faculty, then there were thirty-one. Thirty one little Sophomores as bright as the sun. Perhaps they all will graduate, then there’s!! be none. 17 —Paul Sbarske.

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o ii 11 a u i o v o o uq .()— There’s a song that fills the air, 1917! You can hear it everywhere, 1917! From the east to the west, 1917 is the best You can hear the echo; hark, 1917! CHORUS Then we’ll sing to the praise of our Class, Yes. we’ll sing; And we’ll up with a cheer for our school, Make it ring. And never for a minute will we forget. We’re in it. So hurrah! for this grand McClellandtown High. Oh, it’s hard to put us down, 1917! And we’re known all over town, 1917! For our colors clear and bright, R:ch purple and purest white, We defend with all our might, 1917! On the field or at our books, 1917! It is plain to him who looks, 1917! That we’re studious and fleet, That we never broke defeat, That we’re pretty hard to beat, 1917! When we graduate at last, from M. H. S., And the work and play are past, at M. H. S., We’ll come back and shout again, Till hills repeat the strain, From the school without a stain, M. H. S. —Song Committee. 19