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

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uni or Sang --------O-------- 1. The Purple and the White we'll aloft our flag we’ll raise, We’ll sound our shouts and sing our songs. Our class to ever praise. CHORUS. Then hail to the Purple and White boys, The colors we love so well, Thy loyal sons now salute thee As thy folds on the breezes swell, Then hail to the Purple and White boys. Thru day and thru the night May the flag of nineteen seventeen live The Purple and the White. 2. Let every heart with joy be filled Our love for thee we sing For thee, dear class of seventeen Thy praise shall ever ring. 3. Let waive thy colors ever bright. To thee we’ll ever lean We’ll do our duty man by man For thee old seventeen. 4. Long live old class of seventeen Live long in truth and might As long our love for thee shall live Dear Class of Purple and White. —MABEL TAYLOR. w. ]HL DENTIST Masontown, Pa. Bell Phone 64 27.

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-.'Junior Boll Albert Yanchus Mildred McCrackin Pearl McWilliams Clifton Bemies Loretta Kennison Charles Patterson Dora Shaw Mabel Taylor T. Ray Show Sylvia Gray Mabel Newcomer Elizabeth Vail Hazel McCombs Frances Ward Corinne Baer Irene Haines Eddie Jankey Harry Kendall Hannah Huhn Emily Hostettler Mabel Wright Meryl Kendall Sara Dearth Alva Molton Paul Sbarske Guy Ross Arnold Poundstone Harold Kelley Adam Ross Porter Grove 3 o Ices To make a Ford We’ve never tried. With our “Pony” Maud, We’re satisfied. Patty—A blind man wishes to see you. Ray—Tell him he can’t see me just now. Never be at movies. Never be at shows, When you ought to be at home Doing Latin prose. Our best wishes to “Bob” for a long and happy life. Porter—How many seasons are there ? Harry—Three; football, baseball and basketball. Teacher—Who was named after Oliver Wendall Holmes ? Pupil—1 was. A long time after, though ! Pupil—Did I get five off ? Teacher—Yes. Pupil—What for ? Teacher—For doing nothing. 'there are letters of accent. There are letters of stone, But the best of all letters, Is to let her alone.

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 Junior poem -------0-------- There came to school three years ago, The Class of ’Seventeen, But soon we’ll be about to go. This Class of ’Seventeen. We’ll linger here just one more year. May those who follow still revere, , The Class of ’Seventeen. When we have left this dear old school The Class of 'Seventeen, And passed beyond the teacher’s rule, The Class of ’Seventeen, May all our futures still be bright. And every one turn out just right. This Class of ’Seventeen. We struggle here with high intent. The Class of 'Seventeen. A few perhaps on mischief bent. The Class of 'Seventeen. Yet at our parting each will say, “Farewell.” lor all must part today. The Class of 'Seventeen. May none be found who duties shirk, In Class ot 'Seventeen. We served the school in good hard work, The Class of 'Seventeen. In grateful praises let us show Our love has never ceased to grow. The Class of 'Seventeen We wish our school-mates happy days. The Class of 'Seventeen. And hope that they can ever praise. The Class of 'Seventeen. Our pieseirt virtue we decry, For soon we’ll have to say “Good-Bye, The Class of 'Seventeen. When Father Time rolls up the year. The Class of ’Seventeen, The eye now dry may press a tear, The Class of 'Seventeen. When other classes nrngle here. We’ll hold our High School just as dear, The Class of 'Seventeen. —SARAH M. DEARTH 2S.