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

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ELIZABETH O’LENICK New Salem, Pa. “Lanierian.” (1) (2) Girls Chorus. “Lib.” And now we come to a dear little maiden, “Lib” we call her, a maid of beauty fair, With eyes so bright and nut brown hair. Short-hand is her hobby (???)• She studies hard from morn till night, Always aiming to do the right, So here’s to “Lib,’’ so full of life, May you ever succeed in your business life. —25—

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LOUISE SANDUSKY New Geneva, Pa. “Franklin.” (2) Treasurer of Class; Girls’ Chorus. (3) Secretary of Class; Assistant Statistical Editress of Laureola Staff. “Louie.” Next in line is “Liouise,” a very happy classmate and full of fun. She has traveled by train to school that now she says she would be able to travel to the end, of the world. So we wish her a bright and lively journey in her future path. MARY RAVEIA Masontown, Pa. “Franklin.” (1) (2) Monessen High School. (3) Class Poet; Morning Herald Correspondent of German Township High School. “Peggy.” This little maiden is bright and jolly, Taking type-writing is her greatest folly, But in her bookkeeping she works with a will, Striving hard her task to fulfill, So here’s to “Peggy,” gay and .bright, Who always looks forward to the right. —24—

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JUNIOR CLASS POEM . THE PATH. It is Juniors now we are. ’Tis knowledge we’re striving for. Three years now we’ve come, One year more before opr race is won. Then we shall part Only to make another start. ’Tis from our school we hath; The foundation of our path. There is a path winds up a hill, It is trodden with a will. I suppose you will want to know, What is this path? Where does it go? ’Tis the knowledge path of life, It goes where you lead, like a knife Be it the wrong or right side It will cut just where you guide. When at the end you look back On that hard trodden track, Thorny may be the track, Be sure it is the right one. With them Juniors bring Gladness like the spring. If sadness they find They leave it behind. The Juniors all are one In the path they must run. If they don’t make a stop They will all reach the top. —26— —MARY RAVEIA.