Saxton Liberty High School - Block Yearbook (Saxton, PA)

Text from Pages 1 - 98 of the 1938 volume:

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Mey.each reader enjoy it as thoroughly as we enjoyed producing itl coMTC n FORWARD ------------------------------------------ 2 DEDICATION----------------------------------------4 FACULTY ------------------------------------------ 6 THE CLASSES -- SENIORS----------------------------------------9 JUNIORS----------------------------------------31 SOPHOMORES-------------------------------------33 FRESHMEN---------------------------------------35 ACTIVITIES----------------------------------------37 SPORTS ---------------------------------------- 51 LITERARY------------------------------------------59 ADVERTISING---------------------------------------89 3 - The Senior Class of 1938 ■ wish to dedicate this volume of their annual, BLOCK ......... to THE'BOARD OF DIRECTORS.......• in gratitude for their work ....... in advancing our welfare and our school. BOARD OF EDUCATION This year’s Board of Education has contributed much to the advancement of our high school. The members composing our local Board number, five from Liberty Township, five from the Borough of Saxton and a paid secretary. We, the seniors of Saxton Liberty High School, wish to express our deepest gratitude to each member, and with the greatest pleasure dedicate this Senior Annual to them. Frank Steele — President Henry Schleuter — Vice President James Blackburn — Treasurer Earl Batzel Dr. Frank Guillard Gay Dixon George Rhodes . Dr. Harry L. McClain Edward Ramsey Chelton Smith Ivan White — Secretary - 5 - Ul c ( y' Supervising Principal J hj. Home Economics Instructor Q JJL (B. (3 o J?. 'Language Instructor Physical Education and Social Studies Instructor O-A-. -SLsl _ ' £-crv-v y' English Instructor Social Studies Instructor ' TTrun _ Mlgn School Principal ani nstructor Commercial Instructor Mathematics Instructor Super usor of Vocational Agriculture 6 FACULTY JOSEPH W. HOWL Teachers College Columbia University M.A. Everett High School Hyndman Public Schools Saxton Liberty High School Now I have a few announcements to make.” RUTH B. BOAL Juniata College A.B. Duke University Graduate Work Saxton Liberty High School What do you think about it?” DANIEL F. GRAHAM Susquehanna University A.B. Springfield College Mass. B.P.E. Stonycreek Township Consolidated Schools Saxton Liberty High School You’re happy about the whole thing. L. MAUDE LONG Millersville State Teachers College Duke University University of Wyoming Summerville High School Saxton Liberty High School You’re sitting on your own time. DOROTHY L. STEELE Beckley College, Harrisburg, Pa. Elizabethtown College, Elizabethtown, Pa. Temple University, Philadelphia, Pa. Broad Top High School Saxton Liberty High School No more talking until the bell rings. 7 ROSE L. McCAHAN Shippensburg State Teachers College B.S State College Summer School Collingswood N.J. High School Saxton Liberty High School Now when 1 was at ........... AMOS A. SHARPE Juniata College B.S. University of Michigan M.S. For heaven's sake! HAROLD E. STINSON Millersville State Teacher College B.S. Graduate work, Northwestern University Duke University Saxton Liberty High School Wise guy, eh? GUY E. TIMMONS Penn State B.S. Graduate work, Penn State- Delong Memorial High School Jersey-Town High School Saxton Liberty High School My golly. RICHARD C. SHOEMAKER Penn State College Saxton Liberty High School Ah boy! IRENE M. ALBRIGHT Juniata College Saxton Liberty High School As we said before...... - 8 - - 10 - ROY ALLISON Ace CLASS ROLL Class officer 1,2,3 Orchestra 3,4 Di'amatics 3 Monitor 4 Athletic Ass. 3 Pep Club 4 Greatest desire: To be a second Rudy Valee Most prized possession: Alice Favorite expression: Come on! FRANK ANGELO Frankie Greatest desire: To be an aviator Most prized possession: His little freshie Favorite expression: You wouldn’t kid me. NICK ANGELO Nickie F.F.A. 4 Dramatics 4 Greatest desire: To go to Hollywood Most prized possession: His ability to act Favorite expression: Hi ya, kid! EUGENE BAILEY Muggsy Dramatics 3,4 Monitor 4 Band 4 Annual Staff 4 Greatest desire: To win Ruth Most prized possession: His musical ability Favorite expression: Yes, sir! RUTH BARNETT ’Effio Dramatics 3 Class officer 2,3 Tri-Hi-Y 4 Athletic Ass. 3 Greatest desire: To be an old maid Most prized possession: Her dog Favorite expression: Let’s go to the show. PAUL BARNETT Barnie Greatest desire: To get a girl Most prized possession: His poetic ability Favorite expression: You bet!” THOMAS BLACK Tom” F.F.A. 4 Dramatics 3 Greatest desire: To be a tap-dancer Most prized possession: His curly hair Favorite expression: Hello! PAULINE BLAIKLEY ’Tolly Annual Staff 4 Greatest desire: To live at Defiance Most prized possession: Lewis's ring Favorite expression: Oh, Hannah.’ - 11 - FRANCIS BRYAN Joey Football 4 Baseball 3 Greatest desire: To be a baseball star Most prized possession: Phyllis notes Favorite expression: Yeah: ATJDPFY BRYANT Red Dramatics 4 Greatest desire: To be an air hostess Most prized possession: Butch Favorite expression: Yeah’ RTT5SELL BURKETT Sonnie Boy F.F.A. 3,4 Football 3,4 Greatest desire: To teach vocational Ag. Most prized possession: Ive's love Favorite expression: The best ever! LUCILLE BUSSARD Fanny Tri-Hi-Y 3,4 Greatest desire: To be a great mathemetician Most prized possession: Vernon's love Favorite expression: Did you hear Tony Martin singing last night? CARRIE CARBAUGH Cac Greatest desire: To live on a farm Most prized possession: Her auburn hair Favorite expression: Me, too.' EDNA CARBAUGH Eddie Annual Staff 4 Greatest desire: To marry Woodle Most prized possession: Her gold watch Favorite expression: I guess so. EUNICE CARBAUGH Eun Greatest desire: To live in Claysburg Most prized possession: Hocky Favorite expression: Love is grand! MARY CARBAUGH Sharley Greatest desire: To be a beautician Most prized possession: Her charming manner Favorite expression: I don't have any. JAMES CARBERRY Jim Greatest desire: To be a farm-hand Most prized possession: His sister Bennie Favorite expression: That's for sure! MARCELLA CARBERRY Celia Annual Staff 4 - 12 - Tri-Hi-Y 4 Pep Club 4 Annual Staff 4 Drrmetics 4 Chorus 4 Greatest desire: Tom's ring Favorite expression: I don't want to.” MURIEL CATES Memo Annual Staff 4 Greatest desire: To be understood Most prized possession: Her boy friend Favorite expression: I can't imagine it.” RAWLEIGH CIAPPER Mutch Baseball 3 Greatest desire: To own a car Most prized possession: His noon hours with Ruby Favorite expression: TVhata gonna do tonight?” HAROLD CLARK Badger Greatest desire: To be a forest ranger Most prized possession: Spark Plug Favorite expression: You make me laugh so much. JOHN CORNELY Einstein Basketball 3,4 Hi-Y 2,3,4 Football 4 Boys' Quartet 4 Chorus 4 Greatest desire: To win Iva from Russell Most prized possession: His scinetific ability Favorite expression: Ah, nuts I EMMY LOU FLUKE Emmy Tri-Hi-Y 3,4 Chorus 4 Press Club 2,3,4 Basketball 1,2 Dramatics 3,4 Glee Club 1 Greatest desire: To be a dress-designer Most prized possession: Her dad Favorite expression: You'd be surrounded SARA FIELDS Cittie Greatest desire: To gc to a business college Most prized possession: Ability to keep boys away Favorite expression: Uh-huh! GEORGE FOLK Pokey F.F.A. 2,3,4 Press Club 4 Greatest desire: To be a loafer Most prized possession: His Press Club letter Favorite expression: You're a Sis! Madeline fouss Maggie Basketball 3,4 Tri-Hi-Y 4 Greatest desire: To live in Dudley Most prized possession: Johnny's picture Favorite expression: By George! - 13 - KAY GIBBONEY George Bungle Dramatics 3,4 Boys Quartet 4 Chorus 4 Hi-Y 2,3,4 Greatest desire: To teach Physics Most prized possession: His place in the quartet Favorite expression: What's it all about? CARL GILMAN Warpy Orchestra 4 Dramatics 2,3,4 Greatest desire: To be a man Most prized possession: His giggle Favorite expression: What? JAMES GROVE Tex Ritter Hi-Y 3,4 Dramatics 3 Greatest desire: To grow up Most prized possession: His football letters Favorite expression: That's what you think. FRANK HARVEY Pepper Dramatics 4 Hi-Y 2,3,4 Greatest desire: To be a preacher Most prized possession: His high forehead Favorite expression: I beti ETHEL HESS Sis Tri-Hi-Y 4 Dramatics 4 Girls' Trio 4 Chorus 4 Football 4 Greatest desire: To be a cowboy Most prized possession: His managing ability Favorite expression: I see. KENNETH HALL Kenny Greatest desire: To get enough sleep Most prized possession: His innocent look Favorite expression: I wonder. JOHN HAMILTON Short!e Football 2,3,4 Basketball 3,4 - 14 Greatest desire: To stop quarreling with Lloyd Most prized possession: Her letter from Hyndman Favorite expression: Oh, sugar! EMMA HOLLINGSHEAD Em Chorus 4 « Greatest desire: To be a professional dancer Most prized possession: Her dancing ability Favorite expression: Let's go! SUSIE HEISER Sue Greatest desire: To go to a business college Most prized possession: Chorus 4 Her front seat Trio 4 Favorite expression: Dramatics 4 What did you say? Tri-Hi-Y 3,4 IVA HOUCK Greatest desire: Iva To be an opera star Greatest desire: Most prized possession: Vincy To be somebody's stencg. Favorite expression: Most prized possession: Wouldn’t you like to know.' Sonnie Boy's ring Favorite expression: HELEN KIFER Honest? Ga-Ga MERLE HOUCK Greatest desire: Short!e To be a comedienne Dramatics 3 Most prized possession: Her glasses Greatest desire: Favorite expression: You'd be surprized. Tc pilot a dirigible Most prized possession: ROBERT LIVINGSTON His smile Tractor Favorite expression: Me, too! Hi-Y 2,3,4 PEARL HOUP Class officer 2,3,4 Chorus 4 Chewie Track 3 Quartet 4 Dramatics 4 Greatest desire: Greatest desire: To sing ever the radio To get married Most prized possession: Most prized possession: His bow and arrow Her chewing gum Favorite expression: Favorite expression: Nuts to vou! We went to the show. DOROTHY HUFF SAM LONG Happy Mag Tri-Hi-Y 3,4 F.F.A. 2,3,4 Football 2,3 Glee Club 1 Basketball 2,3,4 Greatest desire: Greatest desire: To go to Hood To be an aviator Most prized possession: Most prized possession: Buck's picture His class ring from Smith Favorite expression: Favorite expression: We quitj Whatcha sellin’?” EDNA HUFF TOM MAUGLE Bussie Snub Glee Club 1 Hi-Y 2,3,4 - 15 - Basketball 1,2,3,4 Football 2,3,4 Dramatics 3 Monitor 3 Class officer 1,3 Greatest desire: To marry Celia Most prized possession: Celia's ring Favorite expression: I didn't say anything. ANNa MARY McCOLLDM Mary Ann Annual Staff 4 Greatest desire: To cross the ocean in a dir- ibible Most prized possession: Her twin brothers Favorite expression: O.K. MARGARET McELWAIN Margie Tri-Hi-Y 2,3,4 Dramatics 3,4 Basketball 3,4 Pop Club 4 Annual Staff 4 Greatest desire: To live in Six Mile Most prized possession: Chet's Plymouth Favorite expression: Don't mind me, my mother does. EUGENE METZGAR Red Band 4 F.F.A. 2,3 Press Club 3,4 Annual Staff 4 Hi-Y 3,4 Greatest desire: To be a professional artist Most prized possession: His red hair Favorite expression: Need any help? HELEN POWELL Helen Dramatics 3 Annual Staff 4 Greatest desire: To be an actress Most prized possession: Her report cards Favorite expression: O.K. DOROTHY REED Dot Dramatics 4 Trio 4 Chorus 4 Glee Club 1 Greatest desire: To be a bank president's secretary Most prized possession: Her fur coat Favorite expression: Am I late? MARTHA RITCHEY Sis Tri-Hi-Y 2,3,4 Dramatics 4 Greatest desire: To go to college Most prized possession: Benny's letters Favorite expression: Is he cute!! MINNIE MAE ROLAND Tillie Dramatics 3 Class officer 3 Greatest desire: To pose for Tillie the Toiler Most Prized possession: Her chewing gum - 16 - Favorite expression: That's what you think. PHYLLIS ROSS Phyl Tri-Hi-Y 4 Annual Staff 4 Gpeortest desire: To go to college Most prized possession: Her freckles Favorite expression: Is she? VERNON SAVADOW Sammie Band 3,4 Basketball 2,3,4 Annual Staff 4 Class officer 4,3 Football 4 Debate 1 Monitor 3 Greatest desire: To get a better standing with Lucille Most prized possession: His public speaking ability Favorite expression: Don’t be bashful. DAVID SHAAL Davie Greatest desire: To get a girl Most prized possession: His brother Favorite expression: Skip it. ELIZABETH SHARK VLibbie T u o i Press Club 3,4 Dramatics'3,4 Tri-Hi-Y 4 , Pep Club 2,3,4 Greatest desire: To have one certain boy friend. _ 17 Most prized possession: Her basketball ability Favorite expression: Oh, dear! RICHARD SHETEROM Dick Band 4 Hi-Y 3,4 Class officer 3 Dramatics 3,4 Monitor 4 Greatest desire: To be a good clerk Most prized possession: His job Favorite expression: Excuse my feet. CLAIR SMITH Ellsworth F.F.A. 2,3 Dramatics 4 Bond 4 Greatest desire: To be a truck farmer Most prized possession: His saxophone Favorite expression: I don't know. GRAFFI0U5 SMITH Skippy Basketball 2,3,4 Football 2,3,4 Greatest desire: To become a W.P.k. engineer Most prized possession: Ginny Favorite expression: Wait a minute. RALPH SPECK 'VJpecky Greatest desire: '' To be a second Shelly Most prized possession: His original poems Favorite expression: I hope so. PAUL THOMPSON Baldy F.F.A. 3,4 Greatest desire: To live nearer Marysville Most prized possession: His love for Mary Favorite expression: Go on! RUTH TREECE Dottie Greatest desire: To learn to drive a car Most prized possession: Her class ring Favorite expression: Well, I think! VEDA TREECE Slim Dramatics 4 Greatest desire: To get Edna's boy friend Most prized possession: Ability to play the piano Favorite expression: Just you dare! We sleep, but the loom of was weaving when the sun went down is tomorrow. GEORGE WILLISON Gabby F.F.A. 4 Basketball 3,4 Football 2,3,4 Greatest desire: To be a retired lawyer Most prized possession: His gift of gab Favorite expression: Well then! LEE WORTHING Squink Dramatics 3 Basketball 2,3,4 Football 2,3,4 Monitor 4 Class officer 1,2,3,4 Greatest desire: To be a farmer Most prized possession: His football ability Favorite expression: Hey! tever stops; and the pattern which weaving when it comes up — Beecher - 18 - CLhSS HISTORY Wide-eyed youngsters in three different groups left their homes on a September morning about a dozen years ago to undergo a new experience called going to school. The time quickly sped and eight years later they wended their way to one of three high schools — the old high school building on Church Street, the Liberty Central High School, or the Dudley High School. Our history as a class really begins August 30, 1938, but we believe the history of the nucleus of this large class, the Saxton High School Freshman Class of 1934, will be of interest to you. What an experience to walk into that immense, over-crowded main room of the old building! Every upperclassman shouted, Up Front Freshies! Certainly no one could call us green for we were red from top to toe with embarrassment. Finally we were herded into one corner where we sat quiet as mice. (This year's teachers please take note!) Those of us who came from the Saxton Grade School were amazed at the strangers in our group. There were new faces from Hopewell Township, Carbon Township, and Coalmont Borough. But we all had one thing in common — fright. After we had been assigned to the different classes, we began to feel more at home, even though we did have to hang all our coats on a half dozen hangers in the hall by the leaking radiators. But we managed to live through it. Then came the event of our young lives — the initiation party held in the Saxton Amusement Hall. We were threatened with just a little short of murder if we didn't attend it. Then when we did go, we found out that we were the goats, for there wasn't anything done to those who didn't make their appearance. The following September, after a hard struggle, we found ourselves a part of the Sophomore Class in a brand new high school, and only a part because we were joined with the second year class from the Liberty High School. We all promptly forgot we were even separate groups and became the Sophomore Class of the Saxton Liberty High School. Our Sophomore and Junior years seemed to fly, so quickly they went. They have been brightened by parties, the Junior-Senior Prom last year, carnivals, and various other social functions which have served as spice to our work. Last year we staged our first play entitled For Pete's Sake. We won cur share of fame in football and basket-ball and brought our high school other athletic honors. Last August 31st. we came back for our final year in high school. An unusually large group from Dudley High School joined us and now at the close of the term we boast the largest class in the history of the school. We are fourteen members stronger than any preceding class. We hove had a chance to win glory in another field this year. Under the direction of Mr. Richard Shoemaker, our new music supervisor, the Senior Beys' Quartet and the Senior Girls Trio were organized. These girls and boys have entertained not only our own student body, but also those of other high schools. Our class is well represented in both the chorus and the band. - 19 - Our dramatic abilities were displayed in our class play, Aaron Boggs, Freshman, and in a one act play, Moon Signs. The latter was presented in four other high schools beside our own. _ «irls and b°ys held UP their end in athletics again this year. The football season was a very successful one and for the second year in succession, we won the Tussey Mountain League Basket-ball Championship. Members of our class have been active in the following clubs: F.F.A Hi-Y, Tri-Hi-Y, and Press Club. . • ., We have been very fortunate in having helpful teachers who have pre- pared us to take our place in world entirely new to us. Thus filled with pride and yet with regret, we drop out of line in favor of those who are to come after us — the Juniors. — Eunice Carbaugh — Helen Powell FACE THE SUN Don t hunt after trouble, but look for success, You'll find what you look for; don't look for distress. If you see but your shadwo, remember, I pray, That the sun is still shining, but you're in the way. Don't grumble, don't bluster, don't dream and don't shirk, Don’t think of your worries, but think of your work. The worries will vanish, the work will be done. No man sees his shadwo who faces the sun. AN OPEN LETTER TO THE SENIORS: Occasionally one hears the wail: There is nothing ahead for young people today; no use trying for anything; things are stacked against them; the elders have smashed the world and left youth the wreckage; youth is the lost generation. No youth feels that way unless he is sick. Youth’s attitude is too vibrant and strong to tolerate that sentiment. What shall we advise you, as youth of today? Remember in your com- plaint about the world that the world is only the people in it; that you control that world through your attitude toward it. The only tool with which you work is yourself, whatever tempers you to truer steel is a lucky break. All one gets out of living is life. You are fortunate indeed that you live among a people where men grow big by doing big things, or lesser service in a big way — a country that has only six percent of the world’s population and seventy-one per- cent of the world’s automobiles; six percent of the world’s population and fifty-two percent of the world's telephones; six percent of the world's population end forty-four percent of the world’s radios; six per- cent of the world's population and thirty percent of the world's rail- roads; six percent of the world’s population and double the life insurance of the rest of the world. More children in the schools, more homes owned by families, more college opportunities than anywhere else. This part of the so-called wreckage the elder generation is leaving behind. Re- member that this is a country where men with no capital but their hands, their overells, and an IDEA, and an urge to serve their generation have always had a wide field, and never so wide as now.” The whine of the defeatest must be ignored. Cast your lot on the side of those who give before they take; who share the life they feed by what they put in. Carve your notch in the world with diligence. Lay well your foundations and let nothing discourage you. May those looking on be able to say of you that you left the world a better place than you found it. Joseph W. Howe, Supervising Principal 21 Dear Miss Long, Saxton, Pennsylvania June 13, 1948 I suppose you will be quite surprised to hear from one of your former students in the Saxton Liberty High School, class of 1938. First let me tell you of my biggest experience since I left high school. I had an uncle living in the West who died last January and left me his entire fortune, which amounted to $12,000. With this money I decided to do some traveling and see some of our own great country. The first place I decided to see was Florida because we were having very severe January weather in Saxton. I was lounging one day at Palm Beach when I picked up a magazine that a man had dropped when passing me. As I turned the pages, I came to an article titled Ten Years Ago. There were names, familiar names. Names of our classmates of 1938. And this, Miss Long, is what I read: Roy Allison — Band leeder of a large orchestre in New York. Eugene Bailey — Great violinist in Leonard Starvoski’s orchestra. Ruth Barnett — Singer and dancer at the Golden Rod Night Club. Pauline Blankley — Happily married and living at Six Mile Run. Paul Barnett Acrobat with the Barnum and Bailey Circus. Francis Bryan — Principal of Stoneville High School. Audrey Bryant — Owner of a beauty parlor in Aitch, Pa. Russell Burkett — Missionary to Africa and South America. Lucille Busserd — Clerk in Vernon Sevadow's clothing store. Carrie Carbaugh — Married and living in Aitch, Pa. Edna Carbaugh — Also married and living in Aitch, Pa. Eunice Carbaugh — Nurse in the Huntingdon Hospital. James Carberry — Owner of a large chicken farm at Marysville. Muriel Cates — Hat check girl in the Saxton Hotel. John Comely — A great doctor in the Altoona Hospital. Marcella Carberry — Girl's physical Ed. Teacher in Saxton. Mary Carbaugh — Operator of a beauty parlor in Sexton, Pa. Emmy Lou Fluke — Artist for the Women's Home Companion Magazine.” George Folk — Wild goose chaser et Gobbler's Knob. Phyllis Ross and Madeline Fouse — Owners of the exclusive Paris Shoo in New York. Kay Gibboney — Pianist for Gable’s Redio Program. James Grove — Owner of the 5 and 10 Cent Store in Saxton. Kenneth Hall -- Living in Dudley and owner of a grocery store. (We wonder why Dudley?) John Hamilton — Greatest full-back Juniata College ever had. Frank Harvey — The model boy for the Highlights in Men's Dresswear. Emma Hollingshead -- Just sold her greatest novel Love. Dorothy Huff — Not married yet, but still in love with Buck. Edna Huff -- Her husband's office nurse, Helen Kifer — Clerk in Huntingdon 5 and 10 Cent Store. Bob Livingston — A second Bing Crosby. Sam Long — Exploring Africa for pretty girls. Tom Maugle — Athletic coach at Penn State. Anne Mary McCollum — Living a retired life at Marysville. Margaret McElwain — Married and living at Round Knob. Eugene Metzger — Building contractor Helen Powell — A great short story writer. Dorothy Reed — Hostess on Trans Atlantic Air Lines. - 22 - Martha Ritchey — Advice to the Lovelorn commentator over the Johnstown network. Minnie Roland — Secretary to the Bell Telephone Company. Vernon Savadow — Owner of the largest clothing store in Saxton. David Shaal and Ralph Speck — Night watchmen on Railroad Avenue. Elizabeth Shark — Taking life easy on her husband’s yetch. Dick Sheterom — Saxton's greatest photographer. Clair Smith — Musical aviator of the Sax Airlines. Grsffious Smith — Gigala for giggling girls in Georgia. Paul Thompson — Manufacturer of permanent wave equipment. Ruth Treece — Married and living in Aitch, Pr. Veda Treeco — Clerk at her grandfather's store in Aitch. George Willison — Noted Serenader of the ladies at the Old Folk's Home. Lee Worthing — Best known squire in Saxton. Ethel Hess — Nurse in a Philadelphia Hospital. Iva Houck — A Hollywood model. Susie Heiser — Instructor of music in Saxton Liberty High School. Sera Fields — Stenographer for the New York Life Insurance Company. Tom Black — Chief of Dudley police. Carl Gilman — Seller of stocks rnd bonds. Harold Clark — Taci cab driver from Saxton to Dudley. Nick Angelo — Hollywood's greatest cartoonist. Frank Angelo — Saxton's best shoemaker. Mearl Houck — ”3arker” on an excursion bus between Stonerstown and Dudley. As I read over these lines, I seemed to see again the class of 1938 planning their futures, the future which e- ch ono has seemed to succeed in realizing. Sincerely, Pearl Houp Never let a difficulty stop you. It may be only sand on your track to prevent your skidding. 23 PESSIMIST Now that we are leaving this school, we would like to make a few complaints so the under-classmen will have life much easier than we have had. There have been a lot of things done around here we did not approve of. But our chief complaint has been and still is the faculty. We could do a great deal for them if they were not too stubborn to grasp the opp- ortunity. They think they know everything. There's the test-tube-rot preacher who preaches on eating sulphur for a week then shaking your socks over the fire-place and watching the sul- phur burn. Next in lino is triangle Stinson who tries to tell his Sophomores how to cross a garden hose with a thorn bush and get an octopus. We have a chicken-hearted plow-boy for faculty adviser of the two tone Chips,’’ which is one part chicks and the other part dirt. Then next we hove the grammatical judge of conversation, who not only tells us how to telk but how to chew. I will be afraid to buy a stick of chewing gum after I get out of here, because it will bring back bad mem- ories of her. We also have the traveling lady, who should stop teaching history of the dark ages, and be a news commentator. She rivals Walter Winchell in length of breath. Our wire wooled supervising principal is so contrary! One day he fell into the river and our dietician ran up-stream yelling franticly, amidst the advice of her friends who asked, Why are you running up-stream when Joe is floating down? Whereupon the dressmaker replied, But I know Joe too well! he is too contrary to float down-stroom. You couldn't walk through the hall this year unless you ran into that trigger-fingered tune twister who thinks he's the whole cheese just because he khocked some of the girls cold. How many times have you or anyone else walked through the hall that you didn't see Lady Boal, with a determined look on her face like that a dog wears when he goes after a cat? She generally surrounded him. And do you know our bulldog coach who is happy about the whole thing?' ;0 him his P.O.D. students are P.O.D. spelled backwards plus E.Y. equals DOPEY. The last but not least on our faculty we have that pencil pusher, or two fingered typist and that teafiher down-stairs who couldn't eat her own cooking, who keep their left eyes on their pets and their right eyes on their copycats. I think someone must have cut a chunk out of our jenitor, and set his shoulders down on his hips. In spite of his size, he deserves a patrol- man's badge. I don't know any seniors who won't be glad to get out of this dump. - 24 - And let me tell you, in case Hollywood should need any more Step-in- Fetchets, there are great possibilities of finding exceptional talent in the graduating class of 38. When we were Freshmen, the other students picked on us, end it wasn’t much better when we were Sophomores and Juniors. Then when we became Seniors and could take care of ourselves, the teach- ers picked on us. I can’t see why we don’t have elevators in our school to transport students from the surface to the cellar. It is a mighty hard job going from up-staris down, and it is even harder coming from down-stairs up. If the school can't afford an elevator, why can't the post be taken out at the bottom of the stairs so we can slide down? We hove a smart little sophomore, who answers to the name of Mary. She is pretty cute, but does she know it.' Mr. Graham has nominated Dorothy Reed, Ruth Barnett, and Pearl Houp for candidates for the Locidasical Club with Delores McEldcwney for pres- ident . The basketball team will likely be another league-winner next year if Knittle manages to get over his violent attacks of puppy love before his sixteenth birthday. If the Junior girls are as li ?ht-headed next year as they have been this ye r, the teachers will find out we weren't the worst Senior Class that could possibly happen to this school. I don’t went to become a bore, but bo assured I could find plenty more to complain of if I cared to do so. — Francis Bryan — Paul Thompson For the benefit of those who are English, take the above with a grain of salt. 25 - CLASS POEM We entered thee, 0, S. L. High, And our hearts were filled with joy By all the silent beauty And the splendor that we saw. That very day we pledged our hearts To everything that's great Knowing for you we'd gladly die To protect that v«st estate. As the years flew by on wings of speed We learned to love thee more. And we looked to you as a friend indeed, One we will love for ever more. Memories of you we'll always treasure Memories of work; of play; and of pleasure Thoughts that within us will never die Memories of years too quickly gone by. Thee, thy sons and daughters hail As one who cherishes our trust Tho' the work of now may often fail, Knowledge will never be lowered to dust. So farewell to thee, 0, S. L. High, Farewell.' thy sons and daughters depart. We're leaving thee, but cherished you'll be Forever, in each loyal heart. — Paul Thompson 26 - CLASS POEM Our high-school days are over, We now must say adieux; And list! dear underclassmen, We fling our torch to you. Keep it burning brightly, Hold it up on high, Keep forever shining, Its reflection in the sky. And when things look the darkest, Do not cease to try; For if you wish success You must never say ’die.' All barriers we have mounted, Nothing seemed too great, To give our heart and soul To conquer, before too late. We never lacked encouragement To fight until the end, For teachers and fellow-students Were always willing to lend. We mingled all our joys and fears, Our heart-aches and our sorrow, We shared our hopes for joyour times To come to us tomorrow. We hav° known many failures, Discouragement too, But nope and perseverance Alone have brought us through. No matter where we journey Our thoughts shall ever wonder, Back to our days together When we apart have sundered. So as we stand at the crossroads, For now our ways must sever, We part with the greatest hope That the parting won't be forever. We pause now to say farewell, Farewell to all we knew, To schoolmates who stay behind us, We wish success for you. -- Anna.Mary McCollum - 27 CLASS WILL OF '38 We, the Senior Class of Saxton Liberty High School, in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and thirty-eight, as we are about to depart from high school after four years of toiling endlessly to ob- tain the highest goal, do give and devise this document, our last will and testament. ITEM — To the Juniors, who are to fill our places next year, our ability to produce literature of all kinds. ITEM — To the Sophomores, our deepest hope that they will get over their giggling and settle down to be sophisticated Juniors. ITEM — To the Freshmen, our advice to some down to earth, and remember that they are not the only ones to escape being initiated. ITEM — To James Allen, George Willison’s horse laugh. ITEW — To Verna Allison, Edna Huff's ardent love for Mr. Shoemaker. ITEM — To Lois Bailey, Dorothy Huff's gift of gab. To our teachers, (with this) our sympathy. ITEM — To James Benner, Graffious Smith's drag with Miss Long. ITEM — To Arlene Bowser, JSugene Bciley's alarm clock. ITEM — To Jeanne Bowser, Lucille Bussard's small, cultured voice. ITER? — To Catherine Breneman, John Cornely's ability to play the mellophone. ITEM — To Jack Brumbaugh, Rawleigh Clapper's interest in the Junior girls. ITEM — To Fay Bryant, Ralph Speck's unhurrying step. ITEM — To William Bussick, Sonnie Boy Burkett’s ability with the pig- skin. ITEW -- To Owen Carberry, George Folk's knack of looking freshly laundered. ITEM — To Jack Cunningham, Roy Allison’s popularity with the girls. ITEM — To Richard Cunningham, Jim Carberry's discarded traps. ITEM — To Virginia Cunningham and Mary Richards, Phyllis Ross and Madeline Fouse's friendship. ITEM --To Ellen Cypher, Edna Carbaugh's cooking ability. ITEM — To Arnold Davis, James Grove's official position and Tom Maugle’s energy. ITEM — To Robert Decker, Ruth Barnett's penmanship. ITEM — To Clarence Dixon, Frank Harvey and Veda Treece's propersity for hard work in school. ITEM — To Sara Donelson, Dorothy Reed's tardy excuses. ITEM — To Merle Dorman, the Senior's artistic ability. ITEM — To Ralph Dorman, two feet of Mike Worthing's height. ITEM — To Fern Duvall, Harold Clark's shyness with the girls. ITEM -- To Dorothy Eichelberger, Minnie Roland’s giggles. ITEM — To Janet Figard, Helen Kifer's mystery man from Claysburg. ITEM — To Jack Gibboney, Kay's ability to re-enact Donald Duck. ITEM — To Leroy Graziotti, Dick Shetrom's good nature. ITEM — To Guy Harvey, Marcella Carberry's place as cheer-leader. ITEM — To George Hess, Paul Barnett's seat in the Coalmont end Dudley Yellow Flash. ITEM — To Thorne Hoover, Eugene Metzger’s drag with Mr. Timmons. ITEM — To Betty Houp, Ruth Treece's chance to ride home in the Willys. ITEM — To Faye Houp, Audrey Bryant's seat in the Cherrytown Blue Streak. ITEM — To Kenneth Houp, Kenneth Hall's art of dodging school work. ITEM — To John Houp, Nick Angelo's way with the women. ITEM — To Arnold Keim, David Shaal's ambition to become a former. ITEM — To Virginia Kensinger, Muriel Cate's talkativeness. ITEM — To Amy Kifer, Lib Shark's height. ITEM — To Doris Lanehart, Pauline Blankley’s high grades. - 28 - ITEM — To William Miller, Paul Thompson's energy. ITEM — To Helen tfoffat, Anna Mary McCollum’s silence (?). ITEM — To George Moyle, Graffious Smith's bashfulness. ITEM — To Leona Oakes, Carrie Carbaugh's studiousness. ITEM — To Alvin Pennell, Clair Smith's line. ITEM — To Max Reed, Sam Long's achievement in P.O.D. ITEM — To Betty Rhodes, Iva Houck's dimples. ITEM — To Mary Richards, Margaret McElwain's winning way. ITEM -- To Kenneth Donelson, Carl Gilman's exalted opinion of his bluffing ability. ITEM — To Doris Brumbaugh, Ethel Hess's surplus stationery. ITEM — To Galen Rinard, Frank Angelo's bashfulness. ITEM — To William Roland, Mearl Houck's seat in Room 2. ITEM — To Walter Ross, Shorty Hamilton's list of dates. ITEM — To Betty Salkeld, Tom Black's cherie to take a trip to Alabama. ITEM — To Eva Aller, Emmy Lou Fluke’s slender gracefulness. ITEM — To Billie Sheterom, Martha Ritchey's discarded suitors. ITEM — To Ruby Sheterom, Vernon Savadow's little dog Popeye. ITEM — To Verna Sprow, Emmy Hollingshead's ability to roller-skate. ITEM — To Charlotte Stapleton, Eunice Carbaugh's faithfulness to her boy friend. ITEM — To Eston Wilkins, Sara Fields and Susie Heiser's literary talent. ITEM — To Paul Williams, Francis Bryan's ability to tell tall stories. ITEM — To Christine Kensinger, Pearl Houp's surplus chewing gum and a bottle of muscle oil. ITEM — To Naomi Longenecker, Mary Carbaugh's curls. ITEM -- To Joe Shuck, Helen Powell's talking speed and studiousness. ITEM — To Daniel Knittle, Bob Livingston's smoothness. In witness whereof, we have set our hands and seal unto this doc- ument, our last will and testament. Senior Class of '38 (Seal). Signed, sealed, published, and declared by the above named document as and for the last will and testament of the Senior Class of one thousand nine hundred and thirty-eight, in the presence of us, have here unto affixed our names as attesting witnesses. — Clair Smith — Kenneth Hall The moment I heard of America, I loved her; the moment I knew she was fighting for freedom, I burnt with a desire of bleeding for her; and the moment I shall be able to serve her at any time or in any part of the world, will be the happiest one of my life. - 29 - — Lafayette TEACHERS HIDDEN NAMES Are you the SHOEMAKER? I am said he. A good WORKMAN am I. I will EL-DA your shoes for you. DAN - IEL do it! he cried, Me very RITCHEY, me pay. HAROLD CLAPPER his hands at this. You are AL - BRIGHT and HOWE! IDA'S HART beat fast. I PAL - MER hard I make er like STEELE. A SHARPE GUY breathes he. I gets lots of exercise In my little shop. Have you a car? CAR - BAUGH! I climb TREECE Down by HAMILTON Park. See this BOAL of nails? They do the job well. It will GLAD - YS very much. They are finished, mister. Come we must go — We are AB - OTT to meet LET A. ANNE they ROSE to go. We are starting on a three months vacation So LONG 'till next fall. — An Alumna HIGH SCHOOL TEACHERS’ HIDDEN NAME CONTEST One day while walking on a long dusty road, MR. TIMMONS found a piece of STEELE, ALBRIGHT and shiny. He met with a SHOEMAKER who introduced himself as STIN’S SON. He invited him to his home for lunch, sat him down on the SHARPE end of McCAHAN and fed him a BOAL of GRAHAM crackers. Boy! HOWE he did eat. — Carrie Carbaugh 30 - 31 JUNIOR CIAS5 Allen, James Aller, Eva Allison, Verna Bailey, Lois Benner, James Bowser, Arlene Bowser, Jeanne Breneman, Catherine Brumbaugh, Doris Brumbaugh, Jack Bryant, Fay Bussick, William Carberry, Owen Cunningham, Jack Cunningham, Richard Cunningham, Virginia Cypher, Ellen Davis, Arnold Decker, Robert Dixon, Clarence Donelson, Kenneth Done Ison, Sara Dorman, Merle Dorman, Ralph Duvall, Fern Eichelberger, Dorothy Figard, Janet Gibboney, Jack Graziotti, Leroy Harvey, Guy Hess, George Hoover, Thorne Houp, Betty Houp, Faye Houp, Kenneth Houp, John Keim, Arnold Kensinger, Christine Kensinger, Virginia Kifer, Amy Knittle, Daniel Lanehart, Doris Longenecker, Naomi Miller, William Moffett, Helen Moyle, George Oakes, Leona Pennell, Alvin Reed, Max Rhodes, Betty Richards, Mary Rinard, Galen Roland, William Ross, Walter Salkeld, Betty Sheterom, Billie Sheterom, Ruby Sprow, Verna Shuck, Joseph Stapleton, Charlotte Wilkins, Eston Williams, Paul 32 - 33 SOPHOMORE CLASS Brenna, Robert Bridenbaugh, Lewis Brode, Blair Brumbaugh, William Carberry, Eugene Carberry, Genevieve Clapper, Donna Clark, Grace Cornelius, Virginia Cornely, illiam Cunningham, Mary Curfman, Virginia Cypher, Tom Davis, Jack Davis, William Defibaugh, Chalmer Detwiler, William Dixon, Donald Dixon, Robert Donelson, Alice Donelson, Helen Figerd, Warren Fisher, Mary Fouse, William Guillard, Chester Guillard, Pete Hamilton, Arthur Hazzard, Gerald Hess, Sara Hoffman, Gilbert Hoover, Willis Hopkins, Larue Huffman, Susanna Kifer, Ruby Koch, Ernest Krieger, Robert Kuffner, Frank Luther, Mercedes Masood, James May, George McLldowney, Delores Mears, Donald Mellott, Joan Miller, Ruth Morningstar, Pauline Morris Betty Palmer, Betty Ramsey, Lois Ramsey, Althea Reed, Edith Reed, Gladys Reed. Gordon Reed Jeannette Reed, Mary Rickard, Gordon Rogers, Edna Shark, William Shuck, Virginia Smith, Pat Speck, Violet Stapleton, Vaughn Stewart, Gerald Streepy, Arlene Stuby, Allen Sweet, Robert Sipe, Valura Taylor, Aileen Thomas, Robert Willison, Ruth Worthing, Ruby 34 FRESHMEN FRESHMAN CLASS alien, thomas baughman, clair beatty, lloyd beatty, vallareha blankley, william boose, clarence brown, norma bu3sard, clair bussard, Charles chiarizia, arthur chiarizia, robert comely, Charles crownover, earl crownover, moIvina cunninghara, robert cypher, doris detwiler, raymond doneIson, phyllis duvall, Virginia figard, rosnlie flesgal, marie foreman, martha fouse, elva giles, jack hamilton, genevieve harvey, ruth himes, edgar hoover, william long, martha longenecker, elsie lytle, earl masood, martha maugle, curtis mellott, floyd metzgar, lester meyers wayne mcelwain, robert morgan, fred morris, ruth oakes, lola patterson, thelma price, lucille reed, freda russe11, edna russell, john savadow, darvi3 shaffer, jean shea, richard smith, dolly spencer, madeline sprow, grace stake, harold Stapleton, lillian stewart, vivian streepy, kathleen thomas, willard troece, gerald treece, ruth wambaugh, robe rt woaverling, phyllis weimert, maude - 36 HOME ROOM OFFICERS — SAXTON LIBERTY HIGH SCHOOL President Vice Pres Secretary Treasurer President Vice Pres Secretary Treasurer President Vice Pres Secretary Treasurer President Vice Pres. Secretary Treasurer President Vice Pres Secretary Treasurer President Vice Pres. Secretary Treasurer President Vice Pres. Secretary Treasurer President Vice Pres Secretary Treasurer FRESHMEN - Mr. Graham Bob McElwain • Clair Bussard Darvis Sovadow Darvis Savadow FRESHMEN - Miss Albright Phyllis Weaverling • Lucille Price Doris Cypher Martha Long SOPHOMORES - Miss Steele Vaughn Stapleton • Bob Sweet Ailene Taylor Mary Reed SOPHOMORES - Miss McCahan Bob Dixon Jack Davis Bill Davis Donna Clapper JUNIORS - Miss Beal Alvin Pennell George Moyle Christine Kensinger Walter Ross JUNIORS - Mr. Stinson Arnold Davis James Benner Jeanne Bowser Virginia (Reed) Cunningham SENIORS - Miss Long Lee Worthing Martha Ritchey Elizabeth Shark Bob Livingston SENIORS - Mr. Timmons Vernon Savadow Russell Burkett Paul Thompson Eugene Metzgar - 38 - ANNUAL STAFF Vernon Savadow — Business Manager Eugene Metzgar — Art Editor Muriel Cates — Humor Editor Helen Powell — Literary Editor Marcella Carberry — Circulation Manager Carrie Carbeugh — Activities Editor Margaret McElwain — Girls’ Sports Editor Eugene Bailey — Boys' Sports Editor Pauline Blankley — Poetry Editor Arnold Davis — Jr. Assistant Circulation and Business Manager Alvin Pennell -- Jr. Assistant Boys' Sports Editor Anna Mary McCollum — Personnel Editor Jack Gibboney — Jr. Auditor and Clerk Edna Carbough — Copy Technician Mr. Timmons — Faculty Adviser The senior members of the Annual Staff edit the senior copy of 'Block. This is done in cooperation with the members of the senior class. Much credit should go to Miss Long for her advice on the literary work, and also to Mr. Timmons and the students who have put forth their untiring efforts in editing this annual. 39 HIGH SCHOOL BAND The band of Saxton Liberty High School was organ- ized under the leadership of Mr. Shoemaker. It has become quite popular throughout this community, and has proved to be quite a worth-while feature. Much credit should be given to Mr. Shoemaker for his effort in making so fine a band as we now have. Clarinets: Baritones: Jack Cunningham Leroy Graziotti George Moyle Eugene Bailey Chester Fleegal James Grove Trumpets: Clarence Dixon Donald Dixon Roy Allison Ted Guerin Catherine Breneman Vaughn Bailey Vernon Savadow Carl Gilman Flat Horns: James Masood Bob McElwain John Comely Kay Gibboney Trombones: Lee Worthing Kenneth Houp Joe Comely Dick Sheterom Base: Bill Davis Jack Brumbaugh Ralph Gribble Verna Sprow Drums: Drum Major: Bob Williams Mary Cunningham Thorne Hoover Gerald Hnzzard Eugene Metzgar 40 PRESS CLUB Editor ---------------- Ass't. Ed. ------------ Ass't. Ed. ------------ Art Editor ------------ Ass't Art Ed. --------- Circul'n Manager ------ Girls' Sports Ed. ----- Exchange Editor ------- Copy Editor ----------- Treasurer ------------- Copy Technician ------- Student Reporter ------ Activities Reporter --- Class Reporter -------- Reporter at Large ----- Ruby Worthing Lois Bailey Mary Cunningham Eugene Metzgar v (Gilbert Hoffman) Elizabeth Shark Ellen Cypher Emmy Lou Fluke Donna Clapper Alice Donelson George Folk Janet Figard Gerald Stewart Mickey Hamilton Betty Palmer Faculty Adviser ------- Mr. Timmons The members of the Press Club had been assigned to various positions and have well progressed in their work. The purpose of this club is to train the mem- bers along journalistic lines. Graduation took four of these original members, but the under-classmen will carry on the program. TO OUR ADVISER In appreciation to our adviser, we members of the Press Club wish to state that our adviser has given us much pleasure as he performed his duty as capable adviser of our Club. The adviser of this group, to our estimation, is not afraid of work. Furthermore, he is willing to do for others. He has given us much in the way of education by explanation, lecture, and travel. The group as a whole esteem this leader very highly. And we wish to state that more leaders of this kind are needed. Our closing quotation is: give credit where it is due. 41 — Senior Members HIGH SCHOOL CHORUS The chorus in our school was organized at the beginn- ing of the school year '37 under the leadership of Mr. Shoemaker. It has made several eppearances this year and the results have been appreciated by the patrons of the school. Sopranos: Altos: Edna Huff Emma Hollingshead Pauline Morningstar Verna Allison Virginia Cunningham Arleno Bowser Dorothy Eichelberger Christine Kensinger Ruth Treece Lois Bailey Donna Clapper Ellen Cypher Betty Palmer Marcella Carberry Bases: Bob Livingston John Comely Daniel Knittle James Mascod Arnold Davis Clarence Dixon Jack Brumbaugh Gordon Reed Bill Davis Girls' Trio: Dorothy Reed Ruby Worthing Ethel Hess Iva Houck Ruth Willison Alice Donelson Mary Fisher Sara Hess Susanna Huffman Tenors: Kay Gibboney Carl Gilman Ralph Speck George Willison Floyd Mellot Bob Cunningham Tom Cypher Bob Sweet Pat Smith Male Quartet: Kay Gibboney — 1st. Tenor George Willison — 2nd. Tenor John Comely — 1st. Bass Bob Livingston — 2nd. Bass Edna Huff — 1st. Sopreno Dorothy Reed -- 2nd. Soprano Ethel Hess — Alto BOY SCOUTS, TROOP 71 In February 1037, Troop 71, Boy Scouts of America, was organized under the direction of the present Scout- master. This organization started with an initial membership of eight boys, and has grown until at the present time the enrollment numbers 31. Our Troop is living up to the very letter of the foundation of such a group; that of being a service organization for youth guidance. We have been very ective during our short period of cxistance. Some of our activities include the raising of funds for the purc- hase of shrubbery in and about the new high school build- ing, gathering of food-stuff on two occasions for the Blair Memorial Hospital, actual engaging in wild-life conservation programs, participation in community endeavors and other similar activities. We are being prepared! Guy E. Timmons, Robert Williams, Ass’t. Scoutmaster Scoutmaster 43 JUNIOR TRI-HI-Y CLUB President — Madeline Spencer Vice Pres. — Virginia Duvall Secretary — Martha Foreman Treasurer — Ruth Harvey Counselor — Miss McCahan The Junior Tri-Hi-Y Club was organized by the senior club in February, 1937. The purpose of this club is to fasten Christian ideals among the Freshmen and Sophomore girls. 44 TRI-HI-Y CLUB President — Sis Ritchey Vice Pres. — Mergeret McElwain Secretary — Jeanne Bowser Treasurer — Catherine Brenneman Counselor — Miss Boal The Tir-Hi-Y Club was organized in 1935, under the leadership of their present counselor. This club has been very active during its three years of existence. The purpose of this club is to create, maintain, and extend, higher standards of living throughout the t school ehd community. 45 - HI - Y CLUB President — Frank Harvey Vice Pres. — John Hamilton Secretary — John Comely Treasurer — Dick Sheterom This club has for its faculty adviser, Mr. Sharpe, who is trying hard to teach the boys to live up to its purpose which is: to create, maintain, and extend throughout the school and community high standards of Chris- tian character. 46 SAXTON LIBERTY F.F.A. President — Russell Burkett Vice Pres. — Galen Rinard Secretary — Gerald Stewart Treasurer — George Folk Scribe — Allen Stuby The F.F.A. Chapter was organized at Saxton Liberty High School with the introduc- ing of Vocational Agriculture in the fall of 1935. The members at the present time are carrying out the classroom work in Vocational Agriculture, encouraging scholarship, leader- ship, thrift, and citizenship. In every school where Vocational Agri- culture is taught, this club has National, State, and Local Chapters. 47 BEAUTIES OF NATURE .They tell me the beauties of nature Are worth our while to behold. They tell me the fresh air and sunshine In their way are as precious as gold. They tell me the sights of the woodland, The flowers, the birds and the trees, The scampering squirrel, the bunny shy, And deer as fleet as the breeze ----- The turkey, the quail and the pheasant, The saucy young gent called a crow, The buzzard, the high soaring eagle, Insects and turtle so slow ----- The fern growing green by the wayside, Tree roots 'neath cushiony moss Tea leaves and fragrant arbutus To miss them indeed is our loss. They say in the winter the snowflakes Cling to every tree branch and pine bough, • They say it is really quite lovely, Indeed, you should see it right now.” They tell me the brook ih the shadows, Forms a mirror in which you may see Your own face in shining reflection, Or the frined’s who is with you, maybe. They tell me the fallen pine needles Makes a carpet so smooth and so brown, And the pine cones of intricate pattern Form designs as they fall to the ground. They say in the woods there are fairies, And wood nymphs and maybe an elf, And I fear I shall never be happy Until I go and see for myself. — Martha M. Dixon («.n lumna) - 48 - August September ft October ft ft ft November ft If December ft ft 24 - January ft ft ft February tf 11 - ft March ft tf SCHEDULE OF ACTIVITIES 1937-1938 30 - Opening of School 6 - Labor Day vacation 10 - Football - Orbisonia - Away 17 - Football - Hollidaysburg - Away 31 - Parent Teachers Meeting 25 - Football - Broad Top - Home 2 - Football - Osceola Mills - Home 8 - Football - Replogle - Away 8 - The Community Players - 2:15 P.M. and 8 P.M. 15 - F. F. A. Amateur Contest 16 - Football - Roaring Spring - Home 19 - Parent Teachers Meeting 21 - Northern Bedford County Fair 22 - Northern Bedford County Fair 28 - Halloween Party 30 - Football - Williamsburg - Away 8 - Teachers' Institute 9 - Teachers' Institute 11 - Armistice Day Program - No School P.M. 13 - Football - Robertsdale - Home 16 - Parent Teachers Meeting American Educational Week 19 - High School Football Party 23 - Thanksgiving Concert - Band and Chorus 25 - Thanksgiving Vacation 26 - Thanksgiving Vacation 2 - C. L. Bcrgderfer, Impersonater 8 - Football Banquet 14 - Basketball - Martinsburg - Home 16 - High School Play 17 - Basketball - Huntingdon - Away 20 - Basketball - Williamsburg - Home 21 - Parent Teachers Meeting - Christmas Carol 31 - Christmas Vocetion 4 - Basketball - Williamsburg - Away 11 - Basketball - Everett - Home 14 - Basketball - Brood Top - Away 18 - Basketball - Alexandria - Home 25 - Basketball - Roaring Spring - Away 25 - Dr. Harry C. White, Science Lecturer 28 - Basketball - Robertsdale - Home 1 - Basketball - Smith - Away 4 - Basketball - Robertsdale - Away 8 - Basketball - Smith - Home 12 - High School Carnival 15 - Basketball - Broad Top - Home 17 - Basketball - Green Hill - Home 22 - Basketball - Green Hill - Away 25 - Basketball - Everett - Away 22 - Parent Teachers Meeting 1 - Basketball - Roaring Spring - Heme 8 - Stcnerstown School Open House 8 - Saxton vs. Somerset 49 March 12 - ft 15 - ft 21 - ft 22 - April 7 - 8 - ft 15 -18 - ft 22 - tt 26 - May 22 - tt 23 - tt 25 - Many District Basketball Championship High School Open House end Student Night Community Wild Life Conservation Program Saxton Elementary School Open House Faculty Play Easter Vacation Stonerstown Operetta Rhodes Oratorial Contest Baccalourate Commencement Close of School Happy Memories to you all. D. S. and R. S. Here’s to the boy who has courage to say No!'when he's tempted, and turn straight away From temptation and tempter, and do what is right ouch boys are heroes who'll win the fight. ’’Here's to the boy who is willing to work, And, if he could, not a duty would shirk' Doing his best at his work or his play -- Such boys will do to depend on, I say. — Hezekiah Butterworth - 50 - SPORTS GIRLS' BASKETBALL SCHEDULE Martinsburg, away Saxton Liberty 13 Opponent 24 Martinsburg, hone 16 16 Williamsburg, home 18 37 Williamsburg, away 23 17 Everett, home 14 26 Broad Top, away 16 14 Rearing Spring, away 8 28 Robertsdale, home 11 16 Smi th, away 11 21 Robertsdale, away 14 10 Smith, home 9 24 Broad Top, home 13 22 Green Hill, home 25 22 Green Hill, away 15 29 Everett, away 6 21 Roaring Spring, home 11 18 Won —4 Lost —11 Tied —1 — Miss Elda Holsinger, Coach - 52 - PERSONALITIES ON THE GIRLS’ BASKET-BALL SQUAD Elizabeth Shark — A dash here and there so fast we almost miss her, if our eyes are not as quick as she is — that's ’’Libby. A senior, captained the team part of the year, good in everything she tries. Received her jacket last year. We’ll miss her next year, a three letter girl. Margaret McElwain — Margie is another senior who will be missed next year because of her steady playing, good shots, and dependability. Helped captain the team. Received jecket last year, a two letter girl. Madeline Fouse — A tall girl who turned forward too late in her basket- ball career. Due to the change from throe to two court division, Madeline had to change positions. We wish we could have her with us next year. Phyllis Ross — A very patient, reliable girl. She helped us out a great deal at practice this year. Three cheers for you Phyllis now, and in all that you do when you leave us. Eva Aller — Brood Top High School s nt us this little forward. She has made a good start this year, and we are looking for big things from her next year. She earned a jacket this year. Lois Bailey — Here is another little forward who does more than her size shows. Her long shots are going to prove valuable to us next year. You’ll be seeing Lois with a maroon and white jacket, too. Amy Kifer — Amy's tallness has counted for us many times during the year. When we thought we wouldn’t be able to get the ball, she would just pluck it out of the ir. Amy is another jacketeer. Betty Salkeld — Getting away from this gurrd was a puzzle for our opponents to figure out. Betty is a junior, and so we'll be seeing more of her plu3 a maroon and white jecket. Sara Donelson — Such a little girl but such a mighty guard. Sars was new to us this year but stepped right along and earned a jacket for herself. Virginia Kensinger — Another newcomer this yeer end a good one. Another guard who kept the opponents stepping. What's that your wearing Virginia? A jacket! Helen Moffett — The best shot on our squad. With some experience she’ll be helping us more. Ruby Worthing — Following in her brother's footsteps, this sophomore came out to defend her high school and she did. She hes earned a jacket. Mary Reed — Mary, another guard, another sophomore, another good player, another jacket wearer. 53 Susanna Huffman — Thanks to you Susanna. You helped us this year in many ways. Mary Cunningham — A most efficient manager — that's Mary, ever on the spot and helpful in every way. What is really wanted is to light up the spirit that is within a boy. In some sense end in some effectual degree, there is in every boy the material of good work in the world; in every boy, not only in those who are brilliant, not only in those who are quick, but in those who are solid, and even in those who are dull.” — Gladstone BASKETBALL The Sexton Liberty Wildcats had a most successful season of bosketbr.il. Shortly after the closing of the football season Coach Graham put the candidates for basketball into steady practices and work-outs. During the ’37-'38 cage season the Wildcats took possession of the Tussey Mountain League Championship by defeating all league opponents twice each. December the third saw the Maroon and White come out for their first game and victory of the season. At this time the Saxton Liberty quintet defeated Martinsburg to the tune of 33-14. As the season marched on the powertown beys continued their victories by defeating all who stepped in their path. After defeating several teams the Maroon and Wuite clashed with the Huntingdon quintet on the Huntingdon floor. At this time the Cats were defeated for the first time in the season. The score read 18-34. But this did not cause the Saxton boys to lose their courage. They knew that they had been defeated by a much stronger team than their own and that they had put a good fight. After this defeat the Maroon and White began another drive of victories. The Saxton quintet was de- feated two other times in their march of victories; both times by Roaring Spring. The basketball season for Saxton Liberty officially closed Sat- urday evening, March 12, at which time the Wildcats were defeated by Windber for the championship of District 5 of P.I.a.A. The game was played on the Bedford High gym floor. The Wildcats went through their Tussey Mountain League Schedule for the second year in succession undefeated. The school will lose several good players through graduation this year. Those who are Seniors are: John Comely, Tom Meugle, Lee Worthing, John Hamilton, Graffious Smith, and Vernon Savadow. Basketball record of games: Date School Place We They Dec. 3 Martinsburg Away 33 14 Dec. 15 Martinsburg Heme 26 15 Huntingdon Away 18 34 Jan. 11 Everett Home 35 19 Jan. 17 Broad Top Away 26 12 Jan. 18 Alexandria Home 23 14 Jan. 25 Rearing Spring Away 19 35 Jan. 28 Robertsdale Home 37 17 Feb. 1 Smith Home 30 11 Feb. 15 Broad Top Home 23 14 Feb. 17 Green Hill Home 79 3 Feb. 22 Green Hill Away 45 13 Feb. 25 Everett Away 34 21 March 1 Roaring Spring Home 14 23 March 12 Windber Bedford 21 42 55 - FOOTBALL The 37 football season saw Saxton Liberty going through with flying colors. The Maroon and White began earnest practicing early in the fall for their on-coming gridiron season. The Wildcats officially opened their season when they played Orbisonia on September 10, at Orbisonia. At this time the Cats claimed their first victory. The score board read 20-0. The 1937 gridiron proved to be the strongest defensive team produced by S.L.H.S. in the last three years. From the schedule of nine games the Liberty eleven were suc- cessful in eight attempts out of the nine. The only defeat was when the Maroon ahd White ployed a night game at Hollidaysburg. During this time tho Hollidaysburg boys defeated the Wildcats to the tune of 0 - 18. The following players were named to receive awards for their 1937 football season. Seniors Juniors Vernon Savadow John Comely Lee Worthing Greffious Smith Tom Maugle John Hamilton George Willison Russell Burkett Francis Bryan Arnold Davis George Moyle Walter Ross Robert Decker Fern Duvall Junior Dixon Sophomores Gordon Reed Gordon Rickard The following is a record of S.L.H.S. football season; Date School Place We They Sept. 10 Orbisonia Away 20 0 Sept. 17 Hollidaysburg Away 0 18 Sept. 25 Broad Top Home 36 0 Oct. 2 Osceolo Mills Heme 9 0 Oct. 8 Replogle Away 14 6 Oct. 16 Roaring Spring Home 8 0 J.C. Freshmen Away 20 6 Oct. 30 Williamsburg Away 13 0 Nov. 13 Rcbertsdale Home 19 0 - 56 BOXING Boxing is a new sport introduced in our high school. With the introduction of boxing in our high school sport program, another step has been taken to put our school on par with other high schools. This new sport was first introduced pub- licly at the Alexandria basketball meet. The sport is not to be considered as a competition but as a sporting activity the same as any other sport. We are looking forward to this sport holding a def- inite place in our sports program in the very near future. ARCHERY Archery is another activity that just of re- cent has been added to the school's sports curriculum. Archery, it is expected will find a place in our school life. TUMBLING Tumbling is much enjoyed by the students. This activity under the supervision of Coach Graham pro- vides entertainment for both young and old at school exhibitions. The tumblers, which include boys from the four classes, made their first initial appear- ance at the high school carnival in February, '37. INTERCLASS BASKETBALL The interclass basketball was won by the Junior Class. The games were played in the evening after school. The Junior boys won in the boys tournaments and the Senior girls won in the girls tournaments. 57 ON SANDWICHES A couple of hemburgers with plenty of onions. How familiar these words are to the modern ear. In this busy world; people don't have time to sit down and eat a full course dinner of roast beef, mashed potatoes and grr.vy, pie and icecream. No indeed! They must make the most of the few minutes they have off to eat, and a sandwich goes down a lot easier and quicker. The sandwich is the staff of modern life. ’Vhet would a circus or a fair be without t sandwich? What gas station is complete without its sandwich counters? In this vast realm of sandwiches appear many varieties. There is the huge he-man sandwich, consisting of a loaf of rye breed cut in half lengthwise with a large chunk of salomi between, which is completely covered by onions. Then there is the dainty little club sandwich, with lettuce adorning it, and which looks like a center-piece rather than a food. There are sandwiches made from bread, some made from, buns, and still others from crackers. As you look at different sandwiches you behold many different shapes. There are round sandwiches, square sandwiches, oval sandwiches, triangular sandwiches, and the cute little diamond and heart-shaped sand- wiches bridge hostesses delight in serving. hat crackers are to soup, so is the sandwich to modern appetite. — Helen Powell He that refuseth instruction despiseth his own soul: but he that heareth reproof getteth understanding. — Bible - 58 - YOU ARE HERE She closed her eyes. It wasn’t eny use to opeh them. She knew the heavy darkness that clung to her wouldn't go away. She was blind! All her dreams had vanished. All her hopes had slipped away. She set up. In the calm, black depths everything seemed uncertain. Precipices yawned at her feet. The very world trembled. She reached out her hand. Yes, it was there. The one thing that never changed. Her rosary. She picked it up. Her lips moved silently in prayer when suddenly a voice penetrated through the deep silence. Jonh, dearie, her mother's voice came softly, wouldn't you like to get dressed? Joan sighed. Oh, mummy, I'm so tired — too tired to get up today. She knew she wasn't too tired. She just couldn't have her mother see her stumbling around, feeling her way from chair to chair. But, darling, you must get up. There must always be a first time. Tomorrow, murmured Joan and turned toward the wall. Her mother turned wearily from the bed. She was glad, in a queer sort of way, that her daughter couldn't see the tears ib her eyes. To- morrow, she had told her; and Joan always kept her word. After her mother had left the room, Joan struggled to keep the teers from coming. Mummy, she sighed. She felt around for her radio. She snapped it on. When Irish eyes are smiling, erme the voice of the famous tenor. Smiling eyes. Yes, that's what Tommy had called them. And now... ...she mustn't think of eyes......or of Tommy. She pulled herself up to a sitting position. She reached for her bathrobe and pulled it from the top of the bed. She ran her fingers over it. It was new. She smiled. I wonder what color it is, she thought idly. She got into it, finding a sleeve and proceeded from there. She turned end put her feet down. The floor was there. She reached for her slippers. Her fingers investigated them. Yes, this was the right one nnd this wrS the left. She slowly got to her feet. She felt uncertain. It was like doing balance exercises in gym. As she reached for the table to steady herself, she knocked something down. She knelt to explore. She found it at last. A picture — a fram- ed picture — Tommy's picture. She thought of him — his tallness, his warm brown eyes, end his sensitive hands. - 60 - She smiled softly as she thought of him. Then she remembered. She was blind, blind, blind! She remembered that night. She had been walk- ing down near the mill with him. He'd said, Joannie, whatever happens I won't change. It will always be you and me — just like there's the moon and the stars. She couldn't sleep that night she was so happy. Then in the morning she had waked up and it was dark. Her mother had called her to breakfast end then she'd known. Then the doctor had told them and .......... She mustn't think of it any more. Not any more. She got up slowly, clutching the table. She took a few steps forward. She reached out her hands. There was nothing, only calm, black stillness that seemed to clutch at her. Voices floated to her. She strained to hear. Some one had come in. Then some one started up the steps. Tommy! she wanted to hide herself in the darkness. She couldn't face Tommy. Not yet. He wouldn't want a girl who was — who couldn't see. Joan, oh Joannie. And suddenly the darkness became warm and com- forting — like e still starless night. Hope flowed through her. She could walk end hear and ........ Tommy, she shispered. — Emmy Lou Fluke Training is everything. The peach was once a bitter almond; cauliflower is nothing but a cabbage head with a college education. — Mark Twain 61 THOSE WHO HOPE It was a cloudy morning late in May when Mary, a faded little woman with soft gray hair, walked along the deserted race track with its blood- smeared cinders, and as many death records as there were repaired wooden rails nailed to the wooden posts that were strung around the track. Why she had chosen this direction, she did not know, certainly not to recall the happenings that haunted her day and night ever since Harry was taken by the track toll. Mary was very young when Harry brought her as his bride to the little house which was still home to Mary and their son David. They were no longer young when the great wooden bowl had been erected on the site of the dirt track. I got a new job down at the track, Mary, Harry told her one day several years after the new track had been built. What are you going to do? Mary asked. Drive, Harry answered anxiously. You know, I was getting tired of just being care-taker. The first big day will be the Thirtieth of May. Won’t David be proud of me if I come home with the bacon, and I will or breek my neck trying, he had told her all in one breath. Harry had been very proud of his tall son. But it’s so dangerous, Harry. Remember how poor Bill Marty was.... ' No, Harry cut in before Mary could finish. There had been little use for her to argue with him. He knew his own mind and his thin lips expressed his determination. Mary knew the horrors of the race track and prayed every night for Harry’s safety. The dey of the race came end the track was in shape. Crowds jammed the grand-stand and the hill was lined with people. Mary had elreedy bought a grand-stand ticket; but while the cars were being warmed up in the pit, she retraced her steps up the hill and went into the house. If it had to happen she certainly did not want to see it. The race ended in a tumult of uproar. As Harry's speeding automobile crossed the finishing line, it was crowded off the track by another car. A few minutes later the lifeless bodies cf Harry and his mechanic were dragged from the blazing wreck. Mary remembered most of what had taken place thet day. She was weep- ing bitterly as she stumbled back up the same hill to the same house. As much as she had hoped, prayed, and tried to keep David from following in his father's foot-steps, the worst was on its way. Her prayers were yet to be answered cr David would be competing in the fifteenth Annual Memorial Day race. Tomorrow would be Friday and the race was on Saturday. Only two days off, it was like descending doom and it was getting the best of Mary. Wearily she entered the house and lay down on her little bed across - 62 - the hall from David's room. She did not waken until the next morning. Mother, called David. About time you were getting up, isn't it? David was knocking at the room door. Mary dressed hurriedly and went down stairs. She found David waiting for her at the breakfast table with a worried look on his broad face. The meal was eaten in silence. When David had finished, he said, I am going to Pittsburgh for some supplies for the company end I won't get back until morning. You are not afraid to stay along tonight, are you? No, Devid, was all she could manege. She couldn't soy good bye as he left the room. All that day mechanics sv'armed over the sleek little racing cars that were after the silver cup and perhaps a record. The men were making last minute check-ups before the trial runs in the morning. The sheds smelled of oil, grease, and spilled gasoline. It was late that night when Mary climbed unsteadily up the stairs to her little room. She undressed hurriedly and crept into bed, trembling. Mary extended her hand for the alarm clock that had gone off so suddenly. Funny, the clock had stopped before she could find it. Then she heard a voice beside her bed. Get me another spoon, son, I was clumsy enough to drop this one. Is she coming out of it, doctor, David questioned eagerly. Mary waited until she heard David return with the spoon then she op- ened her eyes. Here, drink this, Mrs. Williams. Mary drank the stimulant and lay back on the pillow without a word. The doctor turned to David. Keep her quiet as possible for a few days. With that he turned and left the house. What day is this? was Mary's first question. It's Saturday morning, Mother. When I got home about an hour ago, I couldn’t waken you. I thought you would never open your eyes. Dr. Walker said you are suffering from severe exhaustion and shock — but you mustn't talk now, he spoke soothingly. It was then that Mary glanced out of ruins that lay at the bottom of the hill. the window at the smoldering — Kenneth Hall - 63 - FATHER AND SON John Atkins and his eighteen year old son Pat sat before the cozy fire-place patiently waiting for each other to break the silence. John, rising from his chair, walked slowly towards the fire-place, thought- fully lighting his briar pipe and drawing slow deliberate puffs of cloudy smoke from its bowl. Pausing before the old-fashioned fire- place, he slowly turned around and fastened his dark, piercing eyes on his son, weighing his words before he spoke. 'Son, I fully realize that your desire is to be a sky-scrapper. En- gineer and boss like me is a natural ambition, yet you must give it up for my sake. The dangers and perils of such an occupation lower the value of life to a very low level. I sent you to college with the intention of having you become an engineer, not a sky-scrapper cowboy. Use your ability to engineer road or bridge constructions. Forget the sky-scrapers. This is my advice to you as father to son. Think of both sides of the situation before you decide finally on your life's vocation I won't decide for you because I don't went you to regret any decision I may make in the future. His son relaxed in his chair, slowly pushing his fingers through his jet black hair. After the staccato toot of a local locomotives whistle had died away he answered half reluntantly as if he needed more time to consider the problem at hand............. Dad, I wholly agree with your arguments but the blood of a sky-scraper cowboy flows in my veins. I would be wasting the best years of my life on a job with the safety of life assured. I feel like a young colt whose youthful spirit seems un- controlable. Dad, I am going to be a sky-scrapper cowboy. In fierce strides John Atkins crossed the drawing room, knocking the ashes from his pipe. Son, I didn’t expect that answer. I .......... Sorry Dad, my mind is made up. If you expect me to get a job for you, you had better change your mind I I don’t expect any favors. ’ Goodnight, sir! he replied with flashing eyes. Gasping, Pat replied, Goodnight, Dad. I am sorry we had to quarrel. Turning his back on his son, John walked to his library leaving Pat standing alone with a downcast look on his face. Shrugging his broad shoulders he turned and went out the large square door to face the world alone. Taking down an engineering book from his vast library, John sat down in his easy chair lighting his briar pipe once more. Leaving the book unopened, he closed his eyes and his mind wandered back to the days of his youth when he opposed the wish of his father concerning construction jjobs. The nerve tingling and inspiring shouts of the men aroused an - 64 - emotion in his soul that made him want to cling to such a dangerous type of work. Leaning against the wind on a single beam, floors above the hurrying, bustling world below, made him think of the many advent- uresome days of his youth. Nov; he was approaching old age which made him wince at the thought of retiring from an occupation so daring and invigroating. Yes, he mused to himself, he couldn’t blame Pat for standing by such a grand occupation. The book dropped from his lap and struck the floor with a dull thud stirring his thoughts back to the present. With eyes, misty at the thought of the grave injustice to his son, he rose feebly from his chair and retired to his bedroom. He arose early, blinking his eyes at the bright sunshine that stream- ed through his open window. Yawning and stretching like a kitten, he dressed and went down to breakfast. After eating his usual mec.l of bacon and eggs with a cup of black, hot coffee, he put on his overcoat and went down to work. On his way to his office the frightening thought of ha.7ing to retire from his work made the incidents of last night flash through his mind once more. He had an odd feeling that very soon he would receive his pension papers. Arriving at his destination, he went to the workmen's locker room and changed to a suit of working clothes. Cn his way to the head office he encountered his assistant, Mike Carson, walking towards him. Hello, Boss, said Mike greeting his superior with a sad face. Hello, Mike What's on your mind this morning? Without answering, Mike handed his boss an oversized gray envelope. With a frown on his weather-beaten face and deeply wrinkled forehead, he took the envelope. Nervously tearing the edge cf the envelope, he slow- ly withdrew the contents from the letter. After reading the letter, he slightly shook his head as if to clear his mind. Looking past his assistant, he whispered, Come on Mike, let's go up to the fifty-second stcry and get started on the job as this is my last day. Upon reaching the top floor by elevetor, he stepped out upon the half completed beams and walked towards the rivet catchers. Walking slow- ly over a cross—beam, he was suddenly seized by a sickening, feeling in his head resulting in the loss of his balance with a naturol clutching for something to save him. As he fell he luckily grabbed a beam with both hands, horrible thoughts reeling through his mind, sweat pouring down his leathery face. Thinking all was lost, he began slowly to slip into un- consciousness with his fingers slowly loosening their grip, when suddenly he felt a pair of strong hands under his armpits and his body swaying like -pendulum of a clock. With the feeling cf safety, came complete un- consciousness . When he finally opened his eyes, the doctor explained that it was his son, Pat, who had saved him. Fixing his eyes cn Pat in a steod- fasty gaze, he spoke to his son. 'Tat, since when did you become a sky-scraper cowboy? Pat replied with a faint smile, Dad, in the summer season I worked - 65 - cn sky-scrapers to earn mere money; and Dad, I am the new boss, His father roared a deep What. with an added touch of awe in his deep bass voice. Yes, Dad, replied Pat, I thought we should keep the job in the family. — Vernon Savadow A JUNE NIGHT To some a night in June signifies romance, love, and adventure, but to me it means all this and something more. Just after the evening meal when twilight trails her dark draperies over the mountain’s rim, I hove a desire to get out somewhere — anywhere — away from people. Just to walk along in the deepening twilight. The full moon riding high inspires in me e desire to go on and on. To feel on my face the cool breeze laden with the fragrance of roses makes everything desirable come within my reach and nothing seems impossible. Then on the crest of a hill I stop and look about me. Above, the moon and the stars in a cloudless blue-black sky, on all sides nature manifests her beauty and seems to smile at man, defying him to duplicate his work. I know then that these things are not fortunities for I am a part of this plan with c definite part to play. Knowing this, I am bigger than myself end I can lock down on the whole world for I am far above. The petty quarrels and misunderstandings of life seem far re- moved from me. I could gather all the people of the world in my arms for one long embrace! But even in this ecstatic state one must return to the world of realities and I must go back agrin to a seemingly unthinking society end wait again for my escape on a June night. - 66 - — Audrey Bryant LET'S IMAGINE: It is now the year 1950; and, having retired from the working world, we decided to take a trip and look up our old school mates. Before leaving Saxton, we had to attend to some last minute details. To insure a safe journey, we had our car inspected and over-hauled at Clair Smith's garage. He has a flourishing business since Robert Living- ston, the deisel motor expert, is hired as his mechanic. While our car was being repaired, who walked in but Kenny Hall, who had just quit his job as chauffeur for Helen Kifer, a rich widow by now, because he got tired of walking the dog. It was just our luck for we needed a chauffeur, and we hired him. We started out from Saxton and had to go over a rough road being re- paired by the V'.P.A. There we found Grr.ffious Smith as boss and after talking to him we found he is married and has a very happy family. After leaving Graffious, we turned on the radio and heard Harold Clark announcing the popula blues singer, our own little Susie Heiser. The broad cast was stopped in the middle of the program to announce that Nick Angelo and Merle Houck had just completed their non-stop flight around the world. We soon reached Huntingdon and, badly in need of a shave, we dropped in at George Folk's Barber Shop. There we met Ruth Barnett who is the beautician. She is happly wedded to Carl Eusley of Broad Top. Next we went over to Frank Angelo's Shoe Shop to get a shoe shine and discovered he is running a junk business. He is still the same old Frank. We headed straight for Pittsburg, and on our way we accidently broke the speed limit and a cop pulled us off the road. Tom Black was the gentleman and he was as much fun as ever, so he skipped the ticket. We learned from him that Dick Shetrom is pastor of a near-by church. When we reached Pittsburg we went to a large hotel. We found it under the management of David Shaal. Audrey Bryant is his private sec- retary. We entered the dining room and Emma Hollingshead came to take our order. We learned from her that Dot Reed Cypher has been cooking in this hotel ever since she and Joe were married. Before leaving Pittsburg, we needed a little money, so we went to the bank to have a check cashed. Frank Harvey is the cashier and Sara Fields is a stenographer in the bank. Frank is a bachelor and Sara is married to a man from Pittsburg. We left Pittsburg and outside of town we saw a circus and decided to stop. Our attention was attracted by a long-winded barker who turned out to be none other than Carl Gilman advertising the cowboy show in which James Tex Grove is the cowboy. We went in to see the show and during the performance a horse was hurt and a veterinarian was colled. Hustling and bustling, in came our own little Johnnie Comely. We drove out as far as Chicago without meeting anyone else vie knew. There we bought a paper and reed that James Carberry and Sc-m Long were negotiating a big deal between James' meat factory and Sam's fish hatch- ery. The editor of the paper is Eugene Metzgnr. We saw too that Eugene - 67 - Bailey, a prominent divorce lawyer, had just lost his first case out of a hundred trials. Vernon Dixon refused his wife, the former Dorothy Huff, a divorce. We went to the Ritz Night Club to spend the evening and found Ethel Hess starring in the floor show. We also recognized the demure little hat check girl, who was Muriel Cates. After the show Ethel told us that Iva Houck and Russell Burket are married and have been running a chicken farm in Canada. We continued Westward and stopped off at a Dude Ranch for a few days rest. George Willison runs the ranch and he furnishes his own entertain- ment. Here we ran into Anna Mary McCollum, the famous essayist, who was enjoying her vacation on George’s ranch. She told us that Phyllis Ross is teaching school in a near-by town. From there we journeyed on to Hollywood where we decided to visit the famous movie stars. Francis Bryan is the biggest box-office attract- ion the country has ever known. He married a Saxton girl, Phyllis, whom he took along to Hollywood with him. Mary Carbaugh is a star, too. Francis informed us Roy Allison is a big lumberman and furnishes lumber to the studio. He also has taken his wife out with him. Of course we knew at once where Roy got his start in the lumber business. Vernon Sav- adow is a great producer in another studio and Lucille Bussard is his happy wife. Emmy Lou Fluke is a designer for the gowns used in Vernon's productions. We took the Southern route home, In Arizona we stopped at the Tuberclosis Sanitarium to visit Edna Huff and Eunice Carbaugh who are nursing there. Martha Ritchey, Spargo’s wife, is also on the hospital staff. Our next stop was at Texas Christian University to visit Kay Gibbon- ey who is Professor of Electricity there. Kay told us Edna Carbaugh, Weaver and her husband are running a sheep ranch ih Oklahoma. Y.Te found our next interest in Florida. Minnie Roland manages a winter resort and Madeline Fouse is the physical education director. Ralph Speck, our class poet, was spending his vacation at Minnie’s resort. On our way North, we stopped off at Durham, North Carolina and spent some time at Duke University with Marcella Carberry who is a Professor in English. She had just been divorced from Congressman, Paul Thompson. We next decided to slip over into the hills of Kentucky end surprise Paul Barnett and his wife Carrie Carbaugh, who are running e very pros- perous industry — making corn likker.” Paul told us he shot his thir- teenth neverur who turned out to be our own little playboy of 1938, Rawleigh Clapper. V'e came on to Washington but we didn’t have the courage to call on Ruth Treece who is private secretary to the President. But we did see Pauline Blankley, the Secretary of the newly organized Department of Education. We came up to Baltimore and called on Veda Treece. She is Superintendent of the John Hopkins Hospital. Instead of hurrying home, we turned off the highway at Riddlesburg and paid Margaret McElwain Thomas a call. We knew she would be glad to hear from the others. We went on over to Dudley to see Lib Shark Barto. - 68 - She is running a five and ten cent store in Dudley. Coining down, we stopped in Coalmont to see Pearl Houp Speck. Back in Sexton, we gave a complete account of our trip to Helen Powell, who is teaching in the Saxton Liberty High School. We prophesiers, Lee, John, and Tom, have enjoyed our journey into the future. We hope our visions have been correct (with the exception of poor Rawleigh.) — Lee Worthing — John Hamilton — Tom Maugle Education is to know for the sake of living, not to live for the sake of knowing. — Kate Douglas Wiggin - 69 THOSE WE LOVE Ted picked up the receiver, Hello.” Dr. Sanders' well known voice came over the wire, Gates, get down here to the hospital as quickly as you can. Your wife’s had a serious accident. Fell down the stairs...........� Ted waited to hear no more. Not waiting for the elevator, he ran down the many flights of stairs. He .lumped into his car, and breaking all speed limits, arrived at the hospital in a few minutes. He was met in the corridor by Dr. Sanders. 'here is she? Is she hurt badly? Let me see her, he commanded, his face a mask of anguish. Sanders pravely shook his head. Too late, my boy. She’s — she’s gone. She didn't regain consciousness so it didn't hurt any. Ted's face showed that he didn't -- couldn't believe it. So Sanders opened the door and motioned him into the room. For just a minute though. There she was, lying on a snow white bed, which only served to deepen her own deadly pallor. Staring down at her relaxed form, beautiful in life, but more so in death, his thoughts started wandering. Only this morning he had kissed her good-bye. As usuel, she had helped him on with his coat, held his hat until he was ready for it, stood on tiptoes to re- ceive and give the kiss that always punctuated their parting. These thoughts raced through his mind as he looked at her. How could life be so cruel.’ Death, rather, for life no longer existed in her here- tofore energetic little body. 'Mr. Gates, you’d better leave now. The hearse is here to take her away. Dr. Sanders gently gripped Ted's shoulder, pulling him away from the bed. You go home and try to get a little rest. I’ll see you later.” Ted left the hospital in a daze. Unmindful that he had brought his own car, he hailed a taxi. Riding along the country road which led to his vine-covered cottage, he said to himself over and over, It can't be. They say she fainted and fell down the stairs. They're crazy. His thoughts drifted back to the first time he had met his wife. Belle was her name. He liked it and had told her so, too, more than once. Belle Gordon was just what her name implied — the belle of the town. A small town it was, but it boasted dozens of pretty girls. So Belle was ortunate indeed to be looked upon cb the prettiest and most popular. She lived with her father in the center of the town. Nathan Gordon was the one attorney in Barryville. Proud of his profession, he was more proud of his daughter. The two lived happily together — sharing their work, going °n S oy' elkinS through the forest, visiting their many friends both in Barryville and in the small towns surrounding it. It was a sad day indeed when the old minister brought home the news to Belle that her father had been killed, strangled by an unknown assailant. - 70 - It was the most gruesome crime ever committed in the district, and to make it more outstanding still, the murderer had left his cord. It con- tained the following: Joseph T. Gatsho. At the inquest the doctor said he was of the opinion that a maniac had done it. Probably one who is attacked temporarily by the urge to kill. He must be found! He had uttered vehemently. Belle was glad to accept the doctor's opinion for she hated to think that her father had ever had any enemies. After the funeral, she remained in Barryville. To her, life seemed to have lost all its glamour. She se- cured a Job at the local railroad station but took no interest in it. One rainy night while on duty, Belle noticed a handsome young man, pacing back and forth on the platform. He was well-dressed, erect, and hod a pleasant countenance in spite of the downpour of rain that had soaked him thoroughly. Finally he entered the station and went to the ticket window. What time does the train leeve for Chester? he asked. Not until 10:15, Belle replied, flushed and tingling, yet not able to understand why. You can dry yourself a little over by the fire if you wish,” she added shyly. I'm soaked clear through, he remarked grimly. I sent my bags on ahead or I could change my clothes. Belle measured him with her eyes. He was just about the size of her father. All of his clothes were heme just lying idle. Should she? Fin- ally she decided, If you care to go home with me, I could lend you some cf my father's clothes. He's been dead now for quite a while, she said quietly. He had accompanied her home and efter he had changed into dry clothes, drank the cup of coffee she had prepared for him. A week later, he returned to Barryville, with the clothes as an excuse for seeing her again. Belle enjoyed his compcny, tasting again the joyous companionship she had longed for since her father’s death. A few weeks later, when Ted asked her to become his wife, she con- sented readily. They were married by the same minister who had been the first to tell her of her father's death. She sold her home, and they set- tled down in Chester, where they lived comfortably on Ted's income as assistant manager of the Chester Lumber Company. Ted dearly loved his wife, and she in turn loved him. There was only one cloud in her married life, and that was the feet that his job often necessitated his leaving home very frequently and staying away two or three days each time. Although she offered to go with him, he said that she would be better off at home as his trips were purely business and would be dull to her. In spite of this, they got along so well that neighbors often re- marked that they were like two lovers instead of husband and wife. These thoughts transported him into another world, and as the taxi - 71 - rolled up in front of the house, it abruptly came back to him that there would be no Belle waiting in the hell for him. Shakily, he climbed out and ascended the porch steps. Everything seemed bleak and dismal cbout the house. The white curtains seomed to have lost their whiteness, the blooming flowers their fragrance — all mourned the recent loss of their mistress. Inside, Ted looked around ot the preparations Belle had made for house-cleaning. Buckets end scrub brushes, soap end cloths, furniture out of place — these betrayed her activities that had taken place that morn- ing. He found himself at the foot of the stairs — those that had caused his wife's death. He thought of kicking them, but instantly realized how futile it would be, for nothing could bring her back. He glanced up at the top of the stairs. There a clothes closet stood, doors open, and a step ladder in front of it. She must have been standing on it, cleaning the closet, when she fell. Suddenly, Ted turned pale. He went up the steps three at a time. Hastily he looked in a small tin box on the top shelf, scattering papers right and left in search of something. It was not there. Then he spied it lying on the floor. It was an official looking document. He picked it up and read the same words Belle had read a short time before. I, Joseph Theodore Gatsho, in the presence of Judge Johnson, and by consent of the court of Darby, do change my name to Joseph Theodore Gates. — Helen Powell In all the affairs of human life, social as well as political, I have remarked that courtesies of a small and trivial character are the ones which strike deepest to the grateful and appreciating heart. — Henry Clay 72 - ON WISHES The old saying goes, if wishes were kisses old maids would be brides; if wishes were horses oil beggars ’would ride. But, as you know, wishes are neither kisses nor horses, so old maids will go on being old maids and beggers will continue to walk. It seems as though everything must have a few superstitions connect- ed with it. Take the moon for example; when there is a ring around it, that is supposed to be the sign of a coming storm snd the number of stars in the ring indicate the number of days before the storm will breek. There ere many other moon superstitions by which some people swear. So it is with wishing. There is probably no one who, at somo time or other, has not heard of the wish-bone, the wish-pond, ring-wishing, and linked-finger wishing. These are only a few of the numerous ways of making wishes. I can remember mahy nights when I set by the window and wished on a star. I knew e little rhyme which I said: Starlight, starbright, The brightest star I see tonight! I wish I may, I wish I might, Have the wish I wish tonight! then, without looking at the star again, I would go to bed. But when none of my wishes came true, I began to lose faith in the stars. Just what are wishes, anyway? To me, they a.re the desire for some- thing that I admire. Not material things such as gold and silver, but in- tangible things, which could not bo handed to me on a gold platter if wishes were granted. Cf course, almost everyche's wishes are different. A tramp may wish for clothes, shelter, and enough to e t; a pauper may wish for greet riches; many people wish for love. Some wishes are granted; many are not. In my opinion, it is best that all wishes are not granted because some cf us would be like the little rabbit who went to the fishing pond to v.’ish for scarlet wings. His wash was immediately granted but alas! when he returned heme his mother did not recognize this strange creature and she shut her door to him. Don't you think it would be better to be satisfied with whet we have than to have something like that happen tc us? Wishing may be all right if the wishes are made lightly and not ex- pected to come true. - 73 - — Anna Mary McCollum TO THE TEACHERS AT THE CLOSE OF SCHOOL Dear teachers, 'tis the end of school; The term has reached its close. Will say our farewells, go our ways, And get an earned repose. The bell no more will ring for us Until time to meet again, And sweet may our enjoyment be Between this time and then. Our separations long or short, There’s only One can tell, But what He does is always best, As we all know full well. But of't I'll think as days go by Of all my teachers dear, My thoughts will wander back to them Thro' all the coming year. My wishes best go with them all Unto their journeys' end, For well I know each teacher has A helping hand to lend. Our days at the dear old school Have bound us with a tie, Of friendship, kindness, and goodwill, Each time will sanctify. Our teachers worked to teach us well. True knowledge to impart, To train the mind in wisdom's ways And educate the heart. And well we know each time we came For months from day to day Has done us good, end fitted us To find life's better way. .e've laid foundations, sure and strong On which to build a life. That in the future time will shine And triumph over strife. But of't our thoughts will backward turn To school of youthful days, Where oft as boys end girls we met When life was all ablaze. 74 - The time to say last words has come, But ere we hence depart. Our thanks to you for kindness shown We give with ell our heart. And now farewell; the day declines The sun is on the wane The shadows fall, the curtains drop, We break our school day's chain. — Carrie Carbaugh THE REST Did you ever stop to figure what the rest were doing or what happened to the rest? Probably after the rain stops, you do not give a thought to what happens to the rest. Some of it goes on over the mountains, some goes across the country, and some goes out and rains on some ship at see, as if it did not already have enough water. This same rain might have satisfied the thirst of some desert tribe in a region where it had not rained for a long time. The rest to a musician means a good deal if it comes at the right time. It's funny about time, some things are only good to us if they come at the right time, while others are good at elmost any time. A greet many people wonder what the rest of the people are doing and thinking. I knew a man once who worried all the time about the other people, what they thought he was doing. That's the trouble with most people — they worry too much. A large percentage of the cases in our insane hospitals is the direct or indirect result of worry. The man or woman who does- n't worry so much looks younger when he or she grows old. But we should not worry about the rest, but rest while the rest worry. - 75 - — Kay Gibboney ON SHOES What a piece of work is a shoe I How necessary to mankind! How decorative to femininity! And yet a shoe is a simple thing. Just a few pieces of flexible material sewed together and tacked to a leather or rubber sole. A narrow projection stuck in the back, a few strings attached, or a bow applied, and what have you? A shoe. As I parade down the street through the shopping district, I peer into many windows and what do I see? Shoes. Shoes of all kinds appear before my vision. There are baby's shoes, just a wee bit of soft leather with a tiny soft sole. Then there are children’s shoes, with thick heels and soles, enforced and reenforced, to stand the wear and tear they know they will receive. Next, I see some dainty little slipp- ers. Bows, straps, clips, rhinestones, ribbons, and what-not adorn these. And why not? They're for milady. Last, and least, comes the weaker sex's footgear. Large clumsy looking ones for working, and a little less clumsy ones for dress. But what have we missed? Those of our faithful friend, the horse. These poor creatures have no choice in their styles of shoes. It's the same thing, year after year. And the farmer expects him to pull his load unquestioningly. Wearing an old-fashioned pair of shoes, too. Shoes are very essential. Without them how would we know when the teacher is returning to the classroom? — Helen Powell I am not bound to win, but I am bound to be true. I am not bound to succeed, but I am bound to live up to what light I have. I must stand with anybody that stands right, and part with him only when he goes wrong. — Abraham Lincoln 76 GIRLS I CAN'T BEAR Before I start forth on this discussion of a very delicate subject, I must ask that these words be read in silence when none of the fairer sex is around because, although I am usually able to look out for myself, I am not exactly comfortable around those painted finger nails md pretty little white hands which scratch and pull hair so nicely. I hope my wish is graciously granted. Well, the first kind of girl I shall give my views on is the gush- er. Now I cen stand a gusher if it happens to be the kind that has to do with oil, but whenever it's a girl gusher, I wish myself a thousand miles away. You know the kind of girl I mean — she takes a fit about the least little thing. For instance, it may be a dress in a store window. Now I’ll admit that the dress is pretty, but gosh: to hear her, you'd think it was the Queen of England's famous gown or something. She goes on something like this, Ooooh, isn't that the sweetest thing? Mmm, oh isn't that cute? I answer, Yeah, but I doubt if she hears me — she is too busy making funny little sounds and saying, Gee I wish I had it. 'Gh boy! and look at those cute buttons! and..... end so on and on and on — till I feel as though I could cheerfully wring her neck. Well, enough about her. Now there's another kind that gets me. It's the girl who says cute ell the time. I notice that most of the girls seem to have that habit. No matter what it is — animal, vegetable, or mineral — it's cute. The dress is cute. Her hair is cute. That was a cute play. It was kind of cute yesterday, wasn’t it? Did you see the cute sunset last night? There are plenty of adjectives in the English language, but to hear a girl talk you'd think there was but one. Some- day I'm going to write a book, Dictionary of Adjectives, and I'll bet my last dollar that cute won't be among them. Another type which I can scarcely bear without being impolite is the girl who tries to impress you with her superiority by using strange words which she herself doesn’t know the meaning of end all in all acting like a sophisticated lady of the world when, in reality, she's nothing but a silly, empty-headed little chit who has high ideas about herself. How would you like to be entertained by a long, drawn out, exagger- ated account of last night's party, and with the emphasis on her super- man escort? And another thing. What girl can keep a secret? I hove yet to find so rare a one. Oh yes, they'll swear up and down that they'll never breaths a word but pretty soon it's ell over town. And what will she say when she is asked about it? She’ll soy, Why, I only told so and so and she said she wouldn't breathe a word of it to anybody. Why the girls tell each other everything, I don’t know. Didn't Bill Shakespeare say Frailty, thy name is woman! Maybe that's whet he meant. Well, I could tell a few more faults of God’s fairest creatures, I suppose, but I do not wish to involve myself too deeply. I shall now write the end to this hot discussion and proceed to the woods where I shall conduct a search for e hole which some absent-minded groundhog may have lost track of, there to spend the next six weeks or so of hot weather. — Nick Angelo 77 STARS The stars ere tiny, sparkling candles placed by loved-ones in the windows of heaven to tell us they have net forgotten us and to remind us to think of them. I like to watch the stars on a clear, crisp, silvery night when the ground is covered with snow. It seems as if some one has scattered star dust over the earth. Sometimes the stars peep into the shadowy waters of c darkened pond and make it sparklo and shimmer, reflecting their glowing images in the now shining waters. Every now and then a star falls like e sparkling jewel tumbling from a queen's crown. A falling star means different things to different people. Haven’t you ever heard a felling star signifies a passing soul? Or haven't you ever wished on one? A star is often used as a guide. The Indians U3ed the stars as a compass when wandering in the woods after the darkness had fellen. Many people who have been lost, have found their way by the stars. Many beautiful legends are told concerning the stars, passed from generation to generation. In one of these lovely stories, the stars who had come down to swim in the waters of the lakes at night became water lilies. %'e may live, tve may dream, we may laugh, we may cry under the vast canopy of stars but still they do not change. Ambition is said to be hitching your wagon to a star. And we each have a star. A star, a tiny sliver of silver in the sky, may mean all this. — Emmy Lou Fluke T8 - DESKS Desks are the official records of any school. Without desks students would leave school and be forgotten. From small pin holes to great not- ches can be found on most desks. As each owner takes over his property he revises the master piece of art before him to 3uit his own taste. Along with other things desks have a habit of being in disorder and co- llecting paper. No one pieces the paper there or puts the desk in dis- order and of course no one wpnts to take away the paper or clean up the desk. Chewing gum collecting is another one of its specialties. A school room without desks would be rather empty and lonesome. Greet men often go back to some lonely little school to sit at their ovm desk to recall their school days. They bubble over with joy at finding their initials or some of their other carving. Ancients carved their histories on stone. Moderns have their hist- ories taken on film and canned. But school kids still insist on a pin or knife and a marred desk. — Kenneth Hall ’’There are no fragments so precious to those of time, and none so heedlessly lost by people who cannot moke o moment, and yet can waste years. - 79 - — Montgomery ESSAY OK MUSIC Switzerland has no navy. Italy has no president. France has no king. But where under the sun is there a country that doesn't have music? Music is the food of love; or so said Shakespeare. All countries have love. This love might be love of beauty, love for entertainment, or love for another. Of these, love for another ranks first. If music is the food of love, and it is, then all countries must have music for even love must be fed. Music comes in all styles and patterns. From the screeches of the clarinet to the beat of the African drums we have music. To many of us though a great deal of it wouldn't sound like music. From Spain I hear a rythmic rhumba or tango dominated by the clicking castanets. Then comes a picturesque vision into my mind of old Spain with her tall dark senors and gay senoritas surrounded by the picturesque haciendas. I hear Dinah calling and I find myself on the roof of a famous New York Hotel. A popular swing band with the swelling tones of the trumpet is issuing forth the rythm of an even popular swing tune. But there is still another ensemble that is greater than any orchest- ra. The military band remains the true choice of the American public; therefore it shall live forever. Music is becoming more popular than ever and will always be popular. Music is an open field for good musicians. But with all the present day music, if some of it may be classed music, what we really need is less noise and more good music. — EugBBe Bailey 80 - SENIOR POETRY Blues Did you ever get a feeling That all you did was wrong? You couldn't give a whistle Or even hum a song? When everything you said Was silly as could be? And every movement that you made Some one would turn to see? You felt as though all the world Despised each thing you said? And all the folks around you Were wishing you were dead? And the only way to get relief Was to hunt a lonely room And sit there very silent Alone in the blue and gloom? Robert Livingston Falling Star Oh, falling star, like a dart You shoot from herverr's shining bow.' Have you tired of heavenly life And come to live with us below? Why did you leave your comrades? Won't they miss you now you've gone? Did you say good-bye to thorn, Before your life above was done? Had you finished all your duties? Was there nothing more to dc? Or has another star been born To light for us your place anew? Oh, now you have vanished! Swallowed up by black space! But another bright wee star Has come cut to take your place. But it does not seem the same; I'll always miss your twinkling light, And I can only sigh as I exclaim, Good night, falling star, good night. Ethel Hess - 81 You I was alone and feeling blue, Couldn't think of a thing to do When I raised my eyes and there was you, Yes, you. You, my heart thrills once again; You as you always will remain; You, standing in the shaded lane; Just you. You, protecting me with your arm; You, telling me of my charm; You, keeping me from all harm; Always you. You, telling me that you loved me, Saying without me you were lonely, I was meant to be yours only, For you! Then on the day I said, I do, And after the wedding was over, too, I had my dearest wish come true — Forever you! Emmy Lou Fluke Morning Peeping o'er the hilltop At the break of day, Jeweled misty sunbeams Chase the night away. The dew-sprinkled meadow, Like diamonds agleam, Reflects like a rainbow In the depths of the stream. The breath of the rosebud Is fresh on the air, Greeting the dawn With a kiss sweet and rare. Lo! it is daybreak, Purple and gold. And twittering wrens Their wings unfold. The sun's shining bright Over meadow and lawn; Awake, and arise For behold! it is dawn. Anna Mary McCollum 82 Snow It softened the hum of the motor And eased the crunch of the wheel, And no sound came from the snow As it hurled itself against the steel. Kenneth Hall Spring - Written in the Fall Is this a time to be dreary and sad When nature has lost her frown; When even the blue heavens look glad, And brightness breathes from the ground? There are songs of joy from the robin and wren, And there's twittering of swallows all through tfee sky; The ground squirrel plays by his den, And the wild bee hums merrily by. Harold Clark Be Cheerful.' I've often heard of cheerfulness Curing people's aches and pains. And so I guess it too can turn Our losses to our gains. What's the use of being sad And grumpy all day long? If you'll just smile end be cheerful, Life will be one grand old song. For your life is what you make it, And it's oh! sc nice to be A person who can take it, Then, smiling, struggle free. Helen Powell Reverie It was like finding A sprig of flowers in the desert It was so delicate. A bouquet of lavender Gove it a touch of romance As it lay forgotten there. She picked it up And the sun traced with a golden pencil Her mother's wedding veil. - 83 - Emmy Lou Fluke Gethsemane Not My will, but Thine very own Be done, in agonies unknown He prayed, and had the stronger grown, While disciples slept. Alone! His own Gethsemane; A little thought it was for me — Gethsemane — then Calvary; While disciples slept. Dear Lord, if I be so encumbered, Keep me from being trodden under; Lest I should weary grow, and slumber — With my spirit spent. Ralph N. Speck Sonnet I often wonder why it is that when I'm sitting watching flames devour the wood. So many things take shape, then leave again Just when I think that they are getting good. There're fairies dancing in a ring, but where Do they go when some bright stars take their place? There're shadows darting in and out, and these Are giants eating up the smaller race. All kinds of pretty birds take wing and fly To other places, still to me unknown. Then, animals, of every kind pass by And I and the fire are left, we two, alone. Just where dc these things come from whither go? I still would like so very much to know. Helen Powell Hero I went to China and to France. I learned to gamble and to dance. I'll ne'er forget thet day at war, The men I killed — it was a score. With cowhands I built my fame. My life I risked for a blond-headed dame, Then as a G-man on the prod — Took three long years to break that mob. With wings I flew the ocean wide With a sleeping pilot at my side. One day I heard a comrade yell, And on my way to help I fell. When I ewoke to finish through, Again a voice, It’s time for school! Nick Angelo 84 SENIOR CINQUAINS Morning Comes At dawn The sun and moon Indulge in one short race; The bright sun overtakes the moon — ’Tis morn. Sam Long Fishing Afloat On a calm sea, On a sunny summer day, Holding a long rod ih my hand — Fishing. Tom Maugle What Else? It’s love — It must be love, The v:sy he sits around All day with glowing eyes snd dreams Of you. Margaret McElwain Cost He lovod And he has lost So grief will be his cost But memories shall always stay Till death. Bob Livingston I Dream I dream Of you and me And all thtfse thoughts we shared When we were young. You are gone, but still I dream. Margaret McElwain 85 The Wind The wind, YJhistling loudly, Goes sweeping over the land To its destination afar Then dies. George Willison Lost Treasure Lost, My only treasurer, The one I cherished most, Now gone and lost forever — A dream. James Grove Our Flag The flag That flies above Flaunting its colors brave Means more than riches to me — Freedom! Clair Smith Colors, Green, blue, and yellow Forming a beautiful ribbon Looping the sky and the hill — A rainbow. Anna Mary McCollum Y� e want the spirit of America to be efficient; we want American Character to be efficient; we went American Character to display itself in what I may, perhaps, be allowed to call spiritual efficiency — clear, disinterested thinking and fearless action along all the right lines of thought. — Woodrow Wilson 86 TID BITS The sun rose in splendor bright, Throwing clouds from left to right. They hit the sky upon the heed, I know beceuse its face got red. Grnffious Smith Ruby lips and pearly teeth, Eyes like diamonds, see! Combined with curls of gold — A jewel of a girl is she! Grnffious Smith Some fellows start right in the rut, While others head the throng. All men may be born equal, but — They don't stay that way long. Susie Heiser He was a ray of bright sunshine And I adored him so — I think you ought to guess by now The lad I used to know. Pauline Blcnkley The moon is like a fairy boat Upon a silver sec; The fairies steer it 'round the stars That shine so constantly. Anna Mary McCollum The spiders worked till the sun hed set; Then came the dev: and settled 'round, And lo! each web the morning found A sparkling jeweled net! Anna Mary McCollum In winter-time there's lots of snow; In summer we have sun and rain; The autumn days make red leaves glow; And spring has fields of growing grain. Mary Ccrbaugh 87 88 The Bloc!. Staff wishes to call to the attention of patrons and friends of our school to the list of advertisers in this volume. We, as well as the advertisers, fully realize that advertising of this nature has very little value, yet the firms listed here-in have supported us financiall, and have made it possible for us to produce this production. We would, therefore, ask you to support them in the same measure as they have supported us. — The Staff. Try the Drug Store First Phone 68 Saxton, Penna. 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