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

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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.

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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 -

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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