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

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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 -

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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 -

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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 -