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

Page 28 text:

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 -

Page 27 text:

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 -

Page 29 text:

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