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

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CLASS GRUMBLER Oh, mei I never did believe in old sayings, but I certainly do novi. In the seven hundred-twenty days I was supposed to have been in high school, but I skipped r.ow and then, either I got out of bed backwards or the other fellow did. Let me tell you what can happen to a student in one day. My mother called me for school one morning, I locked at my bedroom clock and mind you it was only seven-thirty. Why should I get up so early to leave for stfhool when I only had a quarter of a mile to walk until eight-thirty. So I decided to stay in bed just for a short, snooze. Happy to think I had gotten those few extra minutes of sleep, I jumped from my bed only to be greeted with, Hurry Jack, I want you to stop at the store with an order. You will be late to school. Well, it was just 8:30 by my wrist watch when I arrived,but my time did not correspond with the office clock. It was 8:32. Perhaps by being quiet I could skip past the office unseen. I tried. Just as I rounded the comer a voice said, You know you are late. Stay in this evening an hour and help Pap Hoffman. I was burned up, but the more you say to the head of the school the worse matters become. I kept quiet. It seems to me that things such as this so early in the morning are what upsets a fellow and it takes him the full day to re- cuperate. Everything - oes wrong. English class and a zero made. P. 0. D., a lecturo on how to come into the room and how to behove after you get there. Math class, and in a few minutes a trip to the office for talking to much. Then Law, I could swear the book is always wrong, for the decision is nothing like I had it figured out. The seven hundred-twenty days will soon be ovor. I've just had an opportunity to sit down and think about myself. Have I used my time wisely enough to go out, get a good job, and hold it? Perhaps one of the teachers would tell me that I have placed to much of the blame on someone else and not taken enough respons- ibility on myself. This is my advi«o to the underclassmen; use your time, be obedient, and study, because school isn't such a bad place after all. Signed Jack

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Nane: Robert Whitfield Nickname: Pete Greatest Ambition: To make the grade. Pride of Possession: Drawing ability. Favorite Expression: ''You’re funny. Birthday: July 18. Favorite Pastime: Coming to class late. Name: Bessie Worthing N icknarae: Bessie Greatest Ambition: To marry Willard. Pride of Possession: Her diamond ring.. Favorite Expi'essioi : Dad gonnit. Birthday: August 21. Favorite Pastime: Writing to Willard. Name: Agnes Yoho Nickname: Aggie Greatest Ambition: To got ny Roosevelt Senior pin back. Pride of Possession: My brother. Favorite Expression: Ah Fudge Birthday: October 1. Favorite Pastime: Going out. SENIOR CIASS OF 1943 Three short years ago we sot out upon a new adventure. As Seniors, about to reach the final peak of our journey, GRADUATION, wo look back ’ ' with pride on ell tho successful ovents which took placo during that time. It is tine for us to give up our place in the Saxton-Liberty High School for greater responsibilities, and yet whet was assigned to us while here were great if we mastered what was planned for us. Let us look bock to the time when a combination of eighth grade classes from different districts became a Freshman Group and the grad- uating class of 1943. New faces appeared. Many of the upper classmen wandering if we were from Saxton, Dudley, Chorrytown, Liberty, Hopewell, Carbon or Lincoln district schools. VJe progressed rapidly and soon became outstanding members of various organizations and activities. During the next two years we become more of a social group. Some of the seventy-five members left our group, but still those who remained ' kept in good spirits or.d did much penning to make money for our last year. Bake sales, football candy soles, gay parties, Hay Day, and our Junior Prom will linger in our minds as most successful happenings. The fourth year opened with a bang. New subjects, new people to meet, hard tasks to perform and teachers to please. Yet we were willing to take the none Senior and make it outstanding for the classes which follow in our steps. With one thought in mind we say farewell. School now, what next? Agnes Yoho Joe Edwards

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MEMORY'S FORTUITE 1942CLASS PCEM 1943 Four years have swiftly sped More like four dreams of life: nowhere, now lost With memories scattered in their stead. Rare jewels, they are, of priceless cost. Our teams defeating foes, we’ve seen, Peep flashes of maroon and white From diamonds set in emerald green, For those brave lads who won the fight. The purple amethyst's flame Glows with its regal hue, In honor of the officers, All classmates tried and true. Music is the tongue of poets. And so a pearl of memory Lies covered by time’s dust, but Let's A song of days that used to be. From those who patiently led In our trails of learning, » A turquoise, which is said Has fiathfulness in it burning. The moonstone's varied hues reflect Our students’ moods, which like that stone, Are varied in their moods and flecked Both light and dark in taste and tone. To those who go to fight the foe, We crown with garnet red, The jewgl for courgae that we know With them will march ahead. These jewels I place with loving care In the safe that is my memory, And no intruder may ever dare, To take my jewels away from me. Louise Brumbaugh OUR MOTTO: Today we follow--------------Tomorrow' we lead OUR SCHOOL COLORS: Maroon and White