West Philadelphia High School - Record Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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The Seniors Massa Where old Broad Street Station rears its smoke-grimed walls. Winds a band of Seniors from West Philly's halls. While our anxious teachers count us oier again Little heed the Seniors, climbing on the train. lfnz SKA ff ' - g ffl.-f'.:!1 Journeyis end is nearing, don your coat and hat, Catch up Pals and cameras, dolls and things like that. Washington-weive reached it! Dreaming was not vain! See the merry Seniors scrambling off the train. -E1ZE.'.5E- 'F 2. 4' 7- F 'V' It iN H l x Now the landscape flashes past on either side, ' Viewed by lucky Seniors on their wonder- rideg While we eat our lunches, songs ring out amain- Hear the happy Seniors sm ing on the tram. Z 1

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The Baath of Elune, 1927 29 Later, ye pilgrim band journeyed to ye White House where we saw ye gold room, ye blue room, and all ye other famous chambers. We next returned to ye hotel and packed our bags and cases. This done, we enjoyed a very luscious lunch and spent ye remainder of ye time in Washington in resting or making merry. As we were leaving in ye coaches, many songs and cheers were heard. Among ye catches was that very familiar strain, Oh my, we hate to say good-bye, We had a wonderful, jolly, good time, And that's the reason why! Finally, after much excitement we boarded ye train bound for old Philly. Ye somnolent sound of soft snor- ing resounded in some parts of ye train on ye way home, but in other portions singing and cheering and laughter drowned ye songs of sleep. Presently a second love affair was rumored and anon ye blushing bride with flowing veil paraded through ye coaches with ye self-conscious groom mincing meekly beside her. They traversed ye full length of ye train and lo! ye flowing veil became ye bandages for ye groom and ye gentle- man's cane was transformed into ye maiden's weapon. Such are ye travails of life! Ye damsel Rose Sklar portrayed ye beauty Mistress Washington and applause rang out, echoing over ye fleeting landscape. Forsooth, ye Mason-Dixon line was again passed. And now, nearer and nearer, ye Pilgrims of ye Blue and Buff approached ye starting place, ye home of conventional education. Dreamy eyes, weary eyes, happy eyes peered through ye panes of transparency to view again ye Quaker towne. Ye realm of conventional education had been attained and, smiling blissfully we returned to assume once more ye suspended toils. Dazzling beams are glowing before us-but none-nay not one-shall outshine that blazing gleam of ye past-ye light which reflects ye glorious memories of our Dream City-Memories of Washington. MARY KERSHAW, RUTH PRICE.

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The Recnrh of Zlune, 1927 3l LQ :J f Own? il t lj y lf. 1 A , if-Zialjfbw Oh, what care and forethought went to make this trip, Brought us through in safety, without hitch or slip- All who helped us garner such a glorious ffain, Cheer them, grateful Seniors. ere we leave the train! an 9 ng xv! X- v '14. Q - e U' I5 r: 1 4. i ' uma. After days of pleasure, nights a joyous round, With our bags and boxes now we're home- ward bound, are Worn to fringes, weary each poor brain- The tired Seniors, sleeping on the train. Shoes Harkl E? C 1 4- .. Weep not, earnest Freshmen, Sophomores, don't mind, Juniors, pray be cheerfulg though now left behind, Some day you will follow in our footsteps plain, Some day youill be Seniors, riding on the train. MIRIAM ROSEMONT.