Tamaqua High School - Sphinx Yearbook (Tamaqua, PA)

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AS A POET SEES THEM She's always eating candy, And she's always chewing gum: She writes a lot to Beclcer, And Helen Breiner is her chum. Who are the lads who travel 'round, Lilce western pards of old: Who made about a million huclcs, Selling name cards trimmed in gold? She comes from Tuscarora, Kenny Hartwig thinlcs shels neat: She worlcs here in the 5 and 10, To the customers she's a treat. This lad is quite an athlete, An Otto is his dream: By that l don't mean a motor car, As the name ahove would seem. This gal's just lilce a feather, And the boys just thinlc that's neat: 'Cause on a windy day they hug her, So she's not lolown off her feet. This boy is quite an actor, ln the class play he was swell: He tallced just lilce a Russian, And the crowd all laughed lilce heck. Her hair is blonde, her eyes are blue, She's tiny, lilce the bees: When she wallcs hy, the boys all cry, upercyl Get off your lcneeslu Who are the boys in Trig class, That are always doing wrong: But switch the hlame to someone else? nBassler did it, is their song. Her father is a tailor. And she's always neat and trim: She is too small to press her clothes, So she must rely on him. Answers in Ad Section This guy to all is lots of lun, He's great as all can see: His deslc is always full of junlc, And his gal's initials are C. D. These gals go around together, One's short, the other tall: They're going to he electricians, That's their greatest wish ol all. This lad's the tallest in the class, And he sure has lots of weight: l'd hate to give out ration stamps, To pay for what he ate. This lad is quite a student, He's a model builder too: He has lots of his own ideas, And he'll argue them with you. A true wolf this boy really is. Hsammyn is his cry: And as he struts in flashy clothes, The girls all heave a sigh. This girl comes up to high school, About half the time she should: In classes you'll find her sleeping, And the rest just wish they could. This lad is lcnown for howling, Of an amateur there's no trace: He has lots of practice, 'Cause his father owns the place. These gals come from a little town, I believe Dutch I-liIl's the name: Their greatest holohy is to sing, And rise to uAndrew Sister fame. This one's not to loe funny, lt's a triloute to the boys, Who are fighting for our country, Not sharing in our joys. DON BURRELL . Pa gc Ninety-six

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OUR CLASS Qur class has somewhat dwindled, Some are married, gone to worlc, And several hoys have gone to warg Their duty they didnyt shirlc. Together we have lots oi lun In classes, clulos, and plays, And the joys just lceep increasing As we travel through the days. Of those who are in the service And have gone with Fighting soul Are Elane, Becker, Forte, and Fettermang TllHt,S OHI' CIHSS, honor l'Oll. We still have lots of fun in school, But there,s something grievous there, ltys the memory of our fighting mates'-1 Their dusty, empty chairs. And when our high school days have And wevve put our hoolcs away, Vveyll talce the part ol grownrups Witll the world at work and play. some will join the others Who have gone away to fight, Some will worlc in war plants To increase our country's might. Others will he nurses And lend a helping handg Others will he liying Over water, swamps, and sand. Then, when the War is over And the peace is won, VVe'll do away with wartime life And live a peaceful one. lxlany will he lawyers, Dealing with the law: Gthers will he doctors, The best men ever saw. Others will have different johs It would talce a year to name: And everyone in his own trade, Striving to have fame. Under our nations Hag we'll live Vvhich is as stately as a tree: ended Nothing too great for our country,s salie- Thatys the Class of U45U. DON BURRELL Page Ninety-seven