Abington High School - Oracle Yearbook (Abington, PA)

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period that. It was worse than going to your own funeral,—going to Tiig. class. When you attend your own funeral you know the undertaker chaperones part of you, while the test, according to the doctrines of theology, had the preference of going one direction or the other. But when you went to 1 rig. class, the doctrines of theologv could offer you no consolation; there was no help, something hoi was sure to be coming and it was awful hot when it came. Our classmates have seen us filing into that room, our hands limply at our sides, our eyes dilated with terror, the cold sweat of anguish upon our brow. And the indescribable expression of horrible anticipation writ upon our faces and they thanked their lucky stars that there was no Trigonometry in the Commercial course. With the various activities; social, school and athletic, we Seniors were about the busiest people on earth. Our all IS Suburban High School Champion Basketball Team, Mr. Osmond's farewell reception, Mr. Hecks congratulatory reception, the Senior reception and Mrs. Fleck's linen shower, show that a Senior's life is a busy one. The mid-yea-.s safely out of the road we began a musical comedy under supervision of Mr. Boyd. “The Fluky Duke” (and for a time it seemed as if it were to be really “flukey’) p.ovcd to be the best Senior entertainment ever produced in Aldington High School, both financially and otherwise. Xow receptions, plays, ball games, tennis matches, track meets and exams, are all things of the past and the Class of '18 in all its gory, is before you. But let me add. that in all the hurry and bustle of Senior life we have not forgotten our national patriotism. That flag speaks for itself. Four classmates in active service. They are: Lewis Aipel and Lawrence Doyle of the U. S. Marine Corps, Nevin Harwood and Charles Karffman of the Tank Corps. An honor roll worthy of such a class. Time does not permit the Historian to enter into a detailed account of our class or to sketch fully the history of so an illustrious a body of young people. A complete chronicle of four years passed within these walls would fill several volumes. But he is content, his ambition is fulfilled; if he has succeeded in handing down to posterity a record that will be an inspiration and incentive to future classes, that they may tread the straight and narrow p th of scholarly achievement and graduate with the same honors which have distinguished the Class of 1918. El-DRIDGE ( jROS hens. CLASS YELL. Rickety Rah! Rickety Rkx! Rickety X-X-X-X-X. Rickety Reen ! Rickety Res. Eighteen ! That’s Us. Rip, Rah, Rah, Rah. Rah. Keen. 18, 18, 18. 18. Mary Wilson.

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At this time a distinction was made in the courses, the majority preferring to foiiow the General. We soon became entbioiied in what seemed a nopeiess struggle to fathom the mysteries of Plane Geometry; while our classmates, the Commercials, were introduced to shorthand and book-keeping. During the basketball season of 1915-16 Fincke and Chesterman were holding regular and permanent places on the school team. That same season our class team captured the school championship, an honor that was never wrested from us. With the winter season and mid-years as history, the spring months passed quickly as all happy months do, and before we were aware of it, the term had closed, but not without a good frolicking picnic at Neshaminy Falls. Yet I can not pass over that year without mentioning the new members, .Margarete Curtis and Harriet Smith. The following summer passed none too quickly for us. Indeed, we were glad when September, 17, rolled around. It grieved us much to find some of the old faces missing, but joy o'ercame our grief when we discovered the new members to nil their places; namely, Charles Karffman of the Bankrupted” borough. Bill Mattson, the only human chantelion in captivity, of the same town; Xevin Harwood of the Smoky City” and “Pudds” Doyle the Oracle's illustrious Editor-in-Chief. Elections were held early in the term and as a result Claude Phipps became class president. That fall, football was added to Abington’s long list of sports. The team was composed chiefly of '18 men, captained by “Nigger” Fincke. The following winter saw the Boys’ and Girls’ Glee Clubs organized, two very interesting and helpful additions to our school life. But let us not forget our new work; French, Economics, Cicero, advanced Algebra and typewriting having become elective for the Juniors. The number of electives scattered the class somewhat; however, the same general fellowship and good felling was maintained in our class life. During the winter the leading social event was the Senior Reception. It was held in the gymnasium, and besides being a good social gathering it firmly cemented the good will between the classes. • In February our Debating Team convinced the Seniors. Audience and Judges, that the minimum strength of our armies shou'd immediately be raised to twice its present number and we thereby set the present administration’s army program. Mid-years, spring sports and finals, soon things of the past and our year was ended. Franklin Dilworth, Croften Uniac, Dorthy Welsh, joined our happy forces as we went “Over the Top” to attain that which we are at present celebrating. At an early date the class met and honored Frank Chesernten with the Presidency. selected the cornflower as the Class flower and made “F.sse Quant Videri” —“To Be. Rather Than To Seem” our motto While the commercials were delving in the intricate problems of law. others were passing through the crises of the day. Thev were having Trig. A terrible 17

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CLASS POEM DUTY Lite is like a transient dream, All things are real but soon they'll seem To disappear from us forever Life’s too short for us to never Think of Duty’s call to us. Are we fulfilling our duty to our fellow-man Are we doing all wre possibly can To help him in his troubled life. In trials, tribulations and in strife He needs us, are we answering bis call? Our country has heeded to the cries, And now is trying to calm the sighs Of millions, bound by cruel fate. We know that we are not too late To win the fight for worldly freedom. Our country needs us one and all Let us arise and answer the call Of those who are suffering under Autocracy. And save the world for true Democracy Is that not a sacred Duty? Our fathers shed their blood for us, They did not fear to join the chorus Of those who passed to realms above. They did it only for the love Of us and those who’re yet to live. r; 19