Abington High School - Oracle Yearbook (Abington, PA)

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There are four in our class who have answered the call Which comes from afar to us one and all. If in life it may be their mission To down the tyrant in his cruel ambition May they be blessed and their lives be spared. We here have a Duty to perform If we cannot fight, or face the storm Of shot and shell, we'll do our best To help our boys to stand the test Of hardships and of tribulation. If we answer the call To thine ownself be true” We are doing all that we're able to do. For when this is accomplished we have done Our duty to ourselves and everyone. For being true to one’s self is being true to all. We the class of '18 before to-night Flave tried not to lose the sight Of Duty, in our High School career. And we have tried from year to year To do our best to accomplish our task. We’ve many years of our life before us yet. While we're facing its trials, may we never forget, That our life here is just as we make it And we hope that thru life, in all its beauty. The Class of 18 will do its Duty. 20 William Mattson.

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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

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CLASS SONG 18 is met to-night, And looks back o'er four years. Four years of work, Four years of play. Of laughter and of tears, through all the vict'ries on our way. Through all the work of every day. 18 looks back, for we are gay, Jolly old '18. —Chorus— Jolly old T8 Rally round again To bid good-bye To Abington High, Jolly old '18. We’ve fought for A. H. S. And won some laurels too; We honor her And work for her As loyal students do. To-night we’re leaving Abington. Much wiser for the work we've done, Still we have had a lot of fun. Jolly old '18. Our colors, blue and gold. Shall ever be our guide; The truest blue And purest gold Shall conquer side by side. And “esse quam videri,” too, Shall ever help us to be true; And now we say “adieu, adieu,’’ Jolly old T8. Words and Music by Eloise A. Roberts 21