Abington High School - Oracle Yearbook (Abington, PA)

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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

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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 PROPHECY PROLOGUE A wanderer, 1 journey on my way At eventime when all the country side Is glowing bright with many a rosy ray. The ton id sun who with his p.ercing darts Had reigned o’er heath and hill the whole day long, Now dips his fiery orb beneath yon hill Pursued by numberless clouds with gold-hemmed fringe. How glad was 1 when on the road beyond The waving forest with its unibrant shade Enfolds the scorching pathway in its arms. I pass between those phalanxed columns gray, And see above the restless leafy roof, While round me gleam the eyes of flowers bright. A calmness o’er me holds its quiet reign But longing fills my heart to hear again of those dear comrades who, since scattered had Composed the Class “18’’ of A. H. S. The forest bends apart on either side Like coast retreating from the angry sea, And now before me spreads a sylvan glen All shining, decked with evening’s pearly dew: So quiet is this peaceful Eden Spot No wind dare touch or vulgar hand destroy. A sparkling spring boiled o'er its grassy brim And sent its waters down the sloping green. Upon its bank I threw mv weary form And sipped the crystal liquid from my hands. I stared with thoughtful gaze upon the stream And saw with wonderment and pleasure mixed, Proceeding from beneath each shady leaf, A line of graceful figures brightly clad Tn silver shells and streaming wreaths of flowers. Nvmph and drvad joined in merry dance. When silenced bv the coming of their queen. Tin's fairv goddess wreathed with golden hair With nature grand uoheld her magic wand, A’id faring me she sang this chanting song Accomnanied bv her m-mph and drvad crew 22