Abington High School - Oracle Yearbook (Abington, PA)

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If our own minds we must deceive, A tangled skein of falsehoods weave, We cannot hope to keep it from Appearing in our ev’ry deed. And thus, with mind and conscience numb. Comes ruin through fear or sordid greed. Then let us not lose those ideals Which we have ever cherished here. Let none of us through greed or fear, Develop our Achilles’ heels. By which our honesty receive Its mortal wound. Let us not heed The luring voices, never leave These ramparts, which, in time of need. Will keep us safe in each attack; Entrenched behind them, we may see Defeated wrong being driven back. And in surrender bend the knee. HAROLD C. ROBERTS. 14

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(Class |Jtirm We’ve spent four years at A. II. S., The time for us to leave is near. And so we’re turning to the stress Of duty, in which let us hear Forevermore the voice of Right, As we have always heard it call. “Let not ideals be lost from sight: O. never, never, let them fall.” Although we hear of many rules Which we should sacredly respect, If we use two of these as tools. And do not harm them by neglect. We can not falter, for this pair Of Truth and Honesty includes Each precept that will stand the wear Of years of test: and ne’er intrudes Upon a rightful enterprise. Let us remember, too. that when They do. we must relinquish then The struggle and the longed-for prize And if we’re really honest, we Must never fad to heed commands Of our own minds, for these must he The guides of all acts of our hands, Though they may contradict all laws Which others hold in reverence. These two can never fail, and hence We must seek them and not applause. For honesty is not complete If we self-truthfulness delete. 1.1

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Glla00 f5 mig HiBtm tn th? £ mtg Listen to the Song swelling o’er the earth, As now our voices raise, Dear old Abington to praise. Fling the colors fair, red and white so true, Alma Mater, thanks and praise we sing to you. Abington! Abington ! Honor thee. Honor to thy faculty. Our love remains with thee, As we now pass along, with boastful song, Never wrong. For we know with Abington comes ever victory. When thy teams appear and the battle’s on, Then we will raise our voices clear, Dear old Abington to cheer. As we leave thy doors for the world’s great strife. Be it peace or war we’ll love thee all through life. Chorus. Cho. ELSIE MITCHELL. Riff! Wrack! Orange and Black. Hip a zoo roo zoo Wha—who—wha Ko-ax, Ko-ax, Ko-teen. Nineteen, Nineteen, Nineteen. PERCIVAL RIEDER. 15