Abington High School - Oracle Yearbook (Abington, PA)

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V nz: T ™ TT9 i y By the Roacl of Susquehanna By tlie side of Susquehanna, By the cross roads of the Indians, Stands a school of higher learning, Ahington, a school of learning, Famous for its learned scholars, For its youthful, happy scholars, Who go forth the world to conquer. To these stately halls of learning Come the young and pretty maidens, Come the swift and brave young warriors, Come the red man’s strong papooses, Come the youth of all the tribes. Here they sit in stately council, All the old traditions learning. All the words of wisdom learning, ’Till of learning they know all. Once into these halls of learning. To this temple of high learning, To this school of better learning, Came the pick of all the tribes. These young Indian men and maidens, Strong in spirit, mind, and body, Strong in deed and thought and action, Formed the tribe of Twenty Eight. Through two winters full of famine, Full of loss among their numbers. Full of struggles to keep going, Battled on these dauntless youths. Then of added strength to give them, From among the tribe were chosen Five to whom the task of leading, Leading all the youths, was given. Eugene Simmers, the star athlete, Him they made their chief of councils, Chief of all their many councils. Quick in action, firm in spirit. Was the helper of Eugene, W as the sunny Alfred Funke. From the clan of the Dinwoodie Was the winsome Thelma chosen. Chosen as the great recorder, As the scribe of all their deeds. True in deed and word and spirit, True in all must he the treasurer, So out from among the scholars Stepped the faithful Walter Young. Many deeds of skill and cunning Did this tribe of Twenty Eight. So, to represent their athletes, A brave of mighty strength was chosen, Jimmie Herron, the one of skill. In the dreadful hunts of midyears. In the famines of the finals, In the floods of report periods. Fell some warriors by the way. But the tribe kept ever onward, With its scholars and musicians. With its athletes and its chieftains. Through the last year on the trail. That last year, again were chosen From among the many students, Eugene, Alfred, Walter, Thelma, And the warrior Jimmy Herron. Many moons were in that winter, Many moons of work and labor, Many moons filled with successes For the tribe of Twenty Eight. Orators among their number Argued words of truth and wisdom, Argued words of strength and vision, Till at last through all the nations Spread the fame of their debating. Everywhere they went to argue, They were met with looks of reverence, For their words of mighty wisdom, Every time, were judged the best. (Turn to page 53) +1 Id fr-

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Class of 1928 Class Officers Eugene Simmers . Alfred Funke Thelma Dixwoodie Walter Young . . . .... President Vice President . Secret (try Treasurer Class itlotto Without halting, without rest. Lifting better up to best! Did we win it— Are we in it— Twenty-eight—twenty-eight! We can knock ’em— We can sock ’em— Twenty-eight—twenty-eight! Seniors, Seniors ! Kali! Rah! Rah! Class Colors Lavender and Gold Class Jf lotuer Yellow Rose Class Dell

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 rctclr Eternal Hills Our days have been as a lovely rose. With petals hissed by dew, For each flower unfolding richer grows. Ah, the beauty lingers, the sadness goes. And the earth is glad and new. Xow each old loved scene will fade away. As the sunset leaves the sky— But the memory dream, will always stay. When we whisper low Goodbye.” Dear childhood days that will never fade— The days of work and fun— We climb without halting, climb without rest. Lifting better always up to best, And then when day is done. We follow eternal hills of blue. We leave each dear beloved face. Our gold and lavender leads us true. And, Alma Mater, ever for you Our hearts 7cill guard a place. Stars are gleaming in evening sky. Deep purple shadows fall Above the silver lake; on high. Low call of the loan and breeze's sigh. And dark trees, straight and tall! A light breath of perfume fills the air. Sweet incense from the moon. And all things are love and joy so fair; Our hearts are filled with a fervent prayer. This lovely night in June. Alice Hooke, ’28. - 14 )8—