Allegheny High School - Wah Hoo Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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FRANK K. B RA UTIGAM Yet, where an equal poise of hope and fear Does arbitrate the event, my nature is That I incline to hope rather than fear. ALA N BENNETT B REWER Need was, need is, and need shall ever be For him and such as he. RUTH BROMAN Or light or dark or short or tall- She sets a springe to catch them all. HENRY N. BRONK A man of life upright, Whose guiltless heart is free From all dishonest deeds Or thoughts of vanity. CARL F, BUETZOVV Whate'er he did was done with so muc ease, In him alone 'twas natural to please. ELIZABETH BURNS Better than the minting Of a gold crowned king Is the safe-kept memory Of a lovely thing. JOHN F. BUSCH I am not on the roll of common men, MARY ELIZABETH CAHILL She doeth little kindnesses That most leave undone or despiseg For naught that sets one heart at ease Is low esteemed in her eyes. h '11

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ALICE V. BIELS KI God's rarest blessing is, after all, a good woman. CARL E. BIERMAN A , His was the true enthusiasm that burns long, The hidden force that makes a lifetime strong. M A URICE D. BIGELOVV I even think that sentimentally I am disposed 4 to harmony. But organically I am incapable of a tune. M A RY V. BISCHOFF Deeper than the gilded surface Hath thy wakeful vision seeng Farther than the narrow present Have thy journeyings been. STEPHEN A. BODNAR Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright, I BIe'er carried a heart stain away on 'its blade. JEAN MARIE BOGGS Of her bright face one glance will trace A picture on the braing And of her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain. MoRToN L-. EOYD Yet in earnest or in jest, Ever keeping truth abreast. HA RRY SEEL BRAUN I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul. 10

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F RA N K CA LLIHAN All tongues speak of him, and the bleared sights Are spectacled to see him ' LAWRENCE D. CARROLL It is not growing like u tree In bulk, doth make man better be. DOROTHEA RUTH CASHDOLLAR We love her for her smile, her looks, her way. EDVVA RD F. CLARK In every deed he had a heart to resolve, a head to contrive, and a hand to exe- cute. R THOMA S WV. CLA R K Genteel his personage, Conduct and equipuge, Noble by heritage, Generous and free LAVVRENCE OWEN CLARKE The wisest man could ask no more of fate Than to be simple, modest, manly, and true. DEBORAH M. COLL Blue are her eyes as the fairy flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day. HOVVARD CONRAD COLLMAN The steadfast mind that to the end Is fortune's victor still, Hath yet a fear, though Fate befriend, A hope, though all go ill.