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

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ALEXANDER REED MCCURDY So glowing for the general good. EVA LOUISE MCGUIRE My tongue within my lips I reing XVho talks too much must talk in vain. JOHN T. MCMAHAN His still the keen analysis . Of men and moodsg electric wit, Free play of mirth, and tenderness To heal the slightest wound from it. LEO MACKIN Strange to the world, he wore a bashful look. ' ROBERT MALL The harder you're thrown, why the higher you bounce. DOROTHY FAY MANESS Nor deem ye that beneath the gentle smile And the calm temper of a chastened m'nd No warmth of passion kindles and no tide Of quick and earnest feeling courses on. ALBERT H. MARKS One who can hear the Decalogue read And feel no self reproach. LUCY BURNS MA RSTELLER Stately and tell she moves in the hall, The chief of a thousand for grace. 25

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WILLIAM G. LEUBIN The sun himself Has scarcely been more diligent than I. JEAN ESTHER LIEDMAN To fear no ill, to do no wrong, To all the world prove true, Th's is the golden rule of life, And so it is with you. DAID P. LINDUFF H6 forgot his own soul for others, Himfelf to his neighbor lending. EILLEEN ISABEL LINK Vklhat to take up she knows, and what to dropg How to say clever things, and when to stop. FRANK ALBERT LONG. JR. Frank faced, frank eyed, frank hearted. LILLIA N DOROTHY LOVVNDES Eyes that are fountains of thought and song. J. GLENN MCCA USLA ND Who is so well aware of how things should he done, That his own works displease him before the-y're begun. ELIZABETH ESTELLE MCCLURG I was not born for courts or great affairs, I pay my debts, believe, and say my pray- CFS.

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GRACE E. MATHEWS 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on. ESTHER GLADYS MAYS She was merry, VVitll laughter like a robin's singing. OLIVE MARGARET MEIGS O lovely eyes of azure, Clear as the waters of a brook that run Limpid and laughing in the SIIIIHUCI' sun. HARRIET LOUISE MENDE Thine is music such as yields Feelings of old brooks and fields, ' And around this pent-up room Sheds a woodland free perfume. VVILLIAM F. MERRY, JR. Though modest, on his unembarrasscrl brow Nature had written Gentleman ROBERT C. MEYER All hearts grew warmer in the presence Of one who, seeking not his own, Gave freely for the love of giving, Nor reaped for self the harvest sown. HARRY A NDR EIV MILLER His grave eyes steadily discerned The soul in men and what was wise. KATHERINE MILLER She is fair to see and sweet, Dainty from her head to feet, Modest, as her blushing shows, Happy, as her smiles disclose. 26