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

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MARY AGNES MITCHELL True as the needle to the pole, .Or sun dial to the sun. MARGARET EDNA' MOORE Those dark eyes, So dark, and so deep. HARRY A. MORRISON There is always safety in valor. EMMA CAROLINE MULLER She hath a natural wisdom, a simple truth! fulness, and these have lent her dig- nity. h JAMES M. MURRAY, JR. He knows what he's about, He doesn't lose his level head However people shout. GEORGE EDWARD NEVVELL In all thy humors, whether grave or mellow Thou'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow Hast so much wit and mirth and spleen about thee, ' That there's no living with thee, or without thee. I JOHN HENRY NEVVMANP - He said ' Little, but to the purpose, and his manner Flung hovering graces o'er him like a ban- ner. HOXVARD GEORGE NVOMSLEY Earth, air, sea, sky, the elements, fire, Art, History, song-what meanings lie in each Found in his cunning hand a striugless lyre And poured their mingling music through his speech. 27

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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

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M ILDRED VVILHELMINA OESTERLING Her voice is ever soft and low, an excellent thing in woman. ELEANOR FREDERICKA OPAXVSKI To see her is to love her, And love but her forever, For nature made her what she is. And never made another. HELEN VAUGHAN ONVENS Affectious are as thoughtsvto her, , , The measure of her hoursg Her feelings have the frngrancy, The freshness of young flowers. MARTHA E. PACKER She is not made to be the admiration of all, But the happiness of one. MABEI. VIRGINIA PAGE She walks, the lady of my delight, A shepherdess of sheep. Her flocks are thoughtsg she keeps them white, And guards them from the steep. SAMUEL NORMAN PARK Steel true and blade straight. CLAIR C. PARKS Child of the cloud! remotevfrom every taint Of sordid industry thy lot is cast. TOM C. PATTERSON The nobleness that lies in other men- sleeping but never dead- . VVill rise in majesty to meet thine own.