Arnold High School - Arlion Yearbook (Arnold, PA)

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The CAULDRON PAGE THREE

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we ttf ae The CAULDRON ni y mit mele i am = THE ORANGE AND BLUE Cheer for the orange and blue, Waving forever, Pride of old Arnold High May she droop never, We'll sing a song for the flag today, Cheer for the team at play On to the goal we'll fight our way For Arnold High. Rah! Rah !Rah! Say, say gang cheer for the orange and blue Waving forever Pride of old Arnold High May she droop never, We'll sing a song for the flag today, Cheer for the team at play On to the goal we'll fight our way For Arnold High, Pace TWO

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The CAULDRON SENIOR POEMS As we wander on through the paths of time, The fruit of life drops at our feet We may trod on it before we will find That it is there, then, alas—defeat! But the wise will see that it’s lying there; They'll pick it up in their two hands: And they'll know the use of this valued gift That dropped to them from other lands. Of the sixtyrsix in our Senior Class That graduates in “thirty-two”, All will have success sf we only grasp For the fruit of life at our feet, too. Naomi Lutz Freshman! Sophomore! Junior! Senior! We know not which was bess— Those were to us just four short years; We worked with little vest. Spring! Summer! Autiomn! Winter! Is how we class those years Greew spring; and lazy summer: Weary Autumn, bored us to tears. At last we've passed through Winter, The coldest, hardest term: And now we're out in the cold To get just what we earn! Naom: Lutz WwW SENIOR CLASS POEM Now we are through The upward struggle of “thirty-two.” Our motto, “Labor conquers all things Is the jurisdiction of many kings — Never again will we pass this way; Our plans ahead of us lay. Let us hope the memory of our school will linger forever And let its happinass to be dimmed—never! There ave others of the morrow Who will never know our joys and our sorrows They. too, shall pass this way And fervently bless graduation day. To-morrow for us shall find Concise and conceptive minds We shall loak into the past Cry and perhaps—laugh, But now we cannot tarry or we'll be late On—into the world for our rendezvous with fate. Ruth Seigart PaGe rour