Beaver Falls High School - Tiger Yearbook (Beaver Falls, PA)

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THE 'ITGER Il kept t0 its promise and Wouldu't budge So after we'd eaten our ice cream and fudge Vie decided to walk, and walk We did, From Patterson Heights to the Brighton bridge. The other cars too had decided to stop And so we had another long walk. But then you see we had plenty of time Till Monday at one minute to nine. We ordered the invitations that you received And for Once in our lives we all agreed, 'Tivas a notable fact and worthy of mention Since this question is always cause for dissention. Then, since one good turn deserves another, The Juniors, acting like a friend and brother Put up a feed such as opened our eyes And made us stare in blank surprise. In rehearsing the play, it seemed so funny To hug the boys and call them honey, And to see each other in such strange disguise Made us feel less dignified and less wise. So now you have learned our history, Our past is to you no longer a mystery. Uur prophecy will tell what our future shall be Ycu'll know our past and future, our present you see. S0 yve're leaving you our school mates and our teachers dear, May your days be ever pleasant and your life be one of cheer. May you think ever fondly, of the class ot' i17, May you often think ol' us though we be seldom seen. For though We part to go our Ways. NVQ never shall forget these days. And often our thoughts to you shall be turned To the knowledge you imparted and the Wealth of good we've learned. But we bid you now farewell-we say it from the heart- For as friends we met and as friends We shall part. AGNES GIRVAN, '17. 9

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T-IE 'UGEI2 Phat year went by with its pains and its pleasures, And most of us came up to the sophomore measures, Tho' feigning indifference to this promotion, We took on new ails and acquired new notions. As sophomoies true, We knew it allg Compared with ours, the teachc-r's knowledge was small. Why had we not read a Shakespearian play, And couldn't we factor, by the way? This year was noted tor aliairs of the heart In which the students and some of the faculty took part, Mr. Crumb as we noted had three or four, And came out of them all, still looking for more. Our Junior year was a pleasant time, For wiiting stories and making rhyme, Lite was pleasant and we had plenty of tung We talked a lo: and studied-some. 'Twas then our class began to grow small, Some dropped back thru illness, and some for no reason at all. We lost our Presidentshe departed with glee To l unch his bark on the matrimonial sea. we banqueted the Seniors one memorable night And they came up to our expectations quite. There were toasts which were solemn and toasts which were gay And we voted them jolly as we came away. We looked forward then to our Senior year 'With pleasure, and just a little fear, For we heard that English was pretty deep And Virgil would lessen our hours of sleep. Mr. Carson then taught us why the earth is round .find the difference between a noise and a sound, He taught us about motors and electricity, A nd ihlt we didn't see what we did see. And then we studied and studied Burke I or a Senior must never attempt to shirk, We learned of direct proof and refutation, 'lill we all thought Dixmont would be our next station, So to break the monotony, after while We had a party, We remember it with a smile: 'Twas on Patterson Heights and when we reached the top The incline decided that there it would stop. S

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THE 'HGEI2 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 1917. J UNH DIVISION. As the Voyager turns with a love-longing gaze, To the hills that are fading behind, How swift come the thoughts of his earlier days. To people the chambers of mind. Fond memory gilds every summit of blue, With the flush of a sunset of gold, And the vislon still lingers, when lost to the view Old Oiean holds all in his fold. Standing here tonight at the close of the high school life of this class of 1917, let us for a moment turn back the sands in the hour glass of Old Father Time, and imagine that it is once more September, 1913, When We, as Freshmen, entered Beaver Falls High. The High School is alive with the excitement of reopening. Teachers with impressive looking volumes parade the halls. Schedules are scattered everywhere-to the disgust of the janitor. A rumbling sound, increasing in volume as the source draws near, is heard. 'Tis our class of '17, S5 strong, ascending the stairs for the first time. Most of us are nervous, although some, more valiant than the rest, assume an easy, carefree expression that does not deceive the ob- servant upper classmen for an instant. Finally, the gong rings. announcing the beginning of our troubles, and, after a short time, we pass timidly to classes. That is, we start. Some of us reach the as- signed destination, while the rest of us wander to other places too numerous to mention. To our puzzled gaze. the halls seem to be immense labyrinths, studded with endless doors, above which ap- pear misleading numbers. It proves embarrassing to say the least. to bolt into a room filled with upper Classmen, who laugh most un- feolingly as We make a hasty retreat. The next day. many of our boys appear with nice hair cuts, which, in most cases, produce startling effects. But by and by, we become more accustomed to our surroundings. and need only occasionally be reminded that this is not a stuily period, but a recitation period, and that we really should not be in the study hall at all. Upon this news, we grasp our books hastilv, making a most inglorious exit. E When the freshmen reception was given in our honor, we realiz- ed perhaps for the first time, that we, like the rest, occupied a place in high school and that we were indeed welcome. 10