Brookville High School - Echo Yearbook (Brookville, PA)

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 aya h'iyht ::: .I ,V. 7 AIHE CLASS HISTORY, ’24. Four years ago the Class of twenty-four was at the bottom of a steep hill. We were told that there were slippery places, and if we weren’t careful, we would fall. To verify this statement, we only had to look around us to see some of our old “stand-bys”. We were the cause of much fun, as are all Freshmen classes, but in the spring our army of eighty-three made its first advance and won. The Sophomore year was more interesting, and it was at this time that some of our boys made their first appearance on the Varsity team. Others joined the team later and helped make a good reputation for our school. The Junior year was a big event for all. Of course our aim was to give the Seniors the best banquet we could afford. We worked hard and kept our grades up at the same time. We hope the result brought as much enjoyment to the Seniors as it did to us. But there is always time for a good joke. Who does not remember the day in Chemistry Class that Laura Greene went to sleep ? When Mr. Gayley discovered it he said in a very loud voice: “Pinch her, some-one; some of you fellows pinch her and see if she is asleep.” About that time Laura came back to earth and after a semi-lecture about attention, the class continued. Now the time has come when we have reached the summit of the hill, not the summit of learning, for that can never be, but the summit of education, that good old B. H. S. offers us. We are pleased to have reached our goal, but sorry to leave our school, which has taught us all we know. We feel so unprepared to go out info the world and take our places; yet this brings to our minds those who left their opportunity while we labored up the hill. Are we sorry we stuck to it? That needs no answer, for we are proud to say that our class numbers sixty-six. May the class of Twenty-four meet with all success, and may we never forget what we owe to B. H. S., and the faculty who were so patient and kind to us. He Certainly Must Colored Waiter—(on dining car)—Is this young man your son? Mr. Leathers—Yes, that’s my son, Frank. Colored Waiter—He looks like you sah, pefect image of you sah. Mrs. Leathers—(after a while)—Isn’t that waiter a polite man. Mr. Leathers—He’s working for a tip. Frank Leathers—Well, he must have a pretty good idea who’s going to do the tipping.