Brookville High School - Echo Yearbook (Brookville, PA)

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Class Poem Our class began away back, when As freshman students smart. We set right in to conquering All subjects from the start. We waded through Geometry, And nearly killed the teachers. And then we studied Science And learned about the bleachers. Several students took up French. And tried to “parlez” too— But the only phrase they learned to say Was Comment allez-vousr' Then we tackled History, And tried to learn that game. But when we finished Ancient Twas all about the same. Some of us took up Latin And tried to learn those verbs. But then to some it all appeared A jumble of queer words. We spent some time on English, And tried to write some prose. But just the same we all got stuck— So that’s as far as it goes. We all have studied Physics And worked on our Chemistry more, But the only formula we ever learned Was H2S04. We tried our skill at typing, And made the typewriters click. The noise we made while pounding, Was enough to make you sick. Some of us thought we were musical And got ourselves in the band. We got some new red uniforms. And Boy! Did we think we were grand. They gave us a book on P. O. D. To us this course was a snap. So we fiddled, and fooled, and played all day. And now we’re taking the rap. We launched off on Biology, And studied the life of a germ. We played with bugs, worms and fish, And made the meek girls squirm. We've wasted time and talents, We know we’ve committed a crime. We don’t know how the teachers feel— But we’ve had a marvelous time. Now leaving all jokes aside, We really did all try To leave a record of us That no other class can tie. Our grade school days are over. Our High School years come to an end— But none of us will ever forget The help and care extended. But now we’re going to leave it. Our dear old B. H. S. To travel out into the world Where we hope to find success.