Cambria High School - Oracle Yearbook (Ebensburg, PA)

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FACULTY INFCRMATICN Dorothy E. Davis A. B. Wells College Algebra I History I Rapid Calculation and Spell Freshrnon Class Sponsor ing Bernice lones Alvin T. Buck A. B. Wilson College St. Francis College English I General Science English H Biology Faculty Adviser 'lspjritu GviI'lS' Basket COCICII Morion Thonios A. B. Geneva College B. History I English II English Ill Cooch--Senior Class Play Claude Larimer Slvippenslnurg State Teaclve Sophomore History Boys' Athletic Coach Physical Education Mary Ann Hobough S. l-lealtlv Education -- Slippery Roclc State Teaclvers' College History I History Il Physical Education Amelia M. Cooch rs' College B. State l-eacliersj College, Kutztown, pa. Librarian Gordon Williams Mansiqelol College Music Twe

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CLESS PCDEM On a hill in the bright and windy weather ls o glorious ploce to be, With your back braced close to the sun-warmed bark Ot a rugged and friendly tree, For a hill is high you can look oway To the fields ond the distant sea Find the world is strong ond clean ond good As it was meont to be. Below you spread out like a tapestry Are orchards, meadows, and streams. The outline of cities against the sky ls a picture strong ond keen, Flnd guiet towns dreom 'neath ancient trees With a lovely languid grace. The sign ot Gods hand is upon this world, You can mark its very trace. And a pattern of winding roadways run From the distance into your lite. You think, os you stand there so gloriously goy, That your path must be tree from all strife, Your way must be joyful and crowned with success, Like the tree, where you rest, by its right l-los reached upward and onward And perhaps hos touched God and His might. So whenever you stand on a wind-swept hill The roads are a trumpet call, .Q colorful challenge to gallant deeds And to heights that hold you enthralled. But the roads must recall all the sorrows of lite And the struggle to enter Fame's hall, For you must remember that life's not a dream, That there's fighting enough tor us all. We stand today on that hill called Youth And the future before us lies, Plnd we fling our message abroad to the winds Thot little we tear what life hides. For we feel that we're strong and voliant in heart And can battle the storms and the sighs, And all that we ask is that God may direct And we may see well where l-le guides! N6Oml