Cambria High School - Oracle Yearbook (Ebensburg, PA)

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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

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Please find and identity . . . H stern professor who has an adored and chorming little girl . . . We said little girl . . . The ladyftaculty member display- ing the latest ot Paris creotions . . . an egg-basket hat . . . Four teachers . . . or more . . . who comploin of gaining weight . . . and just can't leave chocolate marshmallow pe- can sundaes dlone . . . thot little boy grin . . . thot mdkes feminine hearts go flutter, flutter . . . o grim member of the foculty . . . trying to smile . . . and one trying to look melancholy . . . The sun's in my eyes . . . Fllittle doll . . . Bock to noture' '... and Cl second Diano . . . Thats all . , . Thirtecn

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CLASSES With steps uncertain we approached thy door,--- Now we deport, and we see clear the wcxy. Alice Marie Dorf