Cecil Township High School - Codicil Yearbook (McDonald, PA)

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HONOR ROLL Charles Smith Walter Cain Clyde Boak Walter Boyer Quintin McClay Lee White John Wagner Frank Pireaux William McEwen David Mullin Merle Morrison Archibald Scott Frank McConnell Earl McClure Willard Conner Dwight Conner Paul Patterson Elmer Lutz Wilmer Herron Arthur Franz John Mullin Alexander Columbus James Fife William Simpson Thomas McConnell Wallace Kelso

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Now 'that the boys are dead and gone We'1l give the girls a hitg And if they shed a single tear We'll put them in a pit. So we'll take them by their sizeg Of course Margaret is first, But we can not tell all we know Or for our blood she'd thirst. She is a very nice big girl Her face I like to see, Some day in Venice she will liveg A black Smith she will be, I-think the next we have in line Is Scott Knot Specks of courseb But Velma, who our rooms does sweep So clean without remorse. Like Mother Goose Rhymes she will be A sweeper of the moong She'll sail up high to sweep cob-webs A riding on a broom. Since the Freshmen are so young A Shephard dog they got, It runs so fast among us all That it cannot be caught. THE FRESHMEN We're going to ship it clear out West To herd the cows and sheepg It'll run about and eat old bones And never even sleep. We have in our C. T. H. S. A place for naughty peopleg I think you'll find Alphonsine there, High up upon a steeple, She always was so bad in school. But doubtless she will see Her great mistake and finally A good school teacher be. Last but not least comes baby Grace, Who brings to school each day A bottle full of milk because All babies like to play. For years she's been a baby And long we know she'll stay, Long after she's a Junior With baby dolls she'll play. Each Freshie we have told you of Just what we think thcy'll beg But whether we are right in this You'll have to wait and see.

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As we all work in harmony From early morn 'till night, We slowly lift our weary eyes To behold our banner bright. A sacred field of snowy white Kissed by stars of blue, Enclosed within a crimson frame, Tells of our boys true. Each star is a boy faithful and brave That once in the days gone by Cheerily wended his daily way To Cecil Township High. We gaze with pride at each tiny star, But a story We know is told When the twenty-sixth we see from afar As a tiny speck of gold. OUR BIT This tells the same sad story Of a young life willingly given, Of another name added to death's roll And another name listed in heaven. Twenty-six stars for as many boys Who fought for the Red, 'White and Blue. In camp on sea and foreign soil They proved themselves loyal and true. We never shall forget them Tho years shall pass awayg Our banner still reminds us Of our boys both bright and gay. Arid as the years roll swiftly by. And each from the past ll hero picks, Cecil Township High will proudly say We sent to the ranks, our twenty-six. 7 S. M. G. C. 10.