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

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When our boys who canned the Kaiser, Or who stayed in camp or ship Come back home arrayed with honor, Let's bid them welcome from their trip. When Old Glory passes by you, Bare your head, salute your flag. You have to thank these boys That it's not a German rag. Cheer until your lungs are bursting, Rock the buildings, shout and sing. Show the boys they own the city And can have most every thing. WHY NOT? Fill them up with pies and good things, Give them freely of our means, Turkey, goose, and young spring chicken, Put the lid on army beans. They will smoke like traction engines 'Till it's like a London fog, Stuff them full of fun and pleasure 'Till they're tired as a dog. Cart them home on rubber tiresg Let 'them sleep at least a weekg liut a muffler on the door belly Throw alarm clocks in the creek. Then, when each and every fellow Once again is clean and sane, Pay him for the loss in wagesg Give him back his job again. A. M. P. '20. 28.

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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.

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Blow the whistles, ring the bells, Joy, O Joy, the wild din tells. Foes are silenced, guns are dumbg Ring the bells for peace has come. PEACE Blow the horns and shout for joy Gladness? Ah yes, without alloy. Pure and stainless gladness given By the listening God in Heaven. Happiest tidings these, them Angels told by Bethlehem, Save the gladness known to those Who first heard that Christ arose. Truce is signed-the war will cease: Soon will come the fuller peahe. God is listening from the skies For the praise that shall arise. That the boys-our loved, are saved Whex'e the foeman's flags had wavwl, That the lands oppressed are free For a holiel' life to he. Illow the whistles, ring the ln Joy, O Joy, the wild din tolls! Kz1iscl s lizinishcd, Christ :dom- Shall ln- King' upon the throm-. P 1 S 'U 29.