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

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THE Listen old pal, have you heard the great news? I got them just hot from the wire, You'll hardly believe it, but it's true all the same, Or our batty, old sergeant's a liar. Just pass the cigars and we'll talk for a bit, I know you are anxious to know . We're going to leave France to-morrow at noon And back to the Up S. we will go. These months here in France I would not have missed I'm proud to have fought for this causeg I'm glad that I had a lick at the Hun, The Hun who disregarded all laws. But now that it's over and victory is ours America sounds good to my earsg So pack up your grip and get ready to start, Don't stop to shed any tears. In my mind I can see the old homestead, As though I'd been gone but a dayg With father and mother and kid brother too, To welcome me back there to stay. Dad will be loud in his welcome to me, And will call me his brave soldier song Perhaps he'll admit I'd do :credit to him Since I quit reckless ways and shouldered a gun. I can see mother's face as she'll kiss me And whisper, Jimmie, my boy. She won't say as much as the others, perhaps, For hers is a quieter joy. WELCOME 46. I WANT My kid brother will think I'm a hero And wish he had a wound in his arm And tell how Dad said he was aiding By helping him work on the farm. There's another 'who'll bid me a welcome With blushes and smiles so rare. She's the girl I left behind me, And she can't be beat I declare. Oh joy! I can imagine the welcome From those who to me are so dear But listen, old top, that isn't enough There's something lacking I fear. Their greetings -and smiles are all very well, But just store this in your knob. It won't be an ideal home-coming If I don't get back my old job. I'm sure of the Welcome at home, sir, That's just as .sure as the fates, But when it comes to the office Will they welcome me back to my mates? Picture our boys with wide open arms, Bidding us take our old place That is the welcome I'm after, the day I set out once more in the race. He'll stand and call them each one by name, Come, Tom, and Pete, and Jack, and Bob. Herve a good raise for each of you boys. And here is your same old job. M. C. T. Y

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INFLUENZA EPIDEMIC Some people used to go and see Folk who were sick, and make them tea Of boneset and camomile, And fuss about the bed and smile, And never leave 'till some one came That they were sure would do the same. Unless some were met at the door And set up an emphatic roar About it being small-pox, or Some ailment to be watchful for Like Influenza, that's been 'round And many folk in bed were found. At first when the Flu. was heard of hereg People then didn't have much fear, But day by day the disease grew worse That made folk call for a Red Cross nurse, And doctors too, but they were scarce and worng Driving the Hiver and blowing the horn. The school was closed at C. T. H. S. And a few of the .students were unlucky, I guess And caught the Flu. and had to rest, And were much delighted to miss History test. So the time they had too. while away Wondering' how long at home they must stay. But one thing now must be said of one class That the Flu. didn't catch, not one small lass Of the digniiied Seniors, I speak of now, Who have been three years working the plow, But still there is time for them to rest By catching the Flu. to miss Cicero test. There was one, however we must not leave out, Who was thought not to take it, as she was sto And just before Christmas she felt very sick. And to her bed she was real glad to stick. But now Miss Kendall looks well as can be, Very happy and merry as usual you see. So again we are back for work and for play, Our time now is precious, we must not delay, As the boys will take care of winning the game .- That in the near future will lead them to fame, Here all together we will make things hum, To make up lost time, 'till our year's work is done. E I S '90 . . . .4 . ut

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C. T. H. S. ORCHESTRA Back row, left to right-Mr. Littell, Mr. Kerr, Leon Clayton. Front rowg left to right-Theodore Littell, David Thompson, William Thompson, Loyal Brown, Jules Bcaumaria,f:o, Edna Shephard, Mary Wallace, Francis Woods, Naomi Schnuth, Martha Thompson. 47.