Chestnut Hill Academy - Caerulean Yearbook (Chestnut Hill, PA)

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CHESTNUT HILL ACADEMY 4-9 Halrhirinrg The time has come for the Class of 1931 to say farewell. It is by no means a pleasant task, yet strange to say, through- out the past school year everyone of us has thought that this day would be the happiest one in all our preparatory years. Now we have just began to realize what it means to us to leave these old, familiar halls, filled with the memories and traditions of many classes long since graduated. To a few of us, the hours spent at Chestnut Hill have meant just a long, hard grind. To most of us, they have been memorable ones, packed with the joy of living. To all of us, they will at sometime stand for everything worthwhile in our carefree days of youth. To next year's senior class we leave the hope that they will uphold the traditions and high ideals which have always been the standard of this school. We feel that the Class of '31 holds a high rank among its predecessors in living up to that standard. To the other classes, we present a message of friendship, coupled with a wish for success in their com- ing years at Chestnut Hill. The future holds a promise for this class. Through the efforts of Mr. Fall and the Faculty, we have been ably trained for what lies before us either in college or business. We have striven to make this, the first year of Mr. Fall's ad- ministration as Head Master, an enjoyable and successful one for him. We hope that we shall justify his efforts in our behalf. This can be manifested only by our accomplishments in greater fields of endeavor. Certainly if foundation has any bearing on the future, very few of us can fail to suc- ceed! Having climbed this first rung in the ladder of life, fel- low classmates, we must strive for the second, knowing that whether it is reached or not depends more or less on our own efforts. There are many obstacles ahead which will have to be surmounted without the aid we have become accustomed to. It is by us, and only by us, that this foundation of knowl- edge with which we have been endowed can be developed. Let us sally forth, eager to play the game fairly and hon- estly, and when at last the goal is attained, may we be able to look back on a good race, well run. EDGAR S. EVERHART, JR.

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48 THE C AERULEAN Hello, Monty, someone cried, and, sure enough, there stood the great Haines. When asked about his vocation, he replied that he was playing professional ball. However, on further inquiry we learned that his father owned the team. Hi, John, fel1a,', said a voice, but no one paid any at- tention Qleast of all Johnl, for we realized that it was none other than Kid', Eastlake. He looked rather crestfallen, however, which we attributed to the fact that Earl wasn't there. Where's Datesman?'7 asked Eastlake. UNO one seems to have the least ideaf' responded Free- man. 'il know a girl who would like to know, toof' '4It's too bad, but he just would be 'a man of the world.' 7' Just then the sound of splintering wood and falling plas- ter attracted our attention to the other end of the room, and there we perceived Ed Reader trying to get through the doorway. Needless to say, Ed had built up quite a reputa- tion for himself with Barnum and Bailey. I hear Parachini is appearing in the revival of The Mikado, said Everhart. What does he sing for, John? Probably for his own amazementf, was the quick reply. g'Hey, Klink, tell us how you made your first million. 'gWell, ye see it was this way . . . He got no furtherg someone apparently had a piece of lead pipe. 6'Class of ,31, attention! We arose, and in marched our President, Jack Blanchard. He held up his hand in si- lence. c'Doug, he said, 1et's get this wedding over with. I've got to get back to Dartmouth. GEORGE R. BRIGHT

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THE CAERULEAN ling lbratinn We are here gathered, fellow classmates of the Class of '31, to perform our last rite before leaving the portals of this, our Alma Mater. This sprig of ivy has been planted to commemorate us in the years to come, when life, that stern taskmaster, will have separated and scattered us at great distance. Just as this ivy is weak and will cling tenaciously to this wall, so have we in our unmatured state held fast to the ideals of Chestnut Hill Academy. I hope it is not too imaginative a vision to say that as the young tendrils of this plant hunt for a place to grow, so we must seek the right course for our future life, know- ing that it is from the culture of Chestnut Hill Academy, that we are prepared to make our way alone, each of us will try conscientiously to play the part allotted to him on this vast stage. Our task is done. And now, we leave the undertaking in your hands, you of the Class of ,32, fervently hoping that you will reap all the advantages the Academy has to offerg knowing that next year you, too, will have joyfully attained the first milestone of your lives, as we have this year. - JosEPH A. PARACHINI