Clymer High School - Clymax Yearbook (Clymer, PA)

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4 CLYMAX P They won not only the championship of Indiana County, but that of eight :ounties in this district as well. Then, because he had refused to cooperate with his classmates, during the latter part of the year, Dissatisfaction had been cast out from their midst. He saw himself ostracized. But he hadn't cared. He had only smiled cynically at their untiring efforts. Now, he was sorry. He would gladly spend all of his remaining days fitting himself to be a worthy member of such a class. What was that strange flicker he saw? Where was that strange hollow Voice coming from? His fingers tightenedg his breath came in short gasps. The voice was speaking to him! Dissatisfaction, listen to the words of the great Oracle of Truth. Only one course remains open to you, if you would truly repent for your past deeds. If you would reenter the class of 1934, you must change your character beyond recognition. You must replace your frown with a happy smiley you must sub- stitute willingness for selfishness and impatience. Have courage. Don't give up. Only by so doing .... That was enough! He could do it! He would do it! Thus it happened that in the late spring a new student joined the class. He called himself Co- operation. His spirit of friendliness and helpfulness has permeated the whole atmosphere. Now, it is our task to follow his example. What a goal we have before us, Sophomores! BETTY MARLIN, '34. 36

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.4- C LYMAXl--1-P The Fate of Dissatisfaction Dissatisfaction, dressed in robes of scarlet, was sitting before his mystery table with his large green eyes fixed intently upon the globe set before him. His body seemed electrified by the roar of thunder and lightning crashing through the heavens above his small abode, which, since the beginning of time, had been securely tucked away from the penetrating eyes of the world. Finally, a bright ray of light Hickered across the top of the crystal glass. Nervously, Dissatisfaction grasped the sphere. Had he not waited long end- less hours for this one moment? With a feverish longing he sought to see into the future, to learn whether he might yet bring good to the world he had so long neglected. Alas! Could it be possible that his good friend, the globe, had failed him? Now it seemed to be turning, it was moving rapidly backward. With fleeting wings Time was taking him back to his school days-days when he had failed his classmates. Memories which he had considered discarded forever-con- cealed deeply wthin the folds of his bright colored cloak-came tumbling to the surface of his mind. Once again he was back in Clymer High School. The moments were nerve-wracking. His mind seemed fluttering and the uncertain edge of oblivion-nothingness. He sank back exhausted. Then re- covering from his state of coma, his long slender lingers grasped the globe once more. Tenderly, he moved them across the surface, rubbing it gently, while he gazed spellbound into the past. He saw himself as others had seen him that first day of his Freshman year in Clymer High School. During the first month, he had encouraged his classmates and had stim- ulated interest in their lessons, he had aided in electing class officers, and in settling the problem of a class banner. Towards December, musical concerts, basket ball, and plays had followed each other in rapid succession. These act- ivities had been acclaimed huge successes-but had he enjoyed them? No. He had held himself aloof with scornful eyes, not appreciating this enthusiastic school cooperation. So had ended the Freshman year. After a summer of fun and frolic, the students hurried back to school, eager to see their classmates and teachers. Again Dissatisfaction had stepped to the front, leading the class in the election of officers. With the exception of the moving of the class banner to Room Six, life had moved on in its usual even tenor. New studies were begun, new faculty members were there to help. Life to the Sophomores seemed a grand adventure. Mid-year exams faded into the background and all interest was centered on basket-ball. Under the direction of Mr. Gramley, the team played with such remarkable skill that no games were lost. Victory after victory was theirs. 35

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- . 'CLYMAX The Sophomores Have you ever seen a Sophomore Be anything but fair? Have you ever seen a Sophomore Who would angrily declare? I can't do this! It's not right! Teachers ean't expect me to be so bright Y Nor do you see a Sophomore Who likes to boast and tease, Or make his fellow classmen feel distressed and ill at ease? A Sophomore is kind and good, He never stoops to base falsehood. Fairness, loyalty, and kind thoughts galore, You'll find in the class of thirty four. BUNNY STRONG, '34. 37