Clymer High School - Clymax Yearbook (Clymer, PA)

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fl- - CLYMAX P of cold air. He grasped, like a drowning man, for some solid object to hold to, and one can readily understand his amazement when he found himself clinging to the baton of a very energetic blue-eyed, blond-haired young lady. A frown appeared upon her merry face when she stepped into the library and heard no laughter or idle chatter. Immediately she cried My children, don't you realize that so much concentration is silly? I think I shall remain here and try to enter- tain you with some interesting anecdotes I heard at the Music Conference. Before she could begin, however, a pleasant teacher burst into the room. exclaiming, Do look out the windows. A change of scenery will rest your eyes! Did you notice that yellow truck which just passed P Tired of gazing out of doors, the students presently left the library. In the hall they paused to listen to a Junior who was grumbling because the Commer- cial teacher no longer permitted typing lessons with too many errors to be recopied. . A look of puzzled wonder was written on the faces of every boy and girl, but they were determined that nothing should disturb their accustomed calm. Timmy could detect a faint ripple of surprise pass over the Senior room, how- ever, when a teasing teacher offered Bill Askey a stick of chewing gum. For a moment Bill withheld his hand. Then came a sudden inspiration-he looked at the calendar. Sure enough-it was April first! As the exclamations of delight diminished, Timmy drifted out through the front door, on his way to the land of more Impossibilities. ELINOR LARsoN, '32. 69

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4----CLYMAX.l-TP What Day Is It? Timmy, the little brown elf, drifted into a yellow brick building. Quiet- ness reigned in the halls. Curiously, he listened at the keyhole of the nearest door. An expression of wonder spread over his face, a blue-eyed Scotch lassie was informing her students that they would have no more history or literature tests during the remainder of the school term. Upon hearing the relieved sighs of the pupils Timmy thought, The poor young things must be overworked! His sympathetic reflections were broken short, however, by the insistent clamor of a bell, and merry peals of laughter rang through the halls as the student body poured into the assembly room. As he pressed close to the wall to avoid being trampled by the many pairs of hurrying feet, he could not resist a nod of approval when he heard a senior offer encouragement and advice to a passing freshman. Be as cocky and independent and noisy as you like. By so doing, you can be sure that everyone will admire you-even the faculty. And don't wait for us to enter the 1'oom first-go right on in. As he crept noiselessly through the door, and perched out of sight just over the heads of the faculty, he heard Mr. Davis informing the students that all who wished might stand in the back of the room, and that every pupil should feel free to take his song book to class with him. Recovering from the momentary embarrassment which he suffered upon finding himself incapable of repeating the flag salute in unison with the rest, his footsteps led him to follow, unconsciously, a bespectacled gentleman of whom jennie Morano was meekly inquiring, May I write a notice on your blackboard ? With unexcelled generosity the short man replied. Oh, yes, indeed. You may write all the signs on it you wish. Feel free to use it at any time. Here is my red chalk-it will show up best. As Mr. Clawson ceased speaking, a troop of boys hurried past the door, and the curious little elf followed them. They descended a short flight of steps and entered a room where a tall, dark-haired man was delivering an emphatic ora- tion. His voice rose excitedly as he cried, Now, whatever you do, get your minds off the next game, if you have to stay up all night to do it! Do anything you wish, and we'll be sure to carry off the honors. While he was yet speaking, the mutlled sound of tramping overhead pricked his elfish curiosity, and Timmy darted swiftly up the twisty stairs, just in time to slip into a classroom before the breathless john Strong closed the door with a decisive click. It was evidently an English class, for a slender browneyed lady was saying, Learn only one stanza of Pope's heroic couplets-preferably from the 'lissay on Man'. Timmy was so fascinated with the erudite discus- sions he heard there that he determined to stay for the next class, but just then the darkhaired man whom he had encountered before, entered the room and threw open all the windows. Timmy was carried into the hall by a sudden gust 68

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F 4 1ffcLvMAx:eeE P or Ne'er Shall We Return Let's spend our days in harmony, And master each appearing task. Let no one shirk, but duty face, And worthy make our clear old class, For ne'er shall we return. 'Tis early june. The sun is set On happy :lays gone hy. One task is clone, there's time for fun But wait, oh, wait and realize, No more shall we return. 'Tis time to part, the call is clear! On to our task with joy. Make each day the better clay, Ancl bear in mind, thatee Nevermore shall we return. joI1N Brlcoskv, 232. 63?