Clymer High School - Clymax Yearbook (Clymer, PA)

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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?

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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-l----CLYMAX - P There's Nobody Here But Me and You! The narrow village street was flanked on both sides by crooked rows of two-story buildings, except fora large three-story frame structure that stood on the corner at Baldwin and Endicott Streets. Overhead, stars feebly scin- tillated through rifts in dark clouds which scurried hurriedly across the sky. impelled by a brisk, chill wind. Sidney Routh, overcoat collar pulled well up beneath his fedora hat, slouched along the slippery sidewalk toward the three-story building. An electric sign above the doorway proclaimed it to be a hotel. As Routh walked into the doorway, a drizzle of rain and sleet began to fall. He smiled in anticipation of a hot bath, and a warm bed afterwards. I'll take the best room in the house, he told the clerk standing behind a Himsy counter. Ry the cut of Routh's clothes and his well-groomed appearance, the clerk could tell that he was a man of means. l'm sorry, sir, but all the rooms are occupied-except one, the clerk stated nervously. 'Tm willing to pay handsomely for a good room with a bath. Give me the room you've got, Routh demanded impatiently. I can't very well force anyone to vacate, and I wouldn't advise you to take this roomkit's supposed to be haunted! However, it does have a bath. VVell, I'll take it anyway. There never was and never will be any such thing as a haunted house. Routh's smile of anticipation, which had vanished, again appeared. Some of Routh's assurance of a good night's sleep left him when he entered the room assigned to him. Situated on the windward side of the hotel, it could not be kept warm. Outside, the wind set up a successive series of roars and moans as it blew past. XVith each blast, a tree grated raucously against the wall. The gloom was accentuated by the square of dim light from the single window. When he turned on the light, Routh's assurance fell several more de- grees. The walls were covered with old fashioned wall paper from which large dark Flowers seemed actually to protrude their ornate heads. They were bare of pictures except for a miserable war scene which looked suspiciously like some that appear occasionally in the rotogravure section of a Sunday paper. A dresser, a chair, and a bed were the only pieces of furni- ture. The dresser and chair might have been bought in any second-hand fur- niture store. The bed was the least inviting of anything in the room. It was an exact duplicate of a hospital cot except that it was painted a shabby black. Testing the mattress, Routh discovered that it was harder than it had first appeared, Although trying to make the best of a bad bargain, he became even more discouraged. However, he turned out the light and went to bed. The wind 71