Codorus High School - Glen Echo Yearbook (Glenville, PA)

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CLASS SEN TIMEN T Welre not at the top but climbing Our aim is as high as the sky, Life's ladder of success we are trodcli We'll reach our goal by and by. ng, Our Alma Mater is Codorus High, We'll praise her name to the blue sky, For in her halls of yesterday, Were made the citizens of today. We've had days of pain and sorrow For lifels preparation of tomorrow, We've had our good times, too While we were united as the O1-ang We're sure that the future holds in store More opportunity than we can implore, That is: if we choose the course Which our talents have laid before us. Some day while on Lifels highway, We'll turn aside from the busy way, Where the rushing crowds go by, And live in a land of Used-to-be. Then we'll paint such beautiful memories Of the days when we were young, Of things we said to each other then Back in the year of '31. We will weave golden dreams That will set our hearts aglow, Then hand in hand we'll seek again For the joys we used to know. And when all our labors are through, We will ask ourselves the question, What have we done toward creating Lives that are noble and true? If when the curtain of evening does drop We have caused much heartache to stop, And can say we have done our best, We will have contentment, peace, and rest. Treva A e and Blue. lbright, '31. Fourteen

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PARK F. TRUMP Freddie -'QTrump Secretary of F. F. A. 1413 Secretary of Class 111, 121, President of Literary So- ciety 131, 141, Track and Field 111, 121, 131, 1413 Baseball Team, Basketball Teamg Sergeant at Arms 1415 Member of Faraday Science Club 111, 121, 131, Freddie is the driver of that little old Ford truck that: For the pit has hauled the sawdust, For the walk the load of stone, And is ever standing ready At the call of some one's phone. All that tribute paid to the Ford, yet ic's really the driver that's doing things. If anyone craves a bit of humor, just spend a few minutes around Park. Trump,' is a good athlete. He's the one you saw throw the shot put and run the hundred, all in record time. In a play Harry is call enough to be a policeman but it seems that he can act much better if he takes the part of a lover. Although there's an attraction in the Junior class Trump's still a Senior in word and deed. The best of luck, Freddie . EX-MEMBERS ARBA B. FUHRMAN MARGARET MOSEBROOK BOSLEY JESSE V. WERTZ Thirteen

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Classmates, dear classmates of '31, We've come to the fork in the road. No longer will we he sheltered On the hill, in this our abode. We,ve storms to meet on the morrow, And battles and strifes as well, Whether they be on the hilltop, Or whether they be in the dell. But there is hidden along life's way Treasure for you and me. So letls gaze along in the distance To the days that are to be. But think first of the memories of Glen Think first of your classmates dear. Then set out with a steady foot, Ready to conquer all fear. We've had our good times together, We've had our sad hours, too, But that beckoning light is calling us, And we must pursue and do. Success may await us tomorrow, Or storms may uphold us tonight. They may rob us of all of our silver, And even get hold of our might. But memories will ever be with usg They can never grow ahased. We can still sit down at eve'n And think of the joys of those days. ville High, B. L. Bortner, '31 Our school days now are past and gone, And yet we fondly linger hereg For sweet each joy that we have known, 'Tis sad to part from comrades dear. The world before us brightly lies, Where success is surely won. With saddened hearts and dewy eyes, We are proudly marching on. Long will our hearts recall each joy That bound us in sweet friendship here, For time can never more destroy The light of the happy days clear, To other scenes and other cares Our lips must now their story tellg So a sweet farewell to all we bear, Teachers and Classmates, Farewell! M. Rinehart, '3 1 Fifteen