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

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Again Commencement came with May And our work we again laid down. We went into the summer months With never a sigh or frown. In August our Hivver stood ready, Its gang was ready too, 'Cept one grew tired on the way And we lost him so true. Our lads they built a model, A model of C. T. H. S. The birds, they lingered round Not bad-they did confess. Our lad and two bold lassies On the debating team did serve, For they were bold and eloquent And never once did swerve. Bride and Groom , our play so gay, Was a roaring, unfailing success. Plenty of fun for every one And tears for some, I guess. When again from class and study free We took a mite of rest, Again to return the following year And do our best-our best. We built our memorial walk- Our lads and lassies, too When after many days, This task at last was through. That's One on Bill was surely fine For each one his part could play, And the people-how they laughed, Was it good?-Well I should say. Alasl Alack, we lost a lassie, And how we felt like weeping, But no time was available, For we saw the dawn come peeping. Our worthy fiivver is left abandoned, No more may we therein climb. 'Tis sad indeed that we must part But our work is a task sublime. This poem is our History, However badly written, Yet may it still a memory be, When we in school were sittin , B. L Bortner 31 Seventeen

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY 'Twas a peppy little old fiivver For the road it had to travel, Never before a car of such lore Did ride o' er such bumpy gravel. '31 was its license number Its colors were orange and blue, Not at the top, but climbing Served as its motto true. Its occupants at first were eleven Not crowded this Hivver--a bit, In fact, when one fell out, We could no better sit. But bumps were sure to come And storms, indeed, arise, But just remember our Hivver Was one of pep and size. One sunny day its girlies five Scrubbed up the grimy gym, With soap and water, brush and broom They went at it with vim. Another day our winsome gang Asked the Seniors in to dine, With watering mouth and smiling face, They all admit 'Tis fine. Swiftly Commencement Day drew night And Freshmen no more were we, But with a cheerful nod and a pleasant smile We scattered all over the lea. The following year ye again returned To resume our play and work, Not Freshmen now but wily Sophs And our tasks we never shirk. When lo! to our flivver came Another winsome lad to take The place of the one we lost, And eleven again we had. And one of our lassies bold On the debating team did go, Wfith a steady heart and gallant tongue She bravely met the foe. 'Mong flowers, frogs, and worms galore We worked most zealously, We gathered all these specimens For the class in Biology. Sixteen

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SENIOR CLASS PROPI-IECY PLACE: Los Angeles. SCENE: Living room. TIME: 10 o'clock P. M. 1941. ESSIE f looking at manuscriptj: If the publishers don't accept this- Treva fentering roomj: Lil! Well I'm not here according to schedule but I did have the time of my life. Bessie Let's have it, Pat',. Treva My girls won the meet. Think of it! But it all depends on the coach. Bessie Good work, old pal! Keep it up. Treva: Well, did you finish the work that you said you were going to do while I was gone? Bessie Yes, my hrst novel-read it and weep. fLaughsl . Treva: Oh Lila, but I didn't tell it all. Whom do you think I saw? Bessie: No doubt Bill of the Desertn or Ben of the Soda Fountain . Treva Neither. Guess again. just think! I've met some of our old gang. When I came to Denver, Colorado, I craved the Qexcitement of a massage so I decided to drop in at the Marguerite Shoppe and there was Mah or Rita as we called her back at C. T. H. S. in '31. She still possessed that guinea giggle. With three attendants I still had to wait quite a while but I did receive the best service and a cheery smile from Rita',. Wasn't it worth a long wait because I had a little chat with her? Bessie: Say, she used to be quite popular with the opposite sex. Isn't married, is she? Treva: I should say not, but I did notice a sparkling solitaire on her left hand. Bessie: Notice anything else on this trip of yours. Treva: Oh yes. When I came to Kansas City, I saw a big sign above the window of an embroidery shop which read: MABEL V. STERNER Fancy Sewing and Embroidery She surely had a neat looking shop and she told me she was doing a fine business. But that sunny disposition could sell an evening gown to an Eskimo girl. Bessie: She surely had a wonderful disposition back in the old days. I knew she'd succeed. I suppose you know more about our class, so pop it. Treva: While I stopped at Omaha, I saw the handsomest sport roadster with an equally handsome man sitting behind the wheel-and of course a beautiful lady by his side-drive down the boulevard. It finally came to a stop and I went down to see, for I thought it looked like our old sheik at C. T. I-I. S. and it was, too. It was Russell, still sporting the ladies around. I had a chat with him, and he said he was chief chemist of the Anniline Dye factory and was improving the shades of dyes, thus improving the color of dresses for ladies. Sounds interesting, doesn't it? Bessie: Talking of chemistry reminds me of Wats. He was always interested in it, and I saw in the paper the other day that he is testing feeds in some large factory, and while work- ing in his laboratory, he found a constituent in feed that is essential to a chicken's diet. I-Ie put it in the feed and it's doing wonders. There was quite some write-up about it in the paper. Did you meet any more of our famous crew? Eighteen