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

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SOPI-IOMGRE CLASS HISTORY Toiling and pufiing up the hill, Their tired footsteps falling, Come nervous Freshies one by one, Codorus High is calling. Seventeen bashful pupils they, To right and left they wander, Some finding here a well lcnown face, While others sit and ponder. A week, and bashful Freshies smile, To those who group about them, They find in High School's happy halls A friendship true and lasting. We Can Because We Think We Can How wonderful the meaning. Beside the colors green and gold, This motto's proudly gleaming. Oh spirit, that doth lead us on! Oh glory, left behind us! We drop a tear to mourn our loss, Three classmates now we're minus. Science, how wonderful thou art! Ambitious Freshies yearning To find within their small dry-cell Some spark of life a-burning. Twenty- five

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The Sophs now decided to build a bird bath, although not much work was done until our Junior year. Again the class of '32 stopped at Port Vacation for three more lonesome months. When they returned in the autumn of 1930, they again discovered that they had lost another one. After talking all the happenings of the summer over, we elected Woodrow Snyder as our president. With him as leader the boys set to work on their bird bath which was planned the previous year. Finally, after breaking several, they succeeded in making one just in time for the Seniors to use it in their play. But it still seems as if these naughty boys didn't have enough work to keep them busy. They still found time to talk during study periods. Prof. Bushey likes to hear history talks. When he saw the boys talking he thought they would be the very ones to give history talks since they would have time to prepare them. Who sold the most 'Glen Echo' subscriptions? Why, Ruth Mummert. She is a Junior. The five Junior girls challenge any other girls in school to a basketball game this noon. But no one would accept our challenge. But then, that isn't any wonder since the junior girls make up two thirds of the varsity. Four of the boys are also on the varsity. Is there any wonder that the Juniors soon began to feel important? Are you going? Am I? Say, I wouldn't miss the Junior play for anything. In April the Juniors presented their play successfully. With the spirit of '32 in our hearts, we will all spend another three months' vacation. Each and every one hopes to return in August to complete our high school journey. L. D. Albright, '32. ...fit ? 5q'g,2 ?R R lfm 1'RT ? 'ac' Liga . i Y-g: H 'Lyla ff i1A - .f L, Twenty-fam

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Hurrah! a tiny spark at last! Their project was completed, Thanks to the one who helped them most, Their venture had succeeded. So Spring has come at last, they say It sets them all to dreaming, Each heart recalls a different haunt, For now the school they're leaving. The Lucky Fourteen come again To school-it's not a curse, Another Soph has come to stay For better or for worse. A history of that happy band Is everywhere imprinted, Upon the books and through the rooms, And yet-they didn't print it. The teachers, how they sympathize, Another day is done, Those Sophomores, they are a trial From morn' till set of sun. They study hard the whole night long, Yet lessons won't come right, They do their best and always say I'll try again tonight. Biology, how interesting! With worms and such-galore, They're always finding something new, Which increases their store. One windy morning on they came With milk, and fruits, and bread They made a dinner, oh so fine! That schoolmates turned their heads. Their travels in the Latin world, With English as their guide, Would brighten any sighing child, Who chanced to look inside. And History, how you thrill each heart! You've come through all the ages, They learn how men of bygone days Wrote Geometry pages. As through the year they gaily go, The weather does not harm them, But when that sad day comes around, Report cards do alarm them. Again we hear the beckoning call Spring's opening up its doors. They sigh when comes the sweet--sad day, Dear school, for closing yours. Ortlm E. T aylor. Twenty-six