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

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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

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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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ihii-fi1'l FRESI-IMAN CLASS HISTORY N August 24, 1930, thirty-nine Freshmen launched their barque on the stormy Waters of their high school careers. Huge waves, in the form of initiations and hard lessons, dashed against our vessel. On September 1, our crew held a meeting at which we chose as our captain, Janet Krebs. We chose as secretary, Janet Rinehart, treasurer, Clyde Staufferg vice-president, Andrew At this meeting our crew also chose a class flower, the red and white sweet pea, class colors, Maroon and White! and a motto, What you do, do well,'. Our members are especially gifted in athletics, some of them playing on the varsity basketball teams. The boys are excellent players. But not all of our journey was stormy. Good teachers and higher marks like gleams of sunshine peeked from storm clouds with promises of better weather. Some of our crew left us but we continued on our way not abashed with what was before us. Now our crew consists of thirty-four members. Many were the hardships to overcome, many the trials to pass through and now when the first phase of our journey is about complete, we look forward with eager anticipation or gloomy forebodings towards the glowing horizon where sinks our Freshman Sun. Twenty-seven