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

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GLEN ECH6 HISTORY OF CLASS OF '34 O old C. T. H. S. our sun is now setting. Mingled within its colors are the many happy hours we have spent together within these halls. Oh, dear Alma Mater, we weep to leave thee-home of our youthful pranks and joys. We try to dream the old dreams over, as we slightly recall several reminiscences. Four long years ago, on a golden September day, we first met. The Hill then was a mighty strange place. Not long after we had come to know one another, we elected the officers who we thought could most safely direct us through the difficult adventures of a new life. Ar the same time, we selected our colors, Maroon and White, the fiower, Red and White Sweet Pea. What you do, do well served as the motto. As days grew into months, we longed for the close of school. After a short vacation we began the second year as foolish Sophs . This year, after the election of officers, we changed our flower to the Calendula, the colors and motto were retained. Having been represented in the annual debate, the historical pageant, Memories of America , basketball and track and field work, we felt quite dutiful. Once more vacation days set their happy hours upon us, and once again, we returned from them. Jolly Juniors entered the golden portals at C. T. H. S. Through the year we advanced under the leadership of the same ofiicers who had served us during the preceding year. Again, opposition in class demanded our changing the class flower-this time, to the President Hoover Rose. During this year our class presented two plays- Listen in on the Campus , directed by Miss Hunt, and 'QDanger at the Crossroads , directed by Mr. Kapp. A farewell party was given in honor of the Seniors before they set out into the world from us. The last year, 1933-34, dawned upon us who had now resolved to make it the best. We retained our former regalia, including flower, colors and motto. Ours was the responsibility to prepare all things for the school bazaar, and provide material for both boys' and girls' basket- ball teams. We did it, too. In history, science and English programs we found it necessary to take the lead, in the annual debate four of our class members showed their power and ability to argue. In November, Mr. Bortner coached us during the production and presenta- tion of Why Shouldnit I? , Mr. Kapp coached us in the preparation of the second play- f'Let,s Get Rich . On a cold February day we visited Warner's Hypozone Plant as an excursion supple- menting our work in chemistry class. Our year ended with the Class Day and Commence- ment exercises. We heartily enjoyed one another's company during the years together, we shall never want to forget them, they will always be a page in our memory. M. F., '34. CLASS SONG Tune of Farewell Our school days now are past and gone, Fond memories of classmates still linger But yet we fondly linger here, And friends of the hill and dale. Since sweet's each joy that we have known, We'll always praise thee, Alma Mater, 'Tis sad to part from comrades dear. As we say to thee Farewell . To our schoolmates, friends, and teachers CHORUS We now bid a sad farewell. Farewell, farewell, the Class of '34, Here's our pledge and our ready promise: We bid to all a sad farewell! We will try to live life very well. And still we hope that we may meet, Each teacher, comrade, and friend. RR., ' 36. I14I

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GLEN ETCH6 CLYDE S. STAUFFER Coclorus, Pa. Basketball 13, 415 Track 13, 41g Class Treasurer 11, 2, 3, 413 Science Club 11, 215 History Club 13, 415 Operetta 141, Plays 13, 415 Pageant 1213 Orchestra 141g Chorus 141, Basketball 141. Dykes has a cheerful smile for everyone. Rarely does a frown pass over his face, unless disappointment comes his way. Staulfer has been very alert on the basketball courtg he has served us faithfully as class treasurerg he has proved his ability to handle the violin to us, especially in orchestral work. These things, we think, should warrant his fame sometime. AUSTIN J. THOMAN Glen Rock, Pa. Vice-president of Literary Society 141g Vice-president of Class 141, History Club Play 141g Tennis 12, 3, 41g Operetta and Chorus 1415 Pageant 1215 Class Play 1413 History Club 141. Well, whom do we now see? Our trick- ster, Austin. Everybody generally expects that Thoman has some trick up his sleeve . Not everything is a trick, we mean, his class work. As a rule, Thoman displayed a fine spirit in having his work completed. That's more than many others can say. He truly deserves the name of being a Big Man at a Service Station . PEARL R. WERTZ Codorus, Pa. Chorus 141g Class Play 13, 41, Literary Society 11, 2, 3, 41g Science Club 131, His- tory Club 13, 415 Basketball 13, 41, Oper- etta 141. The Pearl of the class is this young lass, who came to join our ranks in our junior year. We know that she does not regret making the change, for she certainly is always happy. Pearl has taken part in many ac- tivities and was always glad to do so. She has shown us that she is interested in social affairs as well as school duties. E131 EX-MEMBERS Francis Bange Raymond Braun Carl Freed Treva Flemmens Allen Keiser Thomas Feltch Janet Krebs Margaret Lynch Eugene Merriken Melvin Mitzel Henry Mosebrook Lewis Rinehart Carroll Walker Kathryn Walker Raymond Shireman

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GLEN ETCHCS CLASS POEM just like the seasons of the year Is the class of thirty-four, First a bud, grown and ripened, Then, alas, 'tis a class no more. Spring comes and calls the buds, As we were called four years ago. Then, behold, we see in the distance Something which sets our hearts aglow. Summer is here, how joyful! Sang the class one sunny day, For they were rapidly growing In knowledge through work or play. But, now, that joy has vanished, Summer had gone far away, To give a chance to Autumn To show us her grand array. She came to Our classmates Our journey was near an end, And just as a plant in autumn, Our seeds of knowledge did send. These were to be taken by winds And scattered on Life's highway drear Some were to reach friends in distress, And others, to carry kind cheer. Then Winter, how we dreaded ir, For with it our joys ceased 3 We are now called by Future, Who promises contentment and peace. So the classmates bid their sad farewell, As departing time draws nigh, But live to see a bright, new sun Shining in a clear, blue sky. E. A. K., '34. OUR CLASS We, the class of '34 Are slowly dying, falling, But, we hear the future Crying, pleading, calling. Now the class of '34 Many a sorrow has known, Bur the future holds in store Things to reap which we have sown. So we the class of '34, In our colors, Maroon and Gold, Will set out immediately All these things to enfold. The flower of the class of '34, The Hoover Rose so sweet, Will brighten our lives and help us New tasks in life ro meet. E. A. K., '34. IISI