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

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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

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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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CLEZN Ecnd LEAVES OF TI-IE PAST Scene-Attic at home of Lawrence Shaffer, chief inspector of Swift 66 Co., and Mrs. Shaffer fAnna Mae Nacej. Time-1954. Mrs. Shaffer is cleaning house and Lawrence, a devoted husband, is helping her. Anna Mae has discovered an old trunk and in searching its contents discovered a 1934 Glen Echo Yearbook. Lawrence-What is that you found? Anna Mae-It's our high school year book. Wimpy-I often wondered what happened to all our classmates. Anna Mae-You remember that letter I received from our classmate, Carlton Brodbeck, who now is quite a traveler? He recently visited some of the members of our class, and secured some of their pictures so that I might know what each one now is doing. Wimpy-Bring the letter, dear fseats himself on trunk and picks up the Glen Echol. fAnna Mae exitszl. Anna Mae-Here's the letter fseats herself on trunk beside him. As he pages through the year book, she reads the letter and looks at the picturesj. Wimpy fopening book to Clarice Cooper's picturej-Ah, here is Clarice. Anna Mae freads letterj - I met Clarice in Hawaii last fall where she is teaching a grade school of natives. She is very much interested in her work. Wimpy-Here is Fishel's picture. I wonder what he is doing. Anna Mae freading letter,- Last summer, when I was visiting Yellowstone National Park, I met Stuart Fishel who is head forester at the park. Wimpy-Do you remember Mary Fridinger? She's next. Anna Mae fcontinuing to readj-- Mary Fridinger is at present head woman doctor at the foreign hospital at Hong Kong, China. Wimpy-Here's the little boy, Nevin Mex,' Hamme. Ann Mae freading the letter,- I talked to Nevin several days ago at the Curtis- Wright Airport, Baltimore, where he is manager. Wimpy-Eileen Kehr, our willing worker and forceful debater. Anna Mae freading the letter,- Eileen, I learned through her brother, Norman, is a nurse at the York Hospital. Wimpy-Now, for Andrew Hetrick. Anna Mae freading the letterj- Andy, I suppose, is one of the best known of our graduates. He is now challenger in the coming heavyweight boxing bout. Wimpy-Norman Kehr coming up. Anna Mae freadingj - Norman Kehr is one of the most proseprous truck farmers in the vicinity of Hokesf' Wimpy-And Minnie Krebs. Anna Mae- Minnie is a nurse at the York Hospital. Patients, I know, find Minnie very kind. Wimpy-Curvin Kessler,s photo appears--and he doesn't have a bag of mothballs. Anna Mae- Curvin Kessler is a great naturalist working for the U. S. governmentf' He always told me his dreams would come true, Wimpy-Lester Krebs. Anna Mae-Oh, Lester turned out to be a dairy farmer near Glenville. Carlton's letter says, Lester is a very prosperous dairymanf' Wimpy-I wonder what happened to Latchaw. Anna Mae- Mervin saved my life curing me of a tropical disease, I contracted in the African jungles. Wimpy-What happened to Cora's Looky ? D61