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

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Senior Class History Our sun is sinking and our school days at Codorus Township High School are over, but as we leave school, may we apply the principles which we have so bountifully received at our dear Alma Mater. Four years ago, on a bright September morning we met. To us C. T. H. S. was a queer place, but in a few days the strange surroundings seemed to become a part of us. With the kind advice of Mr. Bushey, our class adviser, we carefully elected our officers for the year. We also chose our colors, jockey Red and Royal Blue, and the flower, White Rose. On- ward, Upward, Till the Goal We Reach is the motto we selected. These remained the same for four years. During the first year, both boys and girls became interested in athletics and class projects, Literary Society and dramatics. For classes we studied willingly, but we hopefully awaited the end of the term when we might have a pleasant vacation. After a short summer vacation, we were happy to return, now as sophomores. The class enrollment was lower. During this year we showed our ability in athletics, for most of the girls appeared on the basketball team. When the Wife's Awayv was our first opportunity to use our dramatic skill. We helped the juniors and seniors in handling the bazaar, we served on Literary Society programs. Mildred Garrett, Edwina Rebert, and John Miller represented our class on the debating team. We performed all these tasks with a smile. Another vacation, and we were juniors. Proud, indeed! The junior girls composed the entire basketball team, which closed the season with seven victories and four defeats. We inserted on the school calendar an innovation, Junior Night, when we presented four one- act plays, 'tOuch, My Corn,', Suspended Animationf, Hiram and the Peddlersf' and Moon Signs, coached by Miss Hunt. Mildred Garrett, Donald Ambrosius, and Mar- guerite Hoover were the junior debaters. In volleyball, baseball, and boys' basketball we furnished splendid material. Commencement! Seniority crept upon us. I In our class the traditional dignity seemed to be an unknown quantity, for few of us were serious enough to be dignified. However, we Hlled responsible positions in several organizations. Most of the Glen Echo staff were seniors. Our greatest pleasure came when we presented i'Hobgoblin House on November 24 and 26. The Open Road brought us a real thrill when we were gypsies just for one night. We're sorry that the four-year-old transportation project did not reach definite maturity before our graduation, that seems one of the incompleted tasks. Thanks to the well's going dry, for the progress we have made on the project. Our senior days were busy ones, for many of us. Orations, essays, special programs, experiments, besides all class work. Then books were closed, tears flowed, Commencement closed our first voyage. g In our hearts will linger thoughts of the friends we had at C. T. H. S., the pranks and tricks we pulled, the joys and sorrow we encountered, the days that have meant most to us. Now, it's t'Adieu!', B. L. R., '37. U61

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Class Song fTune- In the Shade of the Old Apple Ti-ee. j FIRST STANZA Our school days here with joy we have completed The little friendly talks we'll never forgetg It seems that school bells are still revealing The old and friendly faces that we met. And here within these classrooms, we've laboredg This work I'm sure that we'll ne'er regret. We can't forget the way the teachers helped us We know they wish us plenty of success. CHORUS Ar the school of old C. T. H. S., Where we all loved to work and play, And the teachers so dear were always so near, As we pupils stood up for life's test. You can hear this gay Class of '37, As our motto we strive to fulfill, With these hearts that are true, We'll be starting with you, From the campus of C. T. H. S. SECOND STANZA We gathered here four years ago, one fall dayg We think our time here has been very short. We tried our best to please our teachers, In all that we have done these four short yearsg But now we hear the future calling usg So we must leave our classmates and friends. Although this parting brings us tears and sadness We all shall try to live life very well. Coward, Upward! fTune- Winds of the Eveningfij Friends of our school days, Weill soon be leaving here, Though sadness hold us, Soon we the world will meet. With friends of school days The hope of fame is born, Onward and upward Till the goal we reach. Words of our parting Will always bring to mind Our days at Glenville And schoolmates left behind. Now that weire leaving, We'll always bear in mincl Onward and upward Till the goal we reach. 11151 E. R.- E.R D. A.

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Prophecy Time-1955. Place-New York City. Professor Ralph Huggens, a television expert, learns that he has not timely ohtained a patent on his latest improvement on a television device. He finally hears of other devices like his and is urged to secure a lawyerls advice. New York's alnlest lawyer, Carroll Cramer, is summoned to settle the situation. SCENE I lawyer Cramer and his secretary, Edwina Reher-t, are walking down the street to Prof. Huggens' laboratory. fNine o'clock in the morning., CRANIER-Tl1iS is certainly a beautiful morning. REBERT-So inspirationall Wliat's the special noise? Auto horns? CjRAlVIER'SOUI1dS like a few disgusted drivers in each other,s way. But, no. Look at that gentleman on the street, blocking traflic while he is musing at that skyscraper. He must he inspired. l.et7s see the results. REBERT1HC,S indeed interested in something, and do you know who it is? Clyde Krebs. Here he comes. CRAMER-Good morning, old classmate! Having an inspiration? KREBS-Wluy, itls Cramer and Rehert-and in New York. What are you doing? CRAh4ER'GOiHg to see an old friend. Should you like to join us? KREBS-Sorry. Thank you. The morning breeze urges me to write a poem. It will he another for my collection, Descriptive Poetryf, REBERT-I'd surely enjoy reading the works of a fellow classmate. KREBS-Thank you. But who is this friend you will visit? CRAMER'-YOU rememher the electrician of our high school class? Itls Prof. Huggens, now, a television expert-and a marvel of the age. You remember that we always prophesied practical television. Huggens has accomplished it, but he has gotten into some scrape,' and I intend to help him. Krauss-Oh, Lawyer Cramer! How interesting! Come to my residence as soon as you cang then welll chat about the days long ago. rm