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

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My! the school has surely grown For it has a Home EC room, Vffith Frances Hoover busily teaching, Each one how to hold a broom. Now we'll gather in Assembly, As we did those years ago. Sing together everybody- Auld Lang Synev and Sweet and Low. Now for a special feature We have a famous guest, For Annabelle as a singer Is among the very best. In this period of complete silence Our minister we see, As we have a word of prayer From K. W. Ehrhart, D.D. We will slip away in silence Before the program's through. And we leave behind the memory Of old faces gone for new. As we walk down the hill together, We come to a sudden stop. In the distance we see a sign- Ahead-Dot's Doughnur Shoppe. See the hungry crowd before us, Hurry on, we must not stay, For Dot, Relda, and Erma must be tired From waiting on tables every day. Now we'll enter into this ofhce. Hear, the steady, merry typewriters click! Our classmates learned their lessons well, And are not slow-but quick. Florence, Treva, Hollis, Helen, Norma Mae and Marie, Typing in such perfect rhythm, Just as it ought to be. Let us open this door quietly, Where the Private sign tests. Look! rhere's Glenn, and he's sleeping With his feet upon the desk. While outside on a ladder, Splashed with paint from head to toe, Flem is singing while heis swinging His paint brush to and fro. E233

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Prophecy TIME! 1960 The year of 1960 to you, we shall preview, And all your chums and classmates together in review. Upon the road of life, each set to find his goal- Do not look upon them closely for the years will take their toll First of all we'll visit Glenville, And the school upon the hill. Our school days are gone forever, For the halls are very still. Let us peep into the classrooms To find the reason for this lull. Is everybody busy studying- Or are the pupils simply dull? Why, thereis Louise in the Library, Teaching Macbeth,' to her class. Shakespeare, Whitman, English Grammar, All come flashing from the past. What! was that the sound of laughter From the Ag room creeping out, Breaking this complete silence With such a loud and hearty shout? Sounds as if the roof has fallen Or another chair is broken. Well, no wonder, Fern's the teacher, They,re all probably jokin'. Now we'll go into the French Class- There sits Miriam Myers at the desk. Everyone's attentive, as usual,- We'l1 visit the Laboratory next. Wait a minuteg hear that music Coming out into the hall? Let us creep upon it softly Or we're sure to miss it all. Here we areg the sound is closer, Just a minute and we'll see Who's keeping such rigid order While they're singing do, re, me. Now the class has stopped its singing, And to her pupils Frannie brings, The lives of those composers Whose songs today we sing. U23

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Now lift your faces heavenward And note the plane of gray, The pilot of it's Clifton, Who flies for the U. S. A. We walk down the streets together- See the stores on either side, Look through the doors a minute, Where our classmates do abide. Now do you need a manicure, Or has the wind mussed your hair? just step into Mildred's Beauty Shoppe You'll be served with greatest care See there's Lizzie in a library Surrounded by books galore- Norris, Zane Grey, Hill and Milton And many hundred more. Among his other classmates, Ross was of the highest rankg And now he'll cash a check for you, If you step into this bank. Walk down this street slowly, See the name upon that door. Harry Miller is the owner Of this modern grocery store. Now if anything gets broken In the electrical line, just call on Donald Parrish He'll have it fixed in no time. If your radio isn't working Or your set has gone dead, Don't worry for a minute, Simply call upon Ed. Eugene Miller and Kenneth Senft Are on whom we will rely, For the sanitary conditions Of our daily milk supply. Bud, who was always The Clark Gable of our class, Has set to work in earnest Experimenting with plants and grass Miriam I-Iohf and Mildred Flemmens Were intent on serving othersg So they built an institution, For children without mothers. E241 D