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

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PATIENCE IS THE KEY TO SUCCESS P -Patience means strive on to the end, A- T Is Alertness to every extent. -Is for Trust in our classmates so fair, I -Is Intelligence no one has to spare. E -Is for Elfort we put in our work, N -Is for Neatness which none of us shirk C-Is for Cleanliness of body and soul. E -Is Energy that we have as a whole. I -Is for Intimacy for our friends, S -Is Sincerity which upon us depends. T -Is Truthfulness to our teachers dear, I-I-Is for Hope to drive away fear, E -Is the Eagerness that we all share. K-Kindness we show for people we meet, E -Is the Earnest lives that we lead, Y-Is for You and your memories so sweet T-Is for the Time spent at C.T.I-I.S. O-Means it's Over with a few regrets. S -Is the Solemnity on graduation night, U-Is the Unity that we held so tight. C -Is the Cheerfulness we brought to our school, C -Stands for Classes we thought were so dull. E-Is the Equality our teachers showed to ward us, S -Is for the Struggle that we shared thus S -Is for Success in our four years of school, And for many years after we wish suc cess too. BEATRXCE LEESE, '49 PATIENCE IS THE KEY TO SUCCESS Patience is a thing sublime At home, at work, all the time. In it, eternal joys depend, And harsh words and troubles end. Patience harms neither the mind nor soul. It makes rejoice, when you reach your goal. Be patient at home as well as at school, And always remember the Golden Rule. Patience is the keynote to success, It unlocks the door to peace and rest. Dear friends, remember at all times, To always be patient and kind. E221 Patience will always help us win And keep the world free from sin. Friends! In this poem I hope you will find, It pays to be patient at all times. Patient is what we hope to be Even though we fail sometimes you see. We hope our teachers will understand And forgive our impatience in the end. Now as school is nearing the end, And the world is filled with impatient men. Let us always be patient with them And perhaps they too will become patient men. CLARK WALKER

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Sterner: And Grace and Freida Thoman, too. 1 often wondered what would have hap- pened to them if leap year hadn't come at such a convenient time. . . . That is a puzzling question. Sterner: Good heavens! ltls 10:30 already. 1 have to be in Paris by 11:30. Betty: But it's only a few thousand miles. You can stay forty-Hve minutes anyway. Sterner: A11 right. . . . Letls go into the kitchen and get something to eat. Betty: These are the words 1've been waiting for. . . . just go ahead. I'1l be with you as soon as 1 turn up the atomic-heat furnace. Sterner: OK. And there they go. I don,t have the least idea what to feed them. 1 guess I'11 have to make up some of those concentrated Martini tablets I was saving for New Year's Eve. What if they do eat me out of house and home? After all, they did bring me a lot of news. Maybe 1 can work it into a book sometime .... Class Song Tune-My Happinesf Now our school days here are o'er Memories of you linger still, Every day we'll miss you more, Codorus High. Fondest thoughts will stay with us, When we dream of days gone by, That we spend upon the hill, Of Codorus High. Now four short years, it seems Have gone by since we started here, But our Old Alma Mater, we will Never, never forget. To our teachers and our friends, We'll be true until the end, For we think so much of you, Coclorus High. To our colors we'll be true, First to Gold and then to Blue, And welll always think of you, Codorus High. If we follow what we're taught, We will surely get ahead, Patience is the key, you know, to All success. Now teachers and clear friends, We would like to thank all of you, For the time now has come, When we all must bid you adieu, Now to the carnation red, We will pay our homage yet, As we say farewell to you, Codorus High. DELORES R01-IRBAUGH 1211

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Class Poem On a steep and stormy hill, In the small village of Glenville, Is our Alma Mater sweet and dear, A place which to us will be always here. In September of nineteen forty-five, As freshmen, we started our mighty drive. We feared not our books, we fifty-four, For we knew we were in for plenty more. With making friends and sports and stuff, Our freshman year was not too ruff. We studied harder as the days flew past, Hurrah!-We were sophomores at last. In September '46, we traced our tracks, With all our school supplies on our backs. We studied biology and all the rest, And tried hard to do our very best. We passed again, and juniors became, The beginning of the physics experiment game. History, Algebra, French and such For us juniors it was not too much. Our junior year came near to the close, And our desires of being seniors quickly arose. The final exams came and all who passed, Had become sophisticated seniors at last. We'll always remember our senior year, Especially our play that was so dear. Those parties, the operetta and our trip, But we kept on studying without a slip. The day of graduation came too soon, We handed in our books sobbing a sad tune, The leaving of the books was not so bad, But it was the loads of fun we always had. Some may go to college, others will not, But what we learned at Codorus won't be forgot, We,ll use our education so that we Can be of better use to our country. To us Codorus High will always live, To it our loyalty weill always give, To Codorus High we give many thanks, With complete satisfaction we close our ranks. GERALDINE BORTNER Class Flower The Red Carnation is a beautiful flower, With a sweet fragrance of perfume. It needs the sunshine, upon it to shower, To make its sweet petals open soon. These many petals must work very hard. There are many of them which resembled, The many new boys and girls who came up the hill, This was in 1945, to Codorus and they trembled. It was our first day and we were frightened But as the days went on, we soon knew everyone. We began to make friends and our future brightened. We tried to improve our work as days went on. We studied hard for tests and were glad when they were over, But to see if we passed, we were always anxious. Soon our happy days there will be over, But we shall always remember Codorus. ISABELLE KEENY i231