Coplay High School - Coplayite Yearbook (Coplay, PA)

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CLASS OFFICERS. JUNIOR YEAR. Clarence H. Yoder, Berks, President. George E. McCloskey, Lehigh, V ice-President. Katharine Y. Ruth, Berks, Secretary. Alfred L. Kistler, Lehigh, Treasurer. MIDDLE YEAR. Earl W. Israel, Lehigh, President. Earl F. Degler, Berks, V ice-President. Carrie R. Snyder, Schuylkill, Secretary. Kenneth J. Scott, Schuylkill, T reasurer. SENIOR YEAR. Elam E. Kerschner, Schuylkill, President. Kenneth J. Scott, Schuylkill, Vice-President. Charlotte I. Cressman, Bucks, Secretary. Charles Ira Hoch, Kent County, Del.. Treasurer. (i

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CLASS POEM. Oh, happy the days that together We’ve spent in this Normal so dear; Although they were ladened with trials, A pleasure it was to be here. Hut, classmates, these days arc now ending; Our paths arc about to divide, And soon we must bid an adieu To friends who have toiled by our side. The truths we've learned we’ll remember; In life they will brighten our way And help us in all of our struggles— That is, if we truly obey— And thought of our teachers and classmates When all of our school days have past, Will ever have place in our memories, As pleasure that ever shall last. Dear friends, what is life but a training? Then students let’s be to the end. And if we arc faithful and earnest, Success will our labors attend. May blessings from Heaven fall on us, Our journey grow brighter till done; Then God in His infinite goodness, Shall crown us when life’s race is won. Elmer Ellsworth Sipe, ’12.

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HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 1912. JUNIOR YEAR. From Junior class to Senior journey on, The small beginning has been well begun, If you would covet learning’s prize Climb her heights and take it. JUST as the wise and god-gifted birds congregate into flocks and finally wend their way southward to spend a portion of their little lives in a more wholesome atmosphere and a more gentle climate, when autumn paints the leaves with its glorious colors and Jack Frost nibbles at every little thing; so we, the glorious class of 1912, first congregated and found a temporary destination at the Keystone State Normal School in the autumn of 1909. Here we were sheltered from the howling winter blasts without with plenty of food, both intellectual and physical, within. What an impression our first sight of Dear Old Normal made upon our pliant minds, and what an impression we looked forward to in three years of implicit obedience and the tug of war with seemingly unmasterable tasks! But we, as Juniors, “Had to learn to labor and to wait,” for we were advancing one step and only one, toward the threshold of broader education. With all the newness around us and many strange faces, nevertheless the kindly looks and hospitable actions of both teacher and schoolmate soon made us feel at home. How attracting and interesting our environment soon became! We gradually became aware that the enrollment of our first term actually surpassed that of any previous year in the history of our school; and how boastfully we now speak of it, for we are the class of 200. We were just about beginning to get acquainted with our upper classmates when an event took place which greatly promoted friendship and familiarity with our upper classmates. A certain never-to-be-forgotten Friday evening found us in Chapel, tagged to perfection, and in no time we learned new faces and acquired 12