Coplay High School - Coplayite Yearbook (Coplay, PA)

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Seventh Grade CLASS OFFICERS MITZIE ROSENCRANTZ - - President STANLEY PETERS - - - Vice President ALVIN MORGAN - - - Secretary FLORENCE WINDISH - - - Treasurer CLASS ROLL Louis Battenfield Walter Boguish Gustav Fox John Fox Raymond Hibler Roland Lewis Alfred Marks Joseph Marks Robert Masonheimer Harold Mohr Alvin Morgan Robert Moser John Perl Stanley Peters Donald Rinker Alvin Salters George Sparts Luther Stewart Thomas Stewart Frank Toth George Trively Clifford Rabert John Sommers Helen Groller Mary Hofler Helen Lewis Burnetta Marks Rita McGinley Herminia Meixner Madeline Miller Ida Reinert Helen Reppert Ruth Rogers Mitzie Rosencrantz Ida Schreiber Theresa Streeny Gazella Droxler Marion Watkins Florence Windish Eva Walbert Rose Vanderloo Charlotte Troxe 11

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Junior High School Classes Eighth Grade CLASS OFFICERS RUSSELL MORGAN ALTA KERN RUTH BEIDLEMAN DOROTHY MILLER CLASS Julius Acs Merlin Fisher Alfred Gollatz Alfred Groller Harry Hallman Anthony Hirschman John Hobel George Knerr Allen Lindermuth Leonard Miller Russell Morgan William Rader El wood Reichenbach Leonard Salters Edwin Schaeffer Gottfried Sodl Stephen Yoo President Vice President Secretary Treasurer ROLL George Zellner John Zelup Roy Sacks Blaine Balliett John Hirschman Robert Silfies Charlotte Balliett Ruth Beidleman Esther Buss Catherine Frickert Alta Kern Sara Laubach Ruth Levenson Dorothy Miller Margaret Sidor Rose Toth Arlene Wolfe Helen Wolfe

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Jox 3? Pa.— “Johnnie what are you going to be when you grow up?” Johnnie.—“A fireman. Pa.— And why do you want to be a fireman? Johnnie—(Who was not too good a boy) Well you see I want to come prepared if I have to go to a warm place. Teacher— John, use exalted in a sentence. John— Are the eggs salted? (exalted) Prof in Math.— We ll stay at these same problems if it takes all year to learn them. G. Z. “30— Come on gang let’s be dumb. She— What are you stopping for? He— I’ve lost my bearings. She— That's refreshing, anyway. Most of them say they’re run out of gas. A Cow Slip— Where are you going, my pretty maid?’ I m going a milking sir, she said, In that dress, my pretty maid? No, you dumbell, in this bucket! A lovely girl was Mary Jane, She got all wet out in the rain, Her dress so thin Clung to her skin, There is no loss without a gain. C. J. '28 Ma was wrong.—Jimmy— Mother, didn't you say it would make baby sick if I gave him all his medicine at once? Mother. I certainly did. Jimmy But, mother dear, it hasn’t.