Coplay High School - Coplayite Yearbook (Coplay, PA)

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Class History HE Class of 1930 entered Coplay High School in 1926 as one of the greenest bunch of Freshies ever to darken the doorway of that institution. But never let it be said that they were green long, for before the Mid-years were over, this Memorable Class was riding high on the waves of good will and popularity. This was due to the fact that the class was one which concentrated whole-heartedly on whatever it undertook; thus the first semester was one of studies. Later in the year, sports and other school activities were taken up, and the members won themselves no end of praise. Of course do not make the mistake of thinking that they were angels; indeed they weren’t;—instead, they were no end of trouble to the teachers, and many a headache was blamed on them. Thus it was that the first milestone, or year was passed with colors flying. Entering on our second year, we were lots wiser and better fitted to carry our increasing responsibilities and, as before, “history repeated itself,” and we find more laurels being added to the trophies of the Class of '30, moreover at the close of the term, “our gang” passed the “snags” (exams.) again, without a mishap. Our third year was but a repetition of the second, with our responsibilities becoming still heavier. Again the class found itself well to the front in everything, even deeds of mischief. Our educational abilities had been increased, and our school work was above reproach. Prepare to shed your tears, Oh teachers, for the eve of graduation draws nigh! No longer shall the all gracious members of the Class of ’30 grace the portals of C. H. S. as students, but shall go forth into the world to uphold the age old traditions of C. H. S. As the day of our leave-taking draws near, we look back, and sadly recollect how quickly this last year has flown. It seems but yesterday that we entered this institution of learning, dear old C. H. S., green and bewildered; yet today we leave it dignified and honored, looked up to by the under class men as holders of a coveted position. It seems almost unbelievable; yet it is true. Let us hope that the good we have done may long live after us, and that the evil we have done may be buried. Coplay High School, our honored Alma Mater, and all our glorious past, we bid you fond “Adieu.”

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Seniors CLASS OFFICERS President ------ Charles Johnston Vice President ------ Harvey Rein hard Secretary ...... Marguerite Zeimet Treasurer............................- Harry Rinker COPLAYITE ANNUAL STAFF Editor in Chief Assistant Editor Athletic Forensic Literary School Note Humor -Business Manager Faculty Advisor Charles Johnston Louise Gruver Harvey Reinhard Louise Johnston Dorothy Bennett - Dorothy Frickert Alvin Rogers Harry Rinker Kermitt Gregory Class Motto—Now we launch, where shall we anchor? Class Flower—White Carnation. Class Colors—French Blue and Cream.

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CLASS POEM c ) The Plod” There are many types of people in this world of ours, Some choose a road that is rugged and steep, Some walk a path of flowers. Yes, there are many types of people in this world of ours But the prizes of life are not given To those whose road is flowers. Some carry their burden lightly, They climb the hill with a grin, They place their goal at the top of the hill, Their hearts are set to win, And their feet keep time with the music Of the merry song they sing. These people are the “plodders,” The winners of life’s game; No hardships can detain them, Neither tempest nor the rain. They know what they want and they get it, They have everyth.ng to gain. Their brothers are those who grumble, Who don’t take part in the race, And they find that they are losing Because they can’t keep up the pace Of those who started in plugging when the race was first begun, Nor did they march with the music Of the song that was being sung. For twelve long years we have been marching And at last we’ve reached the top. Some dropped occasionally from us But we never dared to stop. No, not t 11 the hill we had conquered. Till we reached the very top Did the class of ’30 falter, No, nor shall we ever stop. D. B., ’30.