Coplay High School - Coplayite Yearbook (Coplay, PA)

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Poets’ Corner WISHES This world is full of trouble You can see it very plain. Gosh, I’ve had my share and double, It’s no wonder I complain. Life would be a path of roses, (don’t you think so too?) If we could keep on wishing And those wishes would come true. At each wish my trouble would vanish. Wouldn’t it be a glorious thing, If all your trouble you could banish? You’d be happier than a king! But to talk of it is foolish It only makes me blue, For of all the wishes I have made I was granted but a few. E. G. ’30. ODE TO A TEACHER Oh teacher with thy words of scorn, We know you’ll tell us every morn, Of scores of old, and work untold; Of fines and work you ever scold. Now Anton dear your book’s o’erdue, You’ll pay that fine or else skee-do. So sayeth the teacher to my mate, When his library book comes in too late. Do you know young man, your ads aren’t in? How well I knew, yet those words and din, Would reach my ears every morn, When I appeared and looked forlorn. Your writings should be in tonight, Or else we two will have a fight. And is your Senior poem turned in, Or must I make you write till thin. So all day long, and then some more, The teacher’s voice is thus heard to roar To tardy pupils. All in hand United we sit, divided we stand. Harry Rinker, ’30.

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FRONT ROW—Left to Right—Henry Schaadt, Robert Farney, Wm. Rockovitz, Donald Gruver, Frank Toth. BACK ROW—Elizabeth Zeimet, Shirley Mortimer, Louise Gruver, Merlin Fisher, Thelma Masenheimer, Johanna GiJIy. Mr. Wm. Shetlock, Sponsor. Student Council The Student Council was organized during the latter part of the first semester, and the following officers were elected: Honorary President......................Prof. William Shetlock President................................................Louise Gruver Secretary ...............................................Merlin Fisher The council consists of two members from each room, whose duty it is to set before their classmates an example of good scholarship, true sportsmanship and respect for their school. This organization had been started many years ago, but had died out in the last three years, only to be revived once more at the instigation of Mr. Shetlock. Due to the fact that the matter was once more new to the pupils, it was somewhat difficult to manage things the way the officers desired, but after a very hard struggle on the part of the Student Council as a whole, things were carried on as well as could be expected. We had to work hard for cooperation, but a good thing takes time and as the days passed on the Student Council kept on the track of a stubborn few and finally won them over to their side. Here’s hoping that next year’s Student Council will continue to carry on the good work which has been so well begun. —Louise Gruver, ’30.

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POETS’ CORNER-Continued “KU KU” The other night in Coplay High Folks got a splendid treat, KU KU was so well advertised You could hardly find a seat. The announcer was a perfect scream, The laughter rose in gales, The music was a “wicked one” With its leader “Keg of Nails.” Amos and Andy too were there To rival W J Z The Goldbergs and their family Were as good as they could be. The recipe lady made a soup And although they thought it must, And struck a match a couple times That “Whoopee soup” wouldn’t bust. The kiddies on the Children’s Hour Put Cross’ crowd to shame; The musical saw, and the singers too Made grand opera seem quite tame. I know folks liked our show a lot But what will linger yet To haunt their days, are the wistful chords, Of the Melody Quintette. C. B. ’31. “LOVES LABOR LOST” I picked a dashing Valentine In Hollywood, that should be mine, I sent her notes both droll and gay, I wrote her up for Photoplay. I penned her poems, wired her flowers, I thought of her for hours and hours, I told the world with shriek and scream That she was earth’s superbest dream. In spite of all my rumble-bumble She never did give me a tumble, She someone snappier (or sappier) had found Or else she is not wired for sound. So after this I’ll knock on wood And look around the neighborhood. H. R. ’30.