Coplay High School - Coplayite Yearbook (Coplay, PA)

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CLASS WILL We, the Class of 1931, knowing that all flesh is mortal, and realizing that the end of this, our scholastic life is fast approaching, do hereby solemnly, and in full possession of all our faculties make, declare, and publish this, our last will and testament, superseding, displacing, and making null and void any and all wills and testaments heretofore made. To our honored and esteemed Supervising Principal, Mr. Shetlock, we bequeath our love and our deepest admiration for his patience and ability in supervising this growing institution, and our sincere gratitude for the many words of encouragement he has given us in the past four years. To our noble faculty, we hereby bequeath all the astounding and surprising information that we have imparted to them in our various classes and examinations. We, the members of the Chemistry Class, do hereby bequeath to Mr. Struble all our broken test tubes and laboratory equipment together with all obnoxious and evil-smelling gases which we have made. We, the members of the Latin Class, do hereby bequeath to Mr. Gregory, all our ponies and crib sheets. We, the members of the Commercial Class, do hereby bequeath to Miss Heller, all our shorthand notebooks and false money used in Bookkeeping Class. And now we come to those nearest and dearest to us, our true heirs, our under-classmates, whom we leave behind, and from whom parting is so sorrowful a task. To the coming freshmen we hereby bequeath a path traveled by many and overlaid with pleasant memories in spite of its rough places. To the coming Seniors we hereby bequeath our treasured seats in assembly and classes, may they fill them with the dignity and faithfulness that we have in the past year. Also the right to be called Senior and right to carry on. And now we leave the following personal possessions to the new Seniors and do direct that they may be distributed as follows: I, Charlotte Balliett, do hereby bequeath my dramatic ability and achievements to Rita McGinley. I, Kathryn Frickert, do hereby bequeath my power to talk loud and distinctly to Helen Groller. I, Dorothy Miller, do hereby bequeath my phone calls and dates, also my Latin ponies, to Florence Windish. I, Ruth Beidleman, do hereby bequeath my curly hair and chewing ability to Erma Schaadt. I, Merlin Fisher, do hereby bequeath my jolly disposition to George Spaits. I, Alfred Gollatz, do hereby bequeath my gift of silence to Robert Masenheimer. I, Harry Hallman, do hereby bequeath my ability to dance, play the piano and typewrite to Alvin Morgan. I, Leonard Salter, do hereby bequeatn my ability to drive a car to Louis Battenfield. I, Leonard Miller, do hereby bequeath my shyness to George Trively. I, George Knerr, do hereby bequeath my bookkeeping ability to Louis Gaston. I, Anton Hirschman, do hereby bequeath my power over women to John Yeager. Signed this 29th day of May, 1931 The Class of 1931.

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Class History C loFtT) The Class of 1931 entered the all gracious portals of Coplay High School in 1927, a group of gloriously green freshies; some were noisy and frolicksome, others sedate and quiet, but as a whole all were enthusiastically seeking knowledge. Before mid-year3 were over, and after a few difficulties, we got acquainted with the routine of work. We organized our class electing as President Merlin Fisher; Vice President Rose Toth; Secretary Sarah Laubach; and Treasurer Alta Kern. Later in the year, when sports were taken on, some of our boys joined them, and won a great deal of glory, not only for themselves, but also for their Class. Safely all passed that first year of mingled joy and woe. Entering our second year, we had still more worries and cares, for did we not have to become acquainted with quite a new faculty, who at first sight made us all quiver and wonder whether we could ever graduate from our honored Coplay Hi. Nevertheless, after the first semester, all were feeling quite safe, and again our second year was passed with but a few small mishaps, which however did not deter us, for although some left our midst, the others passed safely on to the Junior Class. Our third year was the one most of us dreaded. To think that we had to sit in classes among all those upper classmen. But my, how our views all changed after the first week or so, for if it were said that any two classes ever got along well in class work, as well as other work, it can be said of our Junior Class and the Senior Class of ’30. Seniors at last! Oh, the magic of that word. We had just begun to feel content with ourselves, when we found we had a great deal of work to do. But despite this fact, we managed to enjoy ourselves and to prepare for graduation, which descended upon us like magic. It seems but yesteryear, that we entered thee, dear Coplay High School, as dignified and honored Seniors, but now we must say “Goodbye.” Coplay High School, our beloved Alma Mater, our everlasting benefactor, we bid you fond adieu.

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Class Prophecy c'TWD My grandfather was a dear old man. I shall never forget the many happy days I spent as a child in the old homestead, where I was allowed to roam at will. One rainy day, grandpa was called away and I was left to amuse myself as best I could. I had never been in grandpa’s attic, but this day I conquered my fears of being alone in this great house, and made bold by curiosity, I climbed the attic stairs. I was a real explorer. What a wealth of dress-up material, books, and photographs I found! An attractive book with the numerals ’31 caught my eye, and, turning the pages, I found, beneath a portrait of a young man, the name of my grandfather. Could he have ever been so fine looking? But there it was, Anton Hirschman. Who were the others? I was so curious that I resolved to take the book with me and make grandpa tell me all about them, and himself. Grandpa came home soon after, sorry for having left me alone. But when I told him what a delightful day I had spent in the attic, he settled himself down before the fire. Here was my chance for the story, so I brought forth the book, seated myself on grandpa’s knee, and opened it at the page on which his picture appeared. “Well, well, how time does fly,” sighed grandpa, with a misty look in his eyes, and for a long time he did not speak, but paged thoughtfully from picture to picture. His shaky finger started at the beginning of the list, and one by one, he told me who they were, and what they meant to him. “This bright-eyed girl,” he said, “is Ruth Beidleman, one of our jolly, good-natured girls. After she left school, she became secretary to a struggling young doctor, and years later I met her with the doctor. They were married, and traveling in Europe, where the doctor was taking a special course. “Well, well, well. Here’s Merlin Fisher, a happy-go-lucky chap, full of the old nick, he was. I picked up an engineering magazine about a year ago and thought I had recognized the face of the man who had written the article. A little stouter and more mature, but it was he, my old pal, who had risen up in the world of science. “You can always tell the ‘school-marms’ can’t you? ’Tis Katherine Frickert. This intelligent little girl became a very fine teacher. Let me see, I think she is an old maid, for her lover died some years ago; and she refused to fall in love again.