Coplay High School - Coplayite Yearbook (Coplay, PA)

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“And here’s handsome Harry,—yes, he is now a famed movie actor,—a great social lion of Hollywood. I saw in the paper some time ago, that he played the leading role in ‘Once in a Lifetime.’ He always did enjoy acting.” Just then I saw a wistful smile on grandpa’s face as he gazed upon his own picture, but he didn’t tell me what he was thinking about. I knew grandpa had made quite a success of his life. Mother had often told me of his fame as quarterback at Notre Dame. He had made his mark as a landscape gardener, besides. “And here’s our business man, George Knerr,” continued grandpa. “He started in a small way but the last time I’ve heard of him, he was the owner of a great department store and was very wealthy. “Now this innocent looking blonde is Dorothy Miller. We all liked ‘Dook’. She never had very much to say, but nevertheless, she made her mark. I remember ‘Dook’ as star side-center of our basketball team. Later, I believe, she took a course at a Teacher’s College and became a noted Physical Ed. Directress. Yes, Dorothy married a professor and I hear she has quite a large family. “Let’s see, here’s Leonard Miller. Now Leonard was a bashful chap in school, scarcely uttered a word, but he proved to be a great scientific farmer. Seems to me he owns a farm of 250 acres and has been very successful. “Do you see that picture of a violinist on the mantel? That is Leonard Salter. While in New York on a business trip, I attended a great Symphony Concert, and found that the great violinist was my classmate, Leonard Salter. He gave me that photograph. “Well, well, here’s Alfred Gollatz. He is a great aviator. I read not so long ago of his second trans-continental fight. “That’s all there were of us. Many a good time we had,—yes, many,—I wonder if—” Grandpa’s eyes were drooping, so I softly slipped from his lap, leaving him to dream of those happy days.

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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.

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“L’ENVOl” Once more June’s lovely days have come again, And as they move from dawn to setting sun, So ever closer moves that final day of pain, The parting of the class of ’31. We did not drain fair wisdom’s spring, But eagerly we drank our share, And now as we go forth, we’ll show Our fellow creatures what was there. We know that gems of purest ray, Lie far down in the ocean deep, And if we wish to see their gleam, Unceasingly we must for them seek. With this one thought, we turn our eyes, Upon life’s dim uncertain maze With this same thought we say goodbye To scenes we loved in High School days. Dear happy days in Coplay High Round you our fondest thoughts will cling, And though we leave you with a sigh, Our grateful thanks to you we bring. We thank you for the truths you taught, For showing us, that if we give The best that is within ourselves, We’re only learning how to live. Then bearing all we’ve learned in mind The path of truth we’ll strive to find, And hope that in the future days, When each of us his race has run, We hear not words of blame— But praise for all the class of ’31.