Corry Area High School - Corrian Yearbook (Corry, PA)

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the corrian To accomplish And we did'nt Let grass grow Under our feet While we did it Either, First of all There was the Junior Senior reception And how were we To raise the Necessary cash. Well, we solved that Speedily When we resolved To give a couple Of plays. The results were “The Tents of the Arabs” And “The Little Man” And—Cash. Every one said The plays were good And we marvelled At their good Judgment For appreciation Of our dramatic Genius Was far beyond The average Human Ken. We were very active In Athletics too And won a couple Of Silver Cups Which decorated our Section rooms Very nicely and were The envy of those “Overbearing Seniors.” But we were soon Seniors ourselves And to our astonishment We didn’t feel Much different Than before Though we all noticed That our hats Had somehow grown Smaller and pinched Our noble brows Unmercifully. Of course the most Important event was Graduation with its Rings, Invitations Caps and gowns And the usual trials And Tribulations. Our school career Has been exceedingly Happy and each One of us secretly Hates to leave This dear old Corry High School And our classmates Though some of us May say we are glad. I suppose we are Expected to give Some parting advice To the other classes And all we can Say is “Follow Our example. Don’t Work too hard Get all the fun And above all don’t Cross Miss Kenny She’ll be your Senior Section Teacher.” We thank you With Apologies to all And especially To K. C. B. t Weicht—“I dreamed last night that I proposed to a beautiful girl.” P iKf seven Florinel S. “And what did I say.7”

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THE C O R R I A N ior History ONE bright September Morning in 1919 A bunch of addle-pated Freshmen could be seen Perambulating around The halls of our Dear old High School Though, at the time Nobody knew it We were destined To be the famous Class of ’23. Well, like all Freshmen We thought we had Reached the Zenith Of achievement And as the teachers Were so well pleased With the glaring signs Of our budding genius Our big opinions Grew bigger and bigger. Those were the days. Remember the time The upper classmen “Clapped us in” When we went To Chapel, and how We figetted and blushed And stammered And tried to make Believe we liked it ? And how we tried To be so dignified? And how scared We looked whenever One of those Severe teachers Caught us whispering? That’s all very well But would we Have those youthful Green, unsophisticated Days back again ? PRES. Donaldson victPRES. SOPER I guess not. Then came our Sophomore year. Of course then We realized how Green freshmen Were and rejoiced That we were past That infantile stage. We’d almost Forgotten our Freshman days. We remarked How very queer All Freshmen looked And thanked Our lucky stars That we were So much different From any other Species of Student. Our big opinion Continued yet to grow. Our Sophomore year Was filled with the Regular activities Peculiar to Sophomore years And we spent The time in a Halloween celebration Corn roasts Sleigh rides, etc. But our Class spirit Had not yet Become noticeable However we completed the Year, saying “Next year we are Juniors, watch Out for us! They watched For we had a lot Page six

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T H E C O R R I A N M'-c- dho LOIS McCRAY Mgr. Class B. B. team. 3. Secy. 4 COLETA BENNE’T Fizzle 3. Treas. 4. Staff 4. A OU’D think to hear her in her class She studies every minute, But when there's any fun about, Lois is right there in it. ? OHE used to be quite sensible And fairly quiet, too But non' to talk and giggle Is all she seems to do. P a g e eight