Crafton High School - Ginkgo Yearbook (Crafton, PA)

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Blnremnrh These are the days of a War-a war from which we cannot isolate ourselves. Therefore it is not only litting but inevitable that war should creep into the pages of our yearbook. With this thought in mind We have planned the book to meet two objectives: first, to record the events and cherished memories of the school year, second, to develop a theme which is timely. The reader can aid us in our task, if, While leafing through the GINKGO, he will try to visualize a large battleship four schooll, manned by sailors of various ranks ttlie studentsl, plying her way through a rolling sea Kknowledgel. Perhaps, if his imagination will permit, he will feel the salty spray, inhale deeply the clear ocean air, and ever feel the rhythmic heave of our ship's sea- worthy hulk under his feet. Page Seven--THE GINKGO

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That Door I've been in Crafton High three years, And I could stand it some more, I'd even like the dear old school If they'd get rid of that door. The one I mean is by 1035 It's the one I dread and abhor. I pull and tug, but it won't budge- That doggon'd, stubborn door. Many's the morning I am late Because it Won't let me in, Many's the moming I stand and cuss, Creating an awful din. I plead and beg with tears on my face, And even get down on my knees, But it only reflects its shining knob, Leaving me out there to freeze. A Now someone else takes hold of its knob, And presses it in the center, It eagerly throws itself aside, Allowing him to enter. When I get out in the world and work And make money hand over fist, I'll send some workmen to the school, To give a few screws a twist. When the old door's gone and a new one's up And cheers go up by the score, I'll enter school with my head in the air, 'Cause I helped them get rid of that door. -Mary Honey, '44 Page Nine-THE GINKGO