Curwensville Area High School - Echo Yearbook (Curwensville, PA)

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THE CLOCK SPEAKS What, you say you never heard A clock that could speak a single word? Why, I can say more than just tick-tock, Even in laughter I sometimes rock. How could I help but learn to speak When I've gone to school most every week? I gave you the time to do your work, And helped you your duties not to shirk. I am the clock on the study hall wall. For many years I've looked upon students, Some happy and gay, others in sorrow and woe. I've seen the long face of failure And also the smiling face of success. I've looked upon the pranks played by each class, Those played by both the lad and lass. - And in the quiet of the night when I am alone, My thoughts turn to those who have gone before. No, never again will I see their happy, smiling faces, And my heart becomes sad and lonely. I have watched your stealth while making boats, Or saw quick hands as they passed those notes. I've heard your almost endless chatter, And the scoldings you got which didn't matter. The ones to my left seldom make much noise, Since they study hard in order to advance in life. On the other side sit the ones who appear busy, But they're reading library books, or writing notes. I have seen the frowns on your faces as you glance at me, Wishing that my hands would soon point to four. And when I have ticked out the final hour, Remember that while you have been sitting there waiting for that hour, I have been hanging here, grieving at your departure. Now may I give you all some good advice, Please listen carefully and learn. Experience I gained these many years And profit from me you may earn. You musn't play or fool your time away, Lost time will not return again. And when 'tis time to measure out your pay Your knowledge, you will yearn for then. To all the seniors, I wish good luck, With troubles I hope they never run amuck. I watched them back in forty-three and four, And now I'll see them leave, to return no more. As the years roll on and on into the past, My face grows old and dimmed by time- Time that I myself am keeping. Yes, years may come and years may go, Nations may fall and others rise to take their places, But I, the clock on the study hall wall, Will remain with my memories that time cannot dim. --The Senior Class Echo -- 'I3 ,

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY In September 1942, one hundred and ten awkward and bashful students began their four year trek through high school. We took our first important step and elected the following officers: President ,.............. ................ B etty Ardary Vice President .,.,... ......, D onna Cruikshank Secretary r.....,.,... ...,.....,. B etty Brunetti Treasurer ...,...., Augustus Wolf Our first performance was in the Junior High School Operetta Hat's Off. After losing thirty-nine members we journeyed up to the Patton Building to become Sophomores. This year the boys took over and our officers were: President ....,.r,.....,.....,............,,.........,., John Harcarufka Vice President ..... Mickey Yacabucci Secretary ........,... ...,.,,..... W illiam Fye Treasurer .r.....,. ..,,... W illiam Husak The most important event of this year was the presentation of Billy's First Date. After a rather quiet Sophomore year, sixty-three of us became Juniors. During the course of the year we presented our literary: Light to Glory and The Great Joanne. Later in the year we presented our class play Thumbs Up , and to complete the year, we entertained the Seniors at the annual prom. We were under the leadership of: President ..,..,..,.... ..,.....,., A ugustus Wolf Vice President ....... ...., M ickey Yacabucci Secretary .,....... ,.... D orothy Gearhart Treasurer ..,... ...., ........ W illiam Fye Seniors at last, fifty-one of us. We are now on the last lap of our iourney through high school. We met one day and elected the following officers. President .......,...,,r......,,..,.,..........,..,..... John Harcarufka Vice President ,...... ..,........ U rban Mallon Secretary ,,..,....... ........ D orothy Gearhart Treasurer .......,. ...... L emoyne Westover Our first presentation was the Senior Varieties , The Laugh in the Dark and varieties of music and comedy. On March 15 we presented our last class play, A Mind of Her Own. Echo -12

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Here we are, Seniors at last. It is T946 and we are standing here looking out into the world. Now, we have all reached the top of our high school career. But what about tomorrow? Will we all be on the top ten years from now? We can picture our future as being a stairway of life. Some of us will reach the top of the flight, others will climb only to the middle steps, and a few won't even get on the first step. Those who stand on the top will work hard and long to achieve this goal iust as they did in their high school work. They know that they have done their best and they will be contented. Those who reach only the mid-point of their goal will get there because they didn't have the ambition to go further. They will be the ones who, in high school, tried to get by with doing doing as little as they could and by taking help from others. If, in the future, there isn't any one Echo -- With many glad steps, O, Seniors, you have reached the final climb in CHS, but Climb high Climb far for them to lean on, they will no doubt quit when the going gets tough. Then, there are the ones who will be at the bottom. Regardless of how hard society tries, there are always some on the bottom. They are the ones who think the world owes them a liv- ing, who blame their position on fate or on their fellow men. But, too often the fault is their own, for they lack the initiative to get out and do something for themselves. They say, l can't do it and stop trying. This attitude must not be taken, for there are too many in the world today who will say, l will do it. Yes, let's face it. How far we will mount on life's stairway will depend very much upon ourselves. So as we leave the gray stone walls of our high school, let us say to each other. I'Il see you again at the top of the stairway of life. 14 Your goal the sky Your aim the star