East High School - Sunrise Yearbook (Erie, PA)

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Eleanor Oliver Secretary Eugene Cotter Sarah Sisson President Treasurer Hyacinth Yaple Vice-President Senior Class History J Four years ago we entered East High as Freshman. We were a group of studious, and unsophisticated boys and girls. We had heard from other disillusioned Freshmen, of other years, that to be a Freshman is not the important office that it seems to be, so we entered quietly—and watched the seniors wistfully. The next year we were Sophomores, and having reached that blissful egotistical frame of mind, we lifted our heads and looked about us. Noting that little attention was paid to this we became even bolder, and would gladly have sponsored a dance or two, but this was promptly squelched, so we retired to the background once more. 14

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 Thelma Aspegren Eugene Cotter Howard Plate Hyacinth Yaple SENIOR CLASS HISTORY—(Continued) Then we became Juniors! At last we were being noticed! The Seniors seemed to awaken to the fact that we were alive! Whenever the Seniors needed help with any of their ventures, they turned to us, and we responded gladly—proud to be of any service to the dignified Seniors! In fact we became so fond of them that we attempted and achieved a Junior-Senior Prom. At last we won the goal that we had sought completely. We were Seniors! We elected our class officers and appointed various committees. We sponsored several dances, and some of our members took part in a School play ’’Out of the Air.” Then our Senior play, “Summer is a Cornin’ In,” the class worked hard to make the play a success, and to keep faith with Senior classes of other years which had done so commendably. The football team and the famous basketball team was supported enthusiastically by our class, and we watched each man of the different teams with pride and gratitude. However, without the support of our beloved faculty we could never have come through so victoriously to the crowning glory of Commencement day. Our faculty offered us their wisdom, and understanding, and guided our feet in the right paths. In every one of our hearts is a little shrine that will ever gleam brightly in their memory in the future years. Today, wejk stand on the threshold of our Alma Mater, and look into the future knowing nought what it may hold forth for each and every one of us. “Though one were as wise as Solomon And failed at never a task essayed: Had raced, a runner not yet outrun. What shall he say when none have stayed. And over the Campus the silent shade Of twilight falls, and the watchers know The ghost of a high school year is laid? What shall we say as we turn to go? Prince, to whom we erstwhile prayed. Of Heartfelt things that are whispered low; When throats catch and lips are afraid. What shall we say when we turn to go?” HYACINTH YAPLE 15