East Huntingdon High School - Mirror Yearbook (Alverton, PA)

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Senior Class Song QTi1ne 2 Sai1ing j I-Old Orange and Black leaves school this year, And with it goes this Class so dear. This is the Class of 1920, Of knowledge iwe have -got a plenty. So dear schoolmates, this year we separate. Our Future's left to Fortune and to Fate. Chorus:- Farewell to our schoolmates, and to old E. H. H. S. We are sorry to leave you we must confess. We'll :gwo sailinig over the sea of life, For many a day we'll -go astray, . Before we have reached Success. We'll 'go sailing over the sea of life, For many a day we'll go astray, Before we've reached Success. 2-W6 say -goodibye to History, to Latin, French, and Botany. But these studies with all the rest, W'il1 help us to stand the great test. Schoolmates, we work 'to gain the goal of -life. VVe'll think of you, through all our toil and strife. 3-'Bllf we do not expect to stop, our education at this spot We will twork hard to enter College. And there add more to our knowledge. But as we near -the object of our -fight, Thoughts of school days will put worries to flight. THE BALLAD OF THE BARK OF 1920 As Freshmen- The wind was calm, ithe ocean smooth, Our ship put out to seag We -were so fgreen, we were 'not seen, No 'contrast don't you see. It was the ship of NIO plus IOU Forty lubibiers 'were our icrefwg We shoved her off with all our pe-p To sail the High School 'blue. For quite a while ,we sailed fast And everything went wellg We didn t think of ways or means The raging sea to quell. But soon the waves came dashing high And iwashed some over board, The rest of us hadn't time to cry But daily thanked the Lord. And then examinations caime How easy -some would oft exclaim But some were not possessed of head They had to work or Hunk instead. But throuigh all this we 'gaubies came We braved the isquabble well Proud Sophies then we all became- Our heads began to swell!

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IVY PEARL RUTTER Hunker, Pa. liditior in Chief, Re-Echo Staff. Second Honor Student. -tzlcckn All school hooks are to be chewed and digest- ed, says Zeek. Oh, yes! Of course she can smile,- what made you think she couldnlt? It is as easy tor her to smile as it is for her not to know her lessons. Zeeik has great expectations of 'be- coming a successful school teacher and later a great Historian. She is a girl who has a head and lurain worth owning, a tgirl who never gives up what she has set out to accomplish and one who is never discouraged no matter what disappoint- ments imight confront her. l'I.XZEl. FICRXIC Sl'llVELY Scottdale, Pa. Class Secretary 3. Class Play 4. Farmer Lead me out Charlie. Yes this is Farmerf' one ot our good Seniors. who tends to her own husiness, and who 11ever says much hut thinks a great deal. Ui'ILl'lllC1'l' talks a0'lllC'VVllllt in her 5-.Lv..2.. Y. slr p ut nt told and dream. ot littlt ind cub hunch-hacks, men, Fords. etc. This accounts 'lol' her not talking' much when she is awake. She has a good hold on common sen ' Hut with all this Farmer is a man's lady and knows how to kid, tlirt, and love. Nevertheless Q - '- - nines. se and makes use of it. l llazel is a hard worker and we are sure that she ' - will be a snccicss in lite. - l.lClL.X MATILDA XVILLIAMS Rutfsdale, Pa. f Class Reporter of Re-Echo. Contest 3. Class Play 3. 4. Till Silently one hy one they leave me. Take a look at this elongated piece of evaporated human- ity lor a dreamy and sentimental expression. Her main purpose in life seems to he getting a husband hut as yet she has failed in the attempt. Don't worry Till some little hooh with a thig heart will fall for that sentimental stuff and 'it will eind in: imatrimony. Then you will find that married life is not what you paint it. XVith all this craze, Matilda is a hard t?J worker and has helped to make this hook possihle. Her ability as a. reader was recognized in the Sumner-VVehster Contest and junior Class Play of IQ-IQ. Go to it Till We wish you success.

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As bophomores- We scratched our heads beyond -its bounds Our old hats wouldn't fit, We thought we could read Caesar When we cou1dn't read a bit. We thought 'we 'were old gauibs and tarsg We thought we could man a shipg We weren't afraid of sand-bars Or any fresh-ie's lip, But soon the swelling passed away And found ourselves, we did. We were not what -we thought we were VVe donned o-ur first old lid. I-t was a tough old year, you bet, The sea again came Wild- We took the waves Qand they were wetb VVe seldom ever smiled. But soon the stormy storm was o'er, The sea again was tame, We tinished up another year And Juniors we becamei is Juniors- Let's heave the hook and let he-r buzz, Since we are juniors now, Letls make old Neptune sera-tch his fuzz, And wonder why the row. With this new maxim in our beans, We churned the little pools, We tramped the deck and swore by heck And vengeance to the rules. For p-irates all of us were lmeant, Our -fame spread through four zonesg And everywhere -that our raft went, She How the skull and bones. So many battles we did gain, So much did we disturb- That even our old cap himself Called us, Les Plus Superbelsf' As Seniors- - But now we're seasoned, aged and cured, We're old birds at the game, And though the sea is wild and rough We -pour oil on the same. There are but sixteen of us now Twenty-four have left our crew- Bu-t those who stayed have got the .grit To try if not to do. VVe're ready now to sail the sea Of life, and scrap with mother earthg - To live, as is 1-ike man and wife, Or fatten fist or purse. Sometimes we didn't give a darn And all were mutineers VVe'd slap each other on the jalw And 'pull each other's ears. So if Fight wins a man success fFor fight we always couldj Upon this stormy sea of life There's hope' we'll all make g-ood. I 1 i V 1