Easton Area High School - Rechauffe Yearbook (Easton, PA)

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Class Poem READ ON CLASS DAY By Marion Weaver Crowning the crew of the study hill Every Thursday at Bushkill Park Apart from the din of the dizzy street. Stands the old school-house we used to fill With the songs that memory will oft repeat. Cliding o'er the dancing floor, Prank Heck's massive form you'll mark Waltzing 'till his feet are sore. In fancy we're newcomers once again And tremble and halt at the door. Then Sophomores bold as Juniors reign Then Seniors whose years are four. If you ask Tom's favorite pastime He will answer with a grin, Perk and I stroll up the Weygadt To see Paxinosa Inn.” Now a garland of verse to bestow on the boys Some rhymes for the girls in their praise. Ere the farewell is said, that our Union destroys And we go on our several ways. Chidsey's seat is often vacant When the weather turns out fine. For like Tom to rural strolling On such days he does in-“Klinc.” Before wc part we review the past. We count up the lost and those who remain, We picture each oivc for this look is the last We note all the traits that have grown so plain. Arthur Beilin you'll surprise us Some day by your cogitations. When your book you wish to publish, Ixt Zellers draw the illustrations. And first we will take our stalwart boys Those handsome fellows brave and bold. Every one their wit enjoys Is this truth that I have told? Kern wins on field and Ben on track. Three cheers for Easton High, Oft they brought live victory back Their fame shall never die. »3

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Unlike former Classes, we have endeavored to keep our social functions in some way connected with our school work. For that purpose a historical club was organized in our Junior year, which is still prospering. Its mcctiugs arc held mouthly and enjoyed by all. The closing scenes of our High School life have conic upon us. Soon we will leave the High School for our various paths in life. For four years we have trodden the same path, which led to the High School on the Hill, and have shared with one another our victories aud defeats. Each one of us must travel a different pathway—the pathway of life—and aim at that goal which he has chosen or may choose ; and we grant that we may perform our duties with honor, both to ourselves and to Easton High School. These few remarks are but the beginning of the history of the Class of 1906. It will be the duty of the future historian of Easton—or perhaps of the United States—to finish this uncompleted work. Frank T. G. Heck.

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George told me one day in tone sincere. That hi bashfulne worried him greatly. Ha anyone el e in the gathering here Found Sitgreave cold and stately? Diana i cold and ever serene And George perhaps ha learned reierve. But when in Philliptbnrg he i seen You’d never think he was lacking in iservc. Our class has musical talent 'lis true. The mandolin club has won great fame. There's Manager Snyder. Tom. Fultcn and Joe But whoever thought Beilin had a musical aim. Where, oh where were the glee clnb boy ? Their songs this year we never heard. In the play, 'tis true they nude some noise. Especially Mutchler who sang like a bird. Our high C soprano Frank Irmschlcr can charm The heart of a cabbage or even of a stone. And Riey in Chinaman's garb would alarm With his awful base, a king on his throne. Robert and Frank, two studious lads Were favorites down in room C, The teacher loved to hear their jokes And nevcr(?) checked their glee. Ed. Spann i our prophet wise. But he has forgotten one That Irmschler never will be Dunn With curly locks and azure eyes. Wee little Harry Cyphers has Turned out such a popular boy. That his hat has grown too small for him Which all his friends enjoy. Indeed he's such a winsome lad That the teachers all declare. If Harry doesn't soon depart Thty'll give up in despair. Two score lassies and eight more In ts©$ their honors claim. Some are jolly, some serene, , And far off lands will hear their fame. 4