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

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She’s font! of the Freshmen fellows In fact she was every year. The reason for this she says is Their ways are so cute and dear. Lydia Miller who likes to be heard Goes flying down the aisles. She is easily brought to anger And as easily brought to smiles. As I gaze adown Ye Old Row A, There’s many a face I pass, But 1 stop amazed and with wonder I gaze On Reilly the wit of the class. He’s quite a wonderful singer, Whose voice goes ever so low. But its due to drinking sodas. And talking so much, you know. They call him the “Necktie Wonder,’’ And he’s a Harp at that. But he’s true blue and Irish all through. So we call him our wonderful “Pat.’’ The same as others we also have Our group of married men. There’s Gciscr, Durand, Romig and Rice And of course Miller thrown in. Rube Miller is indeed our married man: You can see him any night Slowly trudging up the hill With the aid of the college lights. Next comes Stan Genther, the manly man, What ever he doth “Duerr say, I’m loath to impart that he’s lost his heart, For the smile of a maiden gay. Harold Williamson’s quite a studious fellow So bashful, grave and coy, So terribly afraid that to smile at a maid Would shock this sweet, timid boy. George Miller our Junto editor, And Russell Seiple combined Are the geniuses of our class-rooms, So learned, so wise, so refined. Of Mo Sherer I've nothing to say. Except that he’s fond of Miss Schmell: But why poor Mo should pine for her so Is more than I can tell. lie’s also known as the “Kid. Rather silly at times you know. With a lolly-pop here and a lolly-pop there And a rattle or horn to blow. Kline is a jolly fellow, In truthful prose or rhyme. His childish ways are due to his age. His sense will increase with time. Ben Harrison is our musician. Did you ever hear him play? At the orchestra glance and you’ll long for a dance To his music so lively and gay.

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We also have our gigglers, Miss Updegrove the worst. And when she Hops down in her place You’d think her seat would burst. She travels with Miss Quiri And a funny pair they are Like the fat and lean of a side show. That arc brought from lands afar. Brinkcr, Bitzer, Arnold and Randolph Finish the giggling group. And if they'd travel in a circus. They’d be called the laughing troupe. Were you ever sitting quiet And were suddenly disturbed? And it seemed a very whirlwind In the distance could lx heard? And you gazed around in wonder To behold the awful sight. But 'twas only Mary Crcveling In her noisy, shuffling flight. As a talker she’s unequalled: But you know she is engaged. And you never can expect much When a person has this rage. Then comes Dot Crater with her “Frank” ways, Who laughs and talks by the hour. She’s a sweet little miss, most pleasant to kiss In a nice, cool, shady Bauer.” 3 And next about my friend Sadie Grube, Who thinks everything is a jest. Did you ever watch that longing gaze Towards the clock as she sits at rest? Sadie plans and longs for the time to come When she won’t have to trot to school: For the one thing she detests in life Is to be under a teacher’s rule. She comes to school late every day, I wondered the reason why. Well, she entertains ‘most every night While the stars blink in the sky. Miss Hart ling is as cold as Diana. For her to condescend On equal terms with others Would indeed this maid offend. Marie Abbott and Marion Abel I lave implored me day and night To spare them, the humiliation, Of bringing their faults to light. They are afraid that some one from Kerch’s Might happen here to day. Should I tell ali I know about them. It would give them completely away. Miss White is the human ostrich. Who cats the live long day. Candy, peanuts or pickles Or anything comes her way. «9

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Dan Blackburn is our athlete, Who wins victories great and small. He’s a wonderful lad neither good nor bad, But his height is unusually tall. Next comes 4,ASIT' Tilton with his fog-horn voice. And liis cheeks so rosy too, I le reminds us of some great animal Let loose from a foreign zoo. In manners we find him quite lacking. His wits arc “not all there, But he can use some dialect. That burns the very air. Next comes Hay and Hcrster, Or rather “Hod and “Babe, Who only have three desires in life Some tobacco, a pipe, and a maid Sid Larkin is our orator At least he claims to be, But there are others who if given a chance, Can talk as loud as lie. Last comes the president of our class, Mr. Giberson by name, Who struts along with stately mien His importance to proclaim. Now I’ve spoken to you in kindness, And some I've tried to correct. So I hope you’ll not be offended, Where I’ve shown but little respect. Let me remind you of our motto. Which is known from pole to pole. “There’s no victory without a struggle,” Let us strive to reach the goal. I’ll end my task with pleasure That was begun with fear, Remember there are only a few months more ’Til the end of our High School career. And take this parting message now, The words of the bard sublime. “All arc architects of fate, Working in these walls of Time; Some with massive deeds and great. Some with ornaments of rhyme. Build to-day then, strong and sure With a firm and ample base; And ascending and secure Shall tomorrow find its place.” M