Evening High School - Owl Yearbook (Reading, PA)

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CLASS OF 1935 F 00 U W ,, o Poems by NOW THAT WE ARE SENIORS VVhat a difference just four years can mean, VV'hile Freshmen we would wait and dream Of the happy day when we'd obtain The Seniors, privileges and name. 'We said, 'SHow splendid it will be To govern and wield authorityf, But little then did we realize NVhat Seniors must do to win the prize. NVe longed for the time we could say with delight. UI can't go to Class, we've a meeting tonight. XVe could dash through the halls, rouse a teacher or twog Ah, yes, 'twas great to look forward to. Now, as Seniors we wish we could be Freshmen again, irresponsible, care freeg To be sure we would be unimportant again, NVith exams before us in one endless chain. Hut, nevertheless, I still must insist, l'd like my name on the l reshmen list. I'd like to look forward, be able to say, Yes, l'll he a Senior, too, some day. AGNES KRAMER. ,.,,,A,f,,7-- FAREWELL The march is ended, we say with regret, These years of happiness we'll never forget, Our days were filled with joy and song, But now these days are almost gone. NVhat the morrow will bring No one knows or Can tell. How we still wish to cling: To this beloved Castle. Sing when our hearts are heavy? Can we sing when we say boodbye? As we part from our Alma Mater, VVe say farewell with a sigh. HENRY F. GALLYMAN. A-Q,7, THE STORM Hark! 'Tis nature at her best, When all is still, and all at rest, 'Tis the calm before the storm, On wings of wind, a cloud is born. Silence! 'Tis nature blest. OTHl'lI.lA SCHNAIEEI.. Z5 O the Class A DAY'S JOURNEY Life is but one great journey, Through which we travel all day, VVe start at the break of ea1'ly dawn On a happy, brigzht and cheery morn. XVI: hear the robins sing their praise In thanks to God with glory ablaze, The flowers all nod a cheery good morning In the quiet-like breeze that is softly blowing. As we continue on through the day, XVC stop our childish, simple play, iYe're men now, every one and all, Leaving our school's stately halls. Our real life now seems to begin In this old world with all its sing VVe're tempted., perhaps, to do unjust things, .Xnd later sorrow to our heart elings. Hut at last dusk begins to fall, Laying a dark blanket over us all, XYC know our day of reckoning is hereg Just then we start to heeome sincere. Life is our best teacher, we all shall find As we look back to our daily grind, We ta ke great pride in our ended work, And hope God will forgive his unjust Clerk. JOHN S'1'OFFKO. COME ON-SMILE Have you ever tho't how rich we are tho' we may not have a cent, How many things we folks receive, yet filled with discontent, XVe talk about depression and complain about our lot? Listen, folks, complaints like that are just plain tommy-rot. VVhen in the morning you arise, do you ever pause to think That the chain of hours ahead might be missing just one link To make the day a happy one? Perhaps that link is you, And if you'd smile throughout the day, you yvouldn't feel so blue. ETHEI. V. GROFF, June '35. THE OWL

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CLASS OF 1935 At last they saw the splendid city of their forefathers, covering the ground as the sand dunes cover the desert. Low buildings were laid out in irregular rows showing streets such as rivers cut on their way through the ravines. They got lodging at the largest inn so as to hear the gossip. Each night, under the dim light of their room, they related to each other that which had been learned. The three messengers remained in Granada for a full moon. Upon their return home they were greeted heartily and a great feast was prepared for them. Each messenger related his interesting findings to the delight of everbody. All hands worked hard to bring results to this great undertaking of the march to their forsaken land. They finally arrived at the city after much difficulty. The day had come for them to fight for the city of their yearnings. A last word of in- structions was given before their desperate attempt on the city. The tribes were separated and sent on their way to enter the city from all the gates. It was a great surprise to the Goths to find themselves sur- rounded by their enemy. The regular Goth soldiers had been badly beaten by a barbarous north- ern tribe and offered little resistance .to the Granacians. After days of joyous festivals, the heroes of the fights traveled to the Alhambra, which had at one time been a splendid, jeweled palace of the ruler. It was now a sorrowful sight to behold. When it had been in its splendor, it had had a stone carving over the gateway. This carving of massive size featured a hand reaching for a key. This was the symbol of life to the Granacians. Old legends predicted that when the hand would grasp the key, the people would return to their land to live in peace and plenty. This arch had fallen into ruin and the key crumbled together with the carving of the hand-the prophesy has been fulfilled. -Irwin F. Kenderdifxe, Jr. THE QQTTMWG' W G T T

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CLASS OF 1935 SUCCESS Success is not reached at a single bound, But We build the ladders by which we rise From lowly paths io a higher prize, For we mount to its summit round by round. YVe reach great heights by things beneath, By what we do, not what we receive, For only by doing can we achieve The will to vanquish failure and grief. lflach morning calls us to lifc, to light: VVith hope, aspirations and with trust WVe greet each day and say it must Bring success closer ere the night. But our hearts grow weary, sad, forlorn, The day holds naught but obstacles grim, The world at its best looks dark and dim, And ere the night our souls are tired and worn. NVe are but human and cannot Hy XVith wings as angels beyond the call Of earthly things. Each time we fall V.'e struggle up, hope, resolve anev and try. Success is not reached at a single hound, But we build the ladder by which we rise From lowly paths to a higher prize, For we mount to its summit round by round MARY I.ElNINGl'lli. 77... ...Q-4,10 KEEP SMILINC lJon't let troubles lnolcst you, Smile and chase them awayg liach cloud has a silver lining, You'll see it too some day. l7on't let your heart be heavy, Smile and don't feel blue, Remember that there is a Helper, And he'll take care of you. So smile, tho' your heart be aching, Don't let the world know you're throughg Keep your chin up, and head erect, And others will follow, too. OO APOLOGIES TO MARY LEININGER NVhile walking thru the halls one night, I saw a very sorry sightg A senior who is known to all IVas seated at the end of the hall. I will, she said, a poem complete Before I leave this very seat. And so, she started with a lineg Indeed, thc first one sounded fine. Her patience, it could not be beat, And really, folks, you missed a. treat, For tho' the first line was just right, The second one was sure a fright. .Xn English teacher passing by, Head it and heared a great big sigh. She said, Dear Mary, try againg That second line is not quite sane. Mary gripped her pencil tighter, Her eyes with tears looked so much brighter. Ah yes, 'tis sad, but oh, so true, Poetic genius comes to few. Time marched on, and close to ten I chanccd to pass her chair again, The tears were gone from her beautiful eyes, .Xnd she fiaid to mc, Surprise! Surprise. A paper she thrust right into my hand. Read it, she said, 'tyou'll say it's grand. Into the Year Book it surely will go, For it has sentiment, that much I know. Now, folks, you surely will agree That patience won, so hear my plea-- NVhen you see Mary, be politeg Tell her her poem sounded right. M.'XliY'S PUEM I've tried and tried to write a rhyme, Indeed, l've spent a lot of time Trying to write a word of praise To teachers who are in a daze. FTIIEI. V. Glt0I4'F. 0TIIl'lI.I.X SCHNAlSl'lI,. -A--0--e--- 6 QW THE owl. - m--..-.-.?