Evening High School - Owl Yearbook (Reading, PA)

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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--..-.-.?

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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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62 fx, O 0 0 Class Prophecy Fellow Schoolmates : With your kind permission, which you will give by remaining seated, I shall attempt to prophesy the future for this energetic and illustrious group of young men and Women, which at present number 35J!2 atoms to the molecule, Jack Koch accounting for the other one-half. Of course it is understood everything that is said is spoken in fun al- though you all know many a true word has been spoken in jest. So ladies and gentlemen prepare for the Worst, but do not judge the members of our Class by this-as it may be worse. Imagine yourselves about 35 years hence as we travel on a tour of our famed city and its surrounding territory and learn of the t'ate of my former classmates. Time, June 3, 1970. I arrived last night and immediately went to my hotel, This morning I arise in anticipation of a day to be spent in visiting my former classmates. Being a little early for my breakfast, I pick up my morning paper -a copy of the Birdsboro Monopoly. It is Jack Koch's masterpiece of his journalistic powers. Jack has become quite a success in journalism and this paper is the result of his life's work. His average daily income is about one A.M. Also he takes a ten-mile hike each day to keep up the circulation. At present he is under the doctor's care who forbids him to drink water so as not to ruin his iron constitution. Jack has not changed with the exception of one thing-he now believes in love. He admits it for he is happily married to the former Miss Clara Freese. Yes well, it eventually gets them all. I finish my breakfast and begin my tour. Strolling down the Main Stem, I come upon a beautiful and Well-lighted furniture store. The win- dows are lavishly trimmed and decorated. This, I find, is the work of Stella Grenko. She has made quite a success of herself in the field of In- terior Decorating and is seriously thinking of going into business of her own. In gold letters on the front ofthe store I read the inscription The Komfy Furniture Kompany, Leo Orth, proprietor. I enter and exchange greetings with him. He is a portly gentleman, full of face which is wreathed in smiles. As I remember he always was smiling back in his High School days and he has never stopped. In his employment is Irwin Kenderdine as salesman and demonstrator. At present he is demonstrating the proper use at 11 P.M. of a nice com- fortable arm-chair, ably assisted by Helen Epler. Leo says lrwin is the best demonstrator to be found. Well, Irwin has certainly changed. Back in his High School days he was the most bashful member of the class. I continue my stroll, going south of Penn, and presently come upon a more sombre display. It is the Gallman Undertaking Establishment. CLASS OF 1935 THE OWL