Fairport Harding High School - Harbor Light Yearbook (Fairport Harbor, OH)

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Top Row Bottom Row James Greig Edutor Davud Hakojarvu Sports Eduto Ida Szuhay Typist Grace Esterhay Typnst Richard Roberts Business Manager Maynard Tantre Artnst Haabaa iglrt gem?

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emofz a usfofzy JOY YOLJPPI l939' Much to the surpruse of veteran l-lardung hugh school students there appeared un l939 a pack of gremluns who defunutely dud not have theur muttens laced We had lust been bug shots at Mcliunley school when we were WAYNER suxth grade and now ut was really apRALJLlNG to hax some comePETEtuon To be FRANK we were lost learnung whuch DORIS the rught one to go through Eughth grade no duffucultues we were begunnung to feel at l-lOLM at l-lardung We used to CRAM ERuthmetuc Englush and husTUURl unto ou yet somewhat feeble munds We acted luke a bunch of LUNKA heads most ofthe tume But the tume went so fast we had to GASRER breath lt was the JOY of our lufe to be on furst floor funally In our uunuor year we couldnt KOVACS a football game we had to keep busy sellung refreshments un And we SHIRLEY had a swell tume at the prom' The gurls put DON theur new dresses and looked MORRIE less luke GRACEful ladues very KlSl-lable' Each one went wuth the one he lDAluzed and the boys remem bered each pount of CLJRTlSy We danced to the very popular tunes of O'd Black JOE and Way JOAN Upon the Swanee Ruver Oh Yeah' Senuors' We were on TUBBA the world' We used to TLJOKKOLAt un most of our classes but we managed to get at least an earful every day Q97 One DAVID be brulluant the next day we d be dumber than the teacher oops' Wuth our senuor days came the funal football season of our hugh school days We watched our heroes GREIG LEE RASMUSSEN TANTRE and others KLUMPl-lung down the green for an undefeated untued record How dud they JENArate all that energy dud they EDE bowl of Wheatues every mornungp lt was no POHTO funush euther they defunutely and absolutely trounced every team they met up wuth' Ah' Them days us gone forever EpBALOGH We can t STAN back any longer forty fuvers we have to start reachung for a new hOROSZon Every BOYER GURLEY of our class has a defunute place un the world We hope wuth all our hearts that each one of us wull JUZNA rught road to follow when we enter the wude wude world ' GI H ' order to earn a BENNY or two to finance the prom coming up in the spring.

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CLASS POEM me CJ L' Madnson Caweun They are the wlse who look before Nor tear to look behlnd Who nn the darkness stall lgnore Pale shadows of the rnnnd Who havlng lost though loss be much Stall dare to dream and do For what was shattered at a touch lt may be mended too The House of Lute has many a door That leads to many a room And only they who look before Shall wan from out nts gloom Who stand and slgh and look behind Regretful of the past years No room of all those rooms shall fund That ns not tulled with fears Tas better not to stop or stay But set all tear asude Fling wlde the door whate er the way And enter at a strsde gh 6 .6 ' J 1 1 1 1 1 f I . 1 1 1 1 - . 1 1 , . , 1 1