Farrell High School - Reflector Yearbook (Farrell, PA)

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Senior Class OFFICERS President, Homer Sehell Vice President, Max Markovitz Secretary, Gladys Longwill Treasurer, Miss Livingood Class Motto: Class Colors: “Our Care’s For the Future” Silver and Gold CLASS YELL Chore, Chore, Who For? We’re the Farrell Hi Senior, We’re the best that has been seen For we are the class of ’19. CLASS ROLL Mary Bovard Samuel Adler Marie Bowen John Connair Anna Broscoe Clifford Hepler Myrna Dunham John Konnerth Bessie Evans John Kozar Estella Johnston Frank Kress Rose La Camera Max Markovitz Gladys Longwill Joseph O’Brien Rose Rosenblum Harold Rumbel Helen Sage Sam Sayers Doris Shilling Homer Sehell Stella Teilhet Martin Schell Phyllis Turner Wilhelm Van Natten Eighteen

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Seventeen

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Poem Four short years have passed away, Four short years, how they did fly, It seems as if t'were yesterday, We entered Farrell High. Last night we were hut Freshmen, Tonight our school days o'er, Last night we faced the threshold, Tonight we pass the door. Yes, when we were Freshmen, We laughed in the Senior's face; We smiled to think they hated To leave the “Dear Old Place. We thought if we were Seniors And the parting day had come, We'd be so glad to get away We'd drop our books and run. We'd run as fast as we could go, We'd never stop to look, We'd be so glad to leave without The thought of school or book. We never listened for the bell, Or tried to be on time; We seemed to reach the school house To hear the tardy chime. Hating our teachers, every one Mean things of them we'd say; But to them we owe our thanks For what we are today. If we had rules to study, We all sat there and dozed, Our lessons we never finished, Our books were always closed. But then we were but Freshmen, And had no cares at all, If in vict'rv we should rise Or in defeat should fall. But now we've grown to Seniors, Our views are greatly changed, We look upon the other side, Our minds arc higher ranged. We're Seniors, yes, we're Seniors, With all our school days o'er, Fame stands on the corner, And fate knocks at the door. Now the dreaded day has come at last, The day when we must part, We haven't time to wait and mourn, Life's journey we must start. We think of when as Freshmen, We longed for the great day, But now, how thankful we should be If they would let us stay. We bid farewell to the Freshmen, Sophomores and Juniors too, For now we leave the High School, To dwell apart from you. Mvrna A. Dunham, '10. Nineteen