Farrell High School - Reflector Yearbook (Farrell, PA)

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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

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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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Class History Some one once said, “History will repeat itself.” However, the history of the class of ’19 cannot he equalled; such a history as ours will not he repeated. We have done our best for Farrell High and we are proud of the fact. Even as Freshies we were shining lights, brighter, according to faculty reports, than many of the classes that entered Farrell High. Of course we were a little “green” at times when we attended a social affair or took part in the literary program, but that “greenness” soon faded as the tlavs of our Freshman year passed by. The big social event of our Freshman year was a picnic held at Buhl Park on the last day of school. Needless to say, everyone enjoyed himself immensely and left school that year with happy thoughts in mind. The summer passed and September found us back again in school as Sophomores. We were not quite so foolish now and determined to make our Sophomore year amount to something. At the end of another happy year we reaped the harvest of the seed we had sown. Not one of us tailed in any subject. On the last day of school we held our annual Sophomore-Freshman picnic and everyone joined in saying that he had had “a perfectly swell time. Thus our Sophomore year came to a close. Again a summer passed and we returned in the fall as full-fledged Juniors. From that time on our school and social activities as well as our regular school work increased steadily. Our class held many socials in the “Gym” after games. We surely had good times at these parties. However, all these little socials were only leading to the big event of the year, the Junior-Senior banquet. About the middle of the year our class was diminished by one. That one was Raleigh Moody, who had answered Uncle Sam’s call and was now in uniform. We are proud to think that Raleigh was one of our number. The big event arrived. The banquet was held in the gymnasium after the graduation exercises. The banquet took on the aspect of a patriotic Twenty