Farrell High School - Reflector Yearbook (Farrell, PA)

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Page 26 iThr Hrflrrtar 1922 iUrmitrira nf ’22 Four happy years we have wended our way Through the work and fun of old Farrell High, And now let come to pass what may, We must spread our wings and prepare to fly. Life’s flight spreads before us with a fate we do not know Maybe ’tis struggle or perhaps it is fame. But whatever we be or wherever we go, One bright, splendorous vision will always remain. We will ever remember our High School career, The friends we made, the lessons we learned, Our difficulties met without fear And praise bestowed where praise had been earned. The things we forget will only be two, The petty quarrels and the little troubles. We’re seniors now, of the gold and blue. And the mean little things float off as faded bubbles. We are thinking now of just the joy and glory Of working and playing and of being chums, Of each prank, trick, joy and humorous story. And Oh, we are sorry leave-taking time has come. How our hearts cherish the dewy red rose, The flowery emblem and the noble sign While Class “Twenty-Two” cherished and chose As the mark of our work and good will for all time. The colors we love are those of our class, God meant them for us, the red and white. The red stands for courage and strength of our class, The other for purity, faith and honor of right. What a wonderful thing our class motto seems! The words it contains are few and small, But oh. what honor and fame it brings To the senior who follows “Strive Upward” that’s all. And now we beseech you, memorable friend, Do not forget, but be loyal and true, As the years roll by and your memory’s trend Recalls to your thoughts the class of twenty-two. G. H., ’22

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1922 (thr iRrflrrtur Page 25 plays for Alfred Schermer, who is now a clown in Barnum and Bailey Circus. When I glanced again into the mirror, in the operating room of a large charity hospital, I recognized Milton Klein, head surgeon, and Lawrence Green, a successful doctor. Madeline Scott was one of the matrons, just as patient as ever. Billy Thomas and John Hetra had accomplished their greatest desire and had become professional baseball players. John Mixer is now a pastor of a Methodist church. Gertrude lams is the choir leader. A part of Chicago’s business section showed to me a large Wool worth Five and Ten Cent Store of which Philip Foley is the manager. Mary Miles is Philip’s private secretary. Margaret Roux, now Mrs. Foley, has just entered and has passed into Mr. Foley’s office. Then a school building appeared and Mary Uber is teaching fourth grade, while not far away Stella Thompson is teaching sixth grade. Ida Remaley, gentle and kind as usual, is teaching kindergarten This time the magic mirror showed to me a home in California. Not far away I saw Mrs. McHugh, nee Nell Stillstrom, and Robert Luckey, who leads a band almost equal to Sousa’s famous band, playing tennis. Again a laboratory, where I saw Tony Pintar, chief chemist, and Tony Kilbert, his assistant, proving some of the mysteries of chemistry. As the next picture passed, I saw Cecil Guffey, living in Meadville, teaching elocution in Allegheny College. An office in a department store flashed across the mirror. Bill Car-dille was arguing with the head dressmaker, Helen Somogyi. The picture which I saw next was a court room, and Mary Scardina, who was recently admitted to the bar, argued her first case. Beulah Smith’s name was posted before a theatre. Beulah had captivated New York with her beautiful voice. Then the last picture, a picture of our “Alma Mater.” As the last picture faded away I stood gazing at the mirror, wishing that I could again visit all my class mates of ’22. O. A., ’22

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1922 (The Srflpftot Page 27 (Class linsm In the little town of Farrell at the side of dear Shenango, On a pleasant summer morning, Farrell Hi stood open waiting. Bright above it shown the heavens. O’er the street came shouting, laughing. Something in the hazy distance, Something in the mists of morning, It came leaping, jumping, running, Coming nearer, nearer, nearer, It it not the car of Wheatland, Nor the street car of the morning. But, the great, great class of ’22. From the doors came all the teachers with their hands aloft in sign of welcome, And they cried and spoke in their learned tongue. Beautiful is our work, of strangers, When you come so far to learn it All our school in peace awaits you, You shall enter all our class rooms, You shall learn to know and care for, All zeros (A marks) on your grade cards, So they enter as bright Freshmen, Learned new truths before unheard of, Thus we see our class of ’22. Now as Sophomores ever blithely,. Through their lessons fairly tripping. Now as Juniors we behold them, Ever brilliant, shining, flashing, quickly goes the year before them. Seniors now again we see them. Deeds of valor now accomplished Show the greatness of our class. Now as bright are careful people They depart with happy laughter. Slowly o’er the summering landscape In the evening dusk and coolness They have waved their hands in parting. Thus departing we have great honors Class of ’22, ever famous On the purple mists of evening, , Ever shining, ever gleaming On the pathway of success. Mixer, ’22