Farrell High School - Reflector Yearbook (Farrell, PA)

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1025 Page 25 -1E2 - FLECTORjfe 49. MARGARET PRITCHARD. List not to the idle charmer. Scorn the very specious lie; Only in the fancy liveth This deceiver, “By-and-by.” 50. JOHN SARCINELLA, Life is made of smallest fragments, Shade and sunshine, work and play; So may we, with greater profit, Learn a little every day. 51. JOHN SCHMIDT, Sly, but sincere—ingenuously inclined. 52. BENJAMIN STAHL, Every day has some new task For your hand; Do it bravely—thats the way. Life grows grand. 53. HOWARD UBER, He carved that dream on the yielding stone, With many a sharp incision. 54. MYRTLE SKUSE, No one sits up to wait, Though she is out so late, All know she’s at the gate, T alking with somebody. 55. MARGARET WELLER, Too blest if it tell me that, mid the gay cheer, Some kind voice has murmured, “I wish he were here!”

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Page 2U 1925 FLECTOR 40. KATHERINE MOORE. I laugh at the lore and pride of man. At the sophist schools, and the learned clan. 41. ROSEMORACA, There is no dearth of kindness. In this world of ours; Only in our blindness We gather thorns for flowers! 42. JOSEPH MOSES, 1 want the voice of honest praise, To follow me behind, And to be thought in future days The friend of human kind. 43. ANDREW MUNTEAN, The mighty master smiled to see That love was in the next degree; ‘Twas but a kindred sound to move. For pity melts the mind to love. 44. CARROL NOLAN, Your noble presence, dignified and stately, With inexperience we adore. 45. IDA NUGENT, ‘Tis only noble to be good; Kind hearts are more than coronets. 46. WILLIAM PINTAR, What I here propound is true—because I have said it. 47. LUELLA POLLARD, Triumph and joy are twins; and aye Joy suns the cloud of sorrow; And ’tis the martyrdom of today Brings victory tomorrow. 48. MARGARET REESE, 1 he path of youth winds down through many a vale, And on the brink of many a dread abyss.

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192n ’WE FLECT Farewell Old Alma Mater No words can spell our debt to you Farrell Hi, we owe you all. Your walls of learning still enclose The fragments of our griefs and woes, Farrell Hi, we’ve felt you call. What trivial act of Fate could end Our good will for your needs. We owe you more than we can say; We owe more than we’ll e’er repay You to realize our needs. ’Tis sad that we must part old friend. To part, mayhap forever. Knowledge is not to buy or vend, 1 Only a keepsake from a friend, A guide to sane endeavor. We can’t leave thee too soon, it seems, But, we are leaving you. We took of knowledge, but are not Prepared to do our assigned lot; We’re only half way through. How slow our hearts within us beat. We can’t do more than sigh. A vision ever haunting steals Upon our thoughts, how strange it feels E’en ere with life we vie. The future only a dream will be Dreaming of you, Farrell Hi. We realize that this step in life, Does not end our earthly strife. Sweet dreams, Farrell Hi, Good-bye A. B. Jr, ’25.