Fosdick Masten Park High School - Chronicle Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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THE CHRONICLE ALFREDA R. KUIVIPF 6' F r e id a And then she would talkg Ye Gods! how she would talk. LEONARD N. LAKSER H I.. 6 1'l H His concluct right, but his argument wrong. HILDAGARD LAUNSPACH- H i 1 1 i e Thine eyes shall strike a heavy knell, For all have hearts-yes, girls as well. FRANK A. LEARIVIAN H F r a n The encl must justify the means. C-ERTRUDE. LEININGER H G e r t H So well she knows her own mind, that what she wills to say, seems wisest, vir- tuousest, cliscreetest, best. ' GEORGE L. LEITZE H G e o r g e H A goocl archer is not known by his arrows, but hy his aimf, CLARA O. LESSWING C l a i r e Of all the schoolrooms, East or West, The school of Nature l love best. MARY R. LOCKE. H L o c k i e My own thoughts are my companions. ROLAND E. LOGEL R o e U 'GA happy man is one who takes pains. MARIE C. LONG l even think that sentimentally I am disposed to harmony. But organically, l am incapable of a tune.

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THE CHRONICLE HELEN SCOTT KING 4' B o h IJ y H Begone dull careg thou and I shall never agree. ALICE E. KLOKKE .. A 1 ,, I everywhere am thinking Of thy blue eyes' sweet smile: A sea of blue thought spreacling, Over my heart the while. ESTI-IER IVI. KLUG E s t Wondrous is the strength of cheerfulnessf' ERNA B. KOBERSTEIN 4-Elrnn 1. At all times of the clay She has something to say. ESTI-IER M. KOEHLER E s s What a sweet delight a quiet life aflsorclsf' EUNICE L. KOEPF H E u n i e H A quiet damsel, whose most noticeable trait seems to he speaking when spoken tof' LADISLAUS KONOWALSKI L a d ' A merry heart hath he. DOROTHY L. KRAUS D o t Once she left these halls of learning, but soon returneclf' BERNARD KUJAWA ' H B e r n N Slow and easy goes far in a clayf' DAVID j. KULICK D a v e Attain what you attemptf,

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THE CHRONICLE ROY A. LORD .. R 0 y .. Never run after a girl or a street car, Tl1ere'll be another one along in a min ute.', LOUIS LOVE Lou I-Ie can play the savageness out of even a liar. NORMAN C. MCDONALD M a c O, the sun! 'tis the apple of my eye. ALVIN C. IVIACKLEIVI H IVI a c Plays well the game. IGNATIUS L. MADAY it .. .I g g y ,l n I lx I-Ie loves ITIUSIC, for music s sake. FLORENCE C. IVIAISCI-IOSS H F l o s s y Hskillecl in the art of lmomemaking Ancl the art of being kind. EVELYN E. MARCHAND ..Ev.. But in tl'1y black eyes sparkling spell Mystery ancl mischief dwell. WILMA C. MAUNZ There is no royal roarcl to geometry. MARY A. MEHNERT Mary likes poetry, ancl often yearns To write like Scott, ancl Bobby Burns. THEODORE C. MEIBOHM T e d Tl1ougl'1ts are mighty, mighty.