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

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The CHRONICLE JOSEPHINE C. CORTESE And still with laughter song and shout Spin the great wheel of earth about. MIRIAM S. CRISTALL Among other virtues, happy-go-lucky And all her curls Are the envy of the girls Who think them exceedingly ducky. WALTER H. CURFMAN Walt The business of Art is not to represent things as Nature makes them, but as she ought to make them. NOELOUISE DAVIS An excellent scholar, always ready for fun Never content till her work is done. KATHRYN I. DELANO She has a viison of the future and is work- ing hard to make it real. CHRISTINE E. DENNY Chris So tho' the small things oft go wrong The larger joys of life are hers. EARL S. DIETSCH Let us, then be up and doing With a heart for any fate Still achieving, still pursuing Learn to labor and to wait. HERBERT F. DILL Herb Ask how to live? VVrite, write, The world's a fine believing world, Write news! GRACE W. WETTER Efficient, innocent, sincere, of every friend- less name the friend. CHARLES F. DOLL Chuck Love is the salt of lifeg a higher taste It gives to pleasure and then makes it last 24

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The CHRONICLE FREDERICK A. BRUECKMANN Ferdie The man that hath not music in him Let no such man be trusted. LILY G. BURAU A rather quiet girl is she But always pleasant companyl PHILIP J. BUSCH In his element when his busy fingers are employed with some mechanism or other. HERBERT R. CARLSON Twitter Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak, It serves for food and raiment. ARTHUR T. CARVER lCArt7Y I shall see thee, ere I die, Look pale with love. MARJORIE C. CHAPMAN In character, in manners, in style, in all things the supreme excellence is simpli- city. HEDWIGE CIACIUCH Upright simplicity is the deepest wisdom. ELVA M. CIMMERER The world was sad, The garden was a wild And man the hermit sighed Till woman smiled. EDWARD W. CLAUS Eddie Who says there aint no Santa Claus? He comes from Canada. Here's his son to prove it. ANNA M. COFFEY Win the best that life can have in store. 23

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The CHRONICLF GEORGE E. DOYLE uBarneyn With sunny hair of auburn hue And twinkling merry eyes of blue The ladies like him 'Deed they do! FRANK A. DUSZYNSKI Outward appearances are often deceitful. RUTH L. EBERHART My thoughts are free and cannot be shut- up H HELEN B. EHLE And those about her, From her, shall read the perfect ways of honour. RUTH EHRIG Little care I, if little I am, I can do as much as a bigger girl can. CHARLES H. ELLIS Innocence is the balm of virtue-but who says I'm innocent? CHARLES O. ESS Charlie O mischief, thou art swift to enter the tho'ts of desperate men. GRACE L. EVERDING There is a song in all things. CLAYTON FEINER ldClayt!f In the lighted hall, where the dancers go To the strains of the orchestra to and fro 'Tis there I love to be. VIOLA FILBY H'ViH Let us be silent, that we may hear the whis- pers of the gods. 25