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

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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

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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 JOHN C. FINDLAY Jack What stir is this? What tumult in the aud? Whence cometh this alarm and the noise? MARJORIE E. FINSTERBACH a4Marge!r I'll be merry and free I'll be sad for naebodyg lf naebody care for me, I'll care for naebody. MYRA R. FISCHER Work late, rest never Thls is my creed, ever and ever. HAROLD W. FISH Alas! the love of women! Itis known To be a lovely and fearful thing. ORRIN FREIBERGER But talking is not always to converse. FRANK S. FOSDICK UPOP79 Are you wishing Jolly iishing? This way sir! RUTH FOSDICK Poofie The gentler born the maiden, The more bound to be sweet and serviceable. MORRIS A. FREED Be silent and safe, silence never betrays Y you. DOROTHY K. FREUND We do not know beneath what sky Nor on what seas shall be thy fateg We only know it shall be high We only know it shall be great. PHILIP FREY Phil 26 The first in banquets and the last in fights.