Franklin High School - Franklinite Yearbook (Franklin, PA)

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Faculty Xfllllll' Hilllllil Miss livzingeline Mezul Miss XVZILIHCIZI Gift llr. lfiwl NY. XX'il nn Music Art School Nurse School Duclm' Miss lsuliclle Mcgparrcn Mrs. Chester Dietz Mr. lizirl Gillilzuicl Office .Xssistzuit .Xttendznice Olificer Supervisor of Buildings amd lircmiimls Miss Dorothy lflliott Secretary to Principal

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Faculty Tnp rnwfMr. XYilliam Lf. XVhite, Miss Grace McC1inians, Miss Hazel Rankin, Mr. 'lfhernn Davis, Mr. Arthur Hanna. Miss Margaret McNeil, Mrs. Iisthcr Cramer, Miss ,lane Lialhrath, Mr. .Iohn Priinosic. Sccnnd rnxr+Mr. Kenneth XYulfc, Miss Kathryn Steffen-. Miss Iilizaheth Fla-niing, Mrs. .Xllc-nc Masterson, Mrs. Catherine Truxcll, Miss lileanor Bunnell, Mrs. Mahcl Stewart. Miss lflfremla Graham, Miss Martha King. Miss Ruth Shnrls. Miss Norma liremis, Mrs. Mary Louise XVhiting, Mr. Fred Deans. IgUitUl11I'llXY'lxlI'. Ruhr-rt Rohh, Miss Yirginia Xxiight, Miss XYXIIUIIZI Swift. Mrs. llnrnthy Pyle. Mr. Harry Newell, Miss Gertrude Minnigh. Mrs. Grace Burns. Miss Madeline Halo. Miss Marjnrie Rnnningcr. Mr. Ralph Fulton.

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Just a Senior's Farewell Farewell, my fellow classmates, For now we say adieug A final word of parting I'm writing here to you. Though mine is no sob-story, A few facts I'll relate, There are many, things that I must miss When I shall graduate. As I take leave of F. H, S., I'll leave some things behind That maybe in the course of years Have entered, too, your mind. l'll miss that sharp, old fountain That stands there in the 'hall And bubbles forth the water To give a lift to all. I'll miss tlhe clock down in the hall Whose hands moved, oh, so slow, And caused me more than once to say: Will this period never go ? Another thing I bet I'1l miss, In fact, I'm sure I will, NVe had them often in the spring, And that's the fire drill. The bell would sound so shrilly, And then with bounds and shouts From all the rooms around the place You'd see them streaming out. And you could see the Freshmen- I can't forget their looks As down the stairs they hustled And tried to save their books. Another thing that I possessed Must soon a memory be 5 It is my seat in assembly And what it meant to me. The wooden arm was missing, And part of the footrest, too. From there my lusty, voice rang out And mingled with the rest, Or joined in cheers brought forth XVit'h lots of pep and zest. NVe shall miss in the course of years The old familiar ways, The things we've grown so used to And the friends of our high school days, Those we didn't know so well, And those who joined the fun. And so as we go forth to life, God bless you every one.',