Franklin High School - Franklinite Yearbook (Franklin, PA)

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Farewell Today I'm leaving Franklin High. Why, I'm so sad that I could cry, Thinking how I'l1 miss my chums, their cares and worries and devilish fun. How I shall miss the change of classes that filled the empty halls with masses Of students rushing to and fro, some not caring where they go. Yes, I'll miss the many favors that I did for my careless neighbors, Like doing their homework and answering Here while they slipped off without any fear Oh, how I'll miss public speaking classg the speeches I gave with my heart beating fastg And the ever constant, Parlezfvous francais? that the teacher asked me in French every day. The classics in English I patiently read, and wished to goodness I were dead. Then I'll remember the football games, hoping the team would rise to fame. And too I'll remember the basketball team, the long winning shot that made me scream. The dances later where the hearty girl asked the bashful boy to take a whirl. I'll think of the assemblies where I sighed Oh, dear, another boring speaker is here . The senior assembly -I'll remember its fun, and the thoughts that made the big tears run. I'll long remember the joy once found at the Junior Prom in my fine new gown. Well, it's over now, but it was bestg the joy and fun and all the rest Of burdens that come when I graduate, the burdens I love and the burdens I hate. And though it's over, it's plain to see that Franklin High means a lot to me.

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MARCH 1951 Dearest Diary, Today, dear diary, I want to tell you about someone. Her name is Mrs. Burket. I know! You don't know much about her except that I have mentioned her name before to you on different occassions. She is the Senior class advisor, and what a card! She's swell. You know, the other day, she gave some of the Seniors the dickens for making so much noise in a place where Silence'l reigned and she wound up apologizing for getting angry because she says You're my favorites of course we're not supposed to tell that, she said. Boy! I'll never forget the junior play, Meet Me in St. Louis , that she directed. After the first nights of pracf tice, she started mumbling to herself and every once in a while she threw her book at someone! But it surely was fun! I nearly died laughing the night that she was screaming, UNO! No! No! It's all wrong, and she was waving her hands around in the air and jumping up and down on her play book. Then one of the fellows took a picture of her with a flash bulb camera! I saw it and it looked just like her except that it wasnlt quite as animated! Gosh! Now that I think about it I never really treasured those moments, at least not until now, now that I'm graduating. It'll seem funny enough to leave F. H. S., but to leave Mrs. Burket! Oh gee! I won t have any one to run to with my problems. She was a big help that way. Besides, it was nice being a Senior, on top of the pile with her. It's a good thing she was around to keep things in order, we had such a conglomeration of scatterbrains and geniuses. It must have been quite a struggle seeing that things were running smoothly and keeping us out of trouble. Well, Goodnite dear diary. Remember Mrs. Burket is a Wonderful person. Confldentially yours, A Senior.

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