German Township High School - Laureola Yearbook (McClellandtown, PA)

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SENIOR HISTORY. (Ida Emery.) At the beginning of this history it might be well to introduce the members of our class. It is composed of insects, colors, musical scales, birds, paper, and one of the afflictions of Job. We have a Miller, a Gray, an Octave, a Dove, an Emery, and a Boyle: also Armour, head of a packing establishment; Virginia, one of the thirteen original colonies; Kaufman, a German merchant ; Sarah, wife of the old patriarch Abraham, and Jessie, son of David. Once more we appear before you not as Freshmen or Sophomores, but as Seniors, in our third and last year. We can no longer be called “grecnics” or “wise fools,” but enter this year with a zeal such as has been known to no other class. At the beginning of our High School career, our class contained twenty-two members, but by some misfortune it now contains twelve. Our class has great talent in music and athletics, having contributed several members to both the basket ball team and the orchestra. During our High School career, many interesting and amusing events have occurred, some of which it might be well to mention. The smoking of the stove in Prof. Sheetz’s room and the extracting of “bill” the pony, from Favy’s coat pocket. To Professors Sheetz, Heltzel and Fairman we owe our inexpressible gratitude for the success we have made in the school. “Fidus ct audax (Faithful and Daring), our motto, has led us to renown. We have always been faithful to our schoolmates and to our school work. Often great discouragements befell us, but we were always daring enough to overcome them. Our class is known for having accomplished more work in Algebra than any other class that has yet graduated from the High School. Although this is our last year together at this school, we have looked forward to commencement day with great pleasure. We have left behind us a record that all the classes following us may take as their guide. We cannot look into the future, but if we could we could wish to see all other classes following in our footsteps, or trying to surpass us. Our efforts, no matter how impossible or discouraging they seem to us. were always greeted with encouragement by our untiring and ever patient professors. Now we must leave our High School and enter into the school of life. The training of the past three years will aid us in our future cause and will help us to win success—not only worldly success, but it will help us to make our lives broader and more useful to those about us.

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SENIOR CLASS SONG Hail 1913! Colors proudly flying! Red and the Blue, we pledge to thee our love. Dearer to us than crimson deep or purple Guide of our way. as true as stars above. Chorus. Though some love maroon and gray. And others the gleam of gold, The flash of the green or silver sheen Displayed when their flag's unfurled. W hatever the shade may be That’s out to the breezes spread, 1 ho colors are many, you 11 not find that any Compared with the Blue and Red. Emblem we love thy colors strong contrasted Speak of the life that all thy sons must share. Blue for the frowns that oft are cast upon us Red for the sun whose beams return so fair. Hail Red and Blue, thy sound shall e'er revere thee Tho from thy halls their path may lead them far. Fondly to thee in memory oft returning. Loyal and true to thee they ever are. —Armour Haines and Dawson Miller.

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