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

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(By CARRIE JANE MOSER) The Senior year of the Class of 1914 has been filled to overflowing with happiness. The near approach of graduation reminds us that the pleasant association of the past three years of undergraduate life are about to terminate. The feelings of sadness are nevertheless mingled with those of satisfaction, because of the delightful memories that cluster about our past. When we stepped upon the stage as Freshmen, we soon discovered that we had many things to learn before we could shine as stars in the intellectual world. In the Sophomore year there were signs of increasing strength. We performed our duties to the Freshmen with a master hand. In athletics we were successful all year. Our life and energy found expression in social pursuits and literary work. The crowning glory of our High School life came with the Senior year. The members of the class having been all united by the bonds of true friendship with a spirit of harmony and good will prevailing. With such a splendid record to leave behind, we go out from our three years’ home with reluctance. Here we have fought and won victories which will never present themselves again. Our battles in the world may be but replicas of our struggles here, yet there is a charm about our school life, an indefinite something, with which we are loth to part. As we approach nearer and nearer to the goal towards which we have been striving, we experience feelings of mingled joy and sorrow. Our undergraduate life has been satisfactory to us. We glory in our achievements. The friendships formed here constitute a rich legacy of the past three years. Ours has been the pleasant privilege to be guided through a course of instruction by our eminent faculty. They have made their impress upon us. Their examples and precepts will live on in our minds, and their memories will be cherished in our hearts. It has been good for us to have been here and it remains for us to justify the time and energy expended upon us. So, departing with a feeling of cheerful hopefulness for the future, we linger on that one fond word—farewell

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3KSM3 t3M3K3 SK5 JKSt jw3 t3 3K?K5 s 3 sKi iKs '?”§ . SENIOR POEM Alas! three years have passed away. Our High School work is done; And each the trials of life must face As through life’s course they run. Then troubles many, and laurels few, Ere long will greet us all; But dauntless courage we have learned Will shield from many a fall. Though many battles hard we’ve fought, Like Roman knights of old. We’ve always held our standard high, The ‘‘Purple and the Gold.” Our own “White Rose,” the sweetest fov.cr That graces God’s green land. Has never been disgraced nor rolled By a Class so true, so grand. “No day without a good deed done” The motto that we claim. Shall always be our guiding star, O’er the rocky paths to farce. Dear M. H. S.. we owe thee thank And praises long and loud. Thy teachings build us characters, Of which we all are proud. Now that the time of parting’s here. We dread to say adieu. But as we on our journeys start, Farewell we bid to you. —Daniel Bryan Christopher.

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