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

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HIGH SCHOOL DIRECTORY YELL Zippi—yeppi—lepida—zam Hoki—poki—mil lime—yam Rodi—modi—metaza—da McClellandtown High School Rah—rah—rah. COLORS: Red and Black. MOTTO: Scientia est potestas. FACULTY JACOB B. SHEETZ, A. B., Principal..Mathematics and German RALPH E. RUDISILL, A. B.................Latin and Science ODESSA W. NEWCOMER.....................History and English IRA N. RIFFLE.......................Commercial Department BERT MONTGOMERY...................Supervising Principal of Township JOHN S- CARROLL...............................County Superintendent DIRECTORS J. R. BARBAR, President. W. J. FRANKS, Vice President. ✓ W. P. KEENER, Treasurer. D. A. HUHN, Secretary. J. F. McCRACKIN. D. W. POUNDSTONE. D. B. CHRISTOPHER. 6

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Sept. 1. 1913 Sept. 20, 1913. Dec. 5, 1913 Dec. 13, 1913 Dec. 15, 1913 Dec. 29, 1913 Jan. 17, 1914 Feb. 6, 1914 Feb. 7, 1914 Mar. 27, 1914 April 11. 1914 April 18, 1914 April 26, 1914 April 28, 1914 April 29, 1914 April 30, 1914 First Semester began. Reception to Freshmen by Sophomores. Lanierian Public Program rendered. Christmas Program rendered. Christmas Vacation began. Second Semester began. Franklin Anniversary. Local Institute, Lecture by W. G. Chambers. Lanierian Anniversary. Senior Farewell Joint Program by Societies. Senior Class Play. Senior Vacation began. Baccalaureate Sermon. Second Semester ended. Class Night. Commencement. “We should fill the hours with the sweetest things, If we had but a day; We should drink alone at the purest springs, In our upward way; We should love with a lifetime’s love in an hour, If our hearts were few; We should rest, not for dreams, but for fresher power To bo and to do. “We should waste no moments in weak regret, If the day were but one; If what we remember and what we forget, Went out with the sun; We should from our clamorous selves set free, To work or to pray, And to be what our Father would have us be, If we had but a day.” 5

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JLMA MATER SONG (Tune, My Maryland) This grand old school we love so well, M. H. S., Dear M. H. S. Thy praises in our songs we tell, M. H. S„ Dear M. H. S. The old school bell and classic hall, The fondest mem’ries they recall. For sacred is thy gray old wall, M. H. S., Dear M. H. S. O, Red and Black, wave long and true, M. H. S., Dear H. M. S. And oft our hearts shall turn to you, M. H. S., Dear M. H. S. The ties we’ve formed can never break, And as we life’s fleet journey make, This dear old spot we’ll ne’er forsake, M. H. S., Dear M. H. S. Thy sons and daughters loyal stand, M. H. S., Dear M. H. S. With grateful heart and helping hand, M. H. S., Dear M. H. S. “Scientia potestas est,” The motto that we love the best, The Red and Black o’er all the rest, Wave to Alma Mater. —J. B. Sheetz. ,3 Sk3 00 3 0:3-0'3 00 3 000 3 000 3-0000 3 000 3 000 3 0 3 0 000 3,00000000 ; 3 00000 3”; O 0 £’ 3K3, 3 j i j: S i- j, ci i 5j o'‘«''v t v 7