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

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•Senior Soiicj Come all you loyal Seniors, With cheers and songs anew, Lift up your hearts and •voices, For the dear old “White and Blue. CHORUS Dear old High School, Dear old High School, We will always sing thy praises. Then Hurrah! Hurrah! for Nineteen Fifteen We will ever sing thy praises true; Then Hurrah! Hurrah! for Nineteen Fifteen, Cheering for the “White and H ue. When dangers crowd upon us, Let faith each soul imbue; We’ll cheer as loyal Seniors, For the dear old “White and Blue.” We have taken from the ether, The storm cloud’s dusky hue, We have stolen white from a flower. For our colors. “White and Blue.” Our standard high maintaining, The honor of the Class; Our characters, too, we are building, As through the school we pass. When we wander in the twilight. Mid the evenng shadows cold, With the fading of the daylight, Come back the memories old.

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o r|N the autumn of 1912 twenty-six fresh- JJ men of the genus “Crudus viridus” were enrolled in McClellandtown High School. During the year we studied hard and won the respect of our Professors and upper class men. In faot our first class president won so great favor in the sight of a pretty young sophomore miss that we could not induce either to return to High School the following year, but we did give them an excellent “shower.” The second year we added fresh laurels to those already gained, contributing largely to the success of Literary Societies, Orchestra and Athletic Organizations. There were, however, only eighteen left, and these of a most diversified type. Of the fourteen left this year to graduate there are no two of the same opinion in anything, and as there are seven boys and seven girls all votes in our Class meetings are a tie. We have studied hard and in consequence have gotten a va’uable amount of substantial knowledge. A large number of us will probably be back next year for the additional work offered to the three year pupils. Longfellow has said “The history of the past is a mere puppet-show. A man comes out and blows a 1 ttie trumpet and goes in again; you look for something new. and lo! another man comes out and blows a little trumpet and goes in again, and it is all over.” When we were Freshmen we blew the trumpet, when we were Sophomores we blew the trumpet, this year you looked for something new, and lo! another man came out and blew a little trumpet, but it is all over. We bid our gentle readers an affectionate farewell; this is our last opportunity as a class. If you wish to keep track of us further you will have henceforth to look in the Alumni Notes for us. Hu (Elarrurr tlaLrll 12

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