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

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3-1 ini] ScI]a0 I Souq (Tune : One Flag We Follow.) The school we love the best, is German Township High, And far above the rest her flag shall always fly. We’ll guard her emblem well, that none may float ahead Of Alma Mater’s banner fair, the Black and Red. CHORUS Hail to the Alma Mater that we love, And love her well, as each can tell. Hail to the flag that floats above them all. The Black and Red must float ahead. Hail to the motto that we love the best, “Scienta potestas est,” Wave Red and Black forever. Falter may you never, Hear old German Township High ! O 1 Black and Red we love thy fafr, fair folds. A treasure that each son and daughter sac red holds. Then proudly wave as years go fleeting by The emblem of our dear old German Township High. Thy praises we will sing, O! Alma Mater d°ar. Our songs and cheers shall ring for yen from year to year The lessons we have learned, in life shall he our guide, And may wre all at duty’s call turn hack w.th pride. —J. B. Sheetz.

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A Good Fish Story ------o------ One morning Iasi summer, ‘Fat Jefferies was awakened from out his peaceful slumbers by his usual morning alarm, Mr. Rooster. Fat raised up in bed, rubbing his eyes with both elbows and very lazily gazed out of a nearby window. He saw the beautiful rays of the morning sun peering through the branches of a mighty oak on a distant hill which seemed to promise an ideal summer day. His first thought was to go fishing. In just a very short time he was dressed and was seated a: the breakfast table helping himself to the half-dozen eggs which his mother had cooked for him, and reaching mechanically for the two loaves of bread on the opposite side of the table. In quite a hurry, he found the pick and set out to dig some “bait,” and while in the hurried operation he got excited at his misfortune at finding no worms, and made a mis-lick and chopped off his “big” toe. He nearly fainted at the sight of blood, but remembering the fishing trip, which would be spoiled at the delay of a faint, he hurriedly tied it back on with his large, red, cotton handkerchief. While going across the field to the pond, the red handkerchief scared one of the large white cows, which in much determined anger took after Fat and he. in as much more excitement, forgot all about his toe, and began a hasty retreat towards the opposite side of the field. Hut, alas ! The cow was too fast for him. It made a straight bee-line for him, and in a few healthy jumps and springs was upon him, and—it just helped him away he went, bait, line, hook and sinker, sprawling over the ground. He got himself together, finally, and still full of determination, made along a few—his head got ahead of his feet some how or other, and his way, by a round about course, to the pond. While seated on the bank, half asleep, a frog leaped from the bank into the pond, awakening him all of a sudden, and thinking the cow was there, he made a desperate leap for the opposite side of the stream. But mighty-rae ! S—P—L—A—S—H ! He split the water with a jar! HELP! he cried. And help was at hand. His “Maw” helped him—home with a lengthy pine shingle. 10 i