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

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Jifflaal ,—± ±—$—t—] HORNETS. (By: “Bill Nye”) Last fall I desired to add to my rare collection a large hornet’s nest. I had an embalmed tarantula and her porcelian-lined nest, and I desired to add to these the gray and airy house of the hornet. I procured one of the large size, after cold weather, and hung it in my cabinet by a string. 1 forgot about it until spring. When warm weather came something reminded me of it; 1 think it was a hornet. He jogged my memory in some way, and called my attention to it. Memory is not located where I thought it was. It seems as though whenever he touched me he awakened a memory,—a warm memory, with a red place all around it. Then some more hornets came and began to rake up old personalities. I remember that one of them lit on my upper lip. He thought it was a rosebud When he went away it looked like a gladiolus bulb. I wrapped a we: sheet around it to Lake out the warmth and reduce the swelling, so that 1 could get through the folding doors, and tell my wife about it. Hornets lit all over me, and walked around on my person. I did not dare to scrape them off, because they were so sensitive. You have to be very guarded in your conduct toward a hornet. 1 remember once while I was watching the busy little hornet gathering honey and June-bugs from the bosom of a rose, years ago, 1 stirred him up with a club, more as a practical joke than anything and he came and lit in my sunny hair; — that was when I wore my own hair—and he walked around through my gleaming tresses quite a while, making tracks as large as a water-mellon all over my head. If he hadn’t run out of tracks my head would have looked like a load of summer squashes. I remember I had to thump my head agains; the smoke-house in order to smash him; and I had to comb him out with a fine comb, and wear a waste-paper basket two weeks for a hat. Much has been said of the hornet; but he has an odd, quaint way after all, that is forever new. 29

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 Junior poem -------0-------- There came to school three years ago, The Class of ’Seventeen, But soon we’ll be about to go. This Class of ’Seventeen. We’ll linger here just one more year. May those who follow still revere, , The Class of ’Seventeen. When we have left this dear old school The Class of 'Seventeen, And passed beyond the teacher’s rule, The Class of ’Seventeen, May all our futures still be bright. And every one turn out just right. This Class of ’Seventeen. We struggle here with high intent. The Class of 'Seventeen. A few perhaps on mischief bent. The Class of 'Seventeen. Yet at our parting each will say, “Farewell.” lor all must part today. The Class of 'Seventeen. May none be found who duties shirk, In Class ot 'Seventeen. We served the school in good hard work, The Class of 'Seventeen. In grateful praises let us show Our love has never ceased to grow. The Class of 'Seventeen We wish our school-mates happy days. The Class of 'Seventeen. And hope that they can ever praise. The Class of 'Seventeen. Our pieseirt virtue we decry, For soon we’ll have to say “Good-Bye, The Class of 'Seventeen. When Father Time rolls up the year. The Class of ’Seventeen, The eye now dry may press a tear, The Class of 'Seventeen. When other classes nrngle here. We’ll hold our High School just as dear, The Class of 'Seventeen. —SARAH M. DEARTH 2S.

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Commencement [-t—t—t—t-i Commencement! What a thrilling word to hundreds of young school workers! How full of meaning the word is! How many bright prospects beyond it. Did you ever stop to think just what the word means? Let us consider it from a different standpoint. When we hear the word commencemennt our minds instantly revert to the scenes of school life, probably to some in the past, and surely to some in the future. We see the young High School student eager-eyed, excited, happy, feeling he has four years of work well done, ready to receive his reward. We see him step forward, receive his diploma, and step back knowing that the years work has been worth while. We follow him through four years more of good, steady appreciative college work. It is June. Once more he is engrossed in the joys and excitement of commencement. By this time he is older, sober by the thought that this is really his commencement, that he must part with friends, that ties strongly knit in the past must be broken. We see him mingle with his classmates, recalling happy days during their college life, and making bright an glorious plans for the future. Once more we see him step forward to receive the well deserved reward, with shining eyes and happy smile. His desire is gained the prize won the precious hours not spent in vain. All this seems to indicate that commencement mftins the end or to finish. But does it mean that? No. Commencement means a beginning of new things, something as yet untried, unknown. It really means then as we leave school, we are leaving behind the direction and guidance of teachers and fellow workers; we are no longer under supervision with help at difficult points, but thrown on our own resources, we must answer for ourself. Commencement means the beginning of a new life. The student is now a man or woman of the world. During his school career he has chosen his field of action. He must now enter upon those duties. How will he do it? Will he succeed or fail? Many are watching him. What will be the result? With beating heart and steady step, he marches forward, enters his career, keeping his high ideals and ambitions ever before him, knowing that “Success treads on every right step” and “not failure but low aim is crime.” No du'y neglected, never shirking, what will be the result ? Success, wholesome, well earned success. Let us therefore rpmember, young student, no ideal is too high.