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

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It now becomes the privilege of the Class of 1918 to write its own history in its own book, and it is but natural that we should tell of some of our struggles and successes. The Class of 1918 has always ably held its place in its Alma Mater’s activities. When we consider that a departure from the usual custom resulted in a Junior basketball captain on the boys’ teams during the season of 1916, that the 1918 football captain is a Junior, that the 1918 baseball captain will be a Junior, that the president of the Athletic Association is a Junior, that the 1916 Franklin Basketball captain was a Junior, that most of the gold medals won in the Fayette County Interscholastic meet in 1916 were won by Juniors, that the captain of the Cadet Corps is a Junior, that our class has furnished half of the player sfor the 1917 football and basketball teams, we must conclude that there is some athletic ability worthy of note incorporated within the body of the class whose colors are Gold and White. But while part of our class has been actively engaged making athletic history for us, the rest have not been idle. In literary activities our class has been even stronger than in athletics. 1918 has always taken great interest in any literary work that was carried on within the societies. Many of the society officers were Juniors. During our three years in High School, many of our members have distinguished themselves upon the stage in plays. Also our class gave a college play, entitled “Kicked Out of College,” during the year, which showed that the class had splendid talent in dramatic work. Our class is represented on the High School Orchestra, and, intellectually, our class has had few equals in recent years. Of the forty-eight members who have been enrolled in our class in the fall of 1914, there remain thirty-four who will run the last lap of the race next year. Three years ago, we entered the old German Township High and were doubtless marked by the “greenness” of our looks, but struggling with might and main, we, finally, reached the third step of the High School ladder which we today occupy. Such in part, is the history of the Class of 1918. Again we ask you not to take this in a boastful spirit, but a simple statement of facts as they exist. We do not claim any individual honor in achieving results but we owe our onward movements to tw things: Our motto, —14—

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JUNIOR POEM. Nineteen Eighteen! Nineteen Eighteen! Let thy colors proudly wave, We, for love of you, in union, Every storm would staunchly brave. Tell to us, each one, our duty; Point to us the higher goal, Show the fields that need be conquered, And assign for us each role. That we might with greater wisdom And with finer skill and power Render o our Alma Maer For her sake, her victor’s flower. Wave, old Gold and White, forever, None from you will ere turn back; Still you must in greater glory Wave beside the Red and Black. Class of Nineteen Hundred Eighteen! May your conquests ever glow With the light of faithful service Where on life’s broad seas you go. Brave in spirit, humble always; When thy call to do is heard At thy service we are ready, Whisper but to us the word. —Lois E. Taylor.

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“Nulla vestigia retrorsum’’ (No footsteps backward), serves as our compass, and Longfellow’s little verses as our pilot: “Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate, Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.” With such past history, together with our ability combined with our true loyalty and devotion to the best interests of G. T. H. S. as shown in our High School life 1918 pronounces must for both our Alma Mater and ourselves in the Senior work which we are about to assume. JUNIOR SONG. Tune: “Tramp, Tramp, Tramp.” In the county of Fayette, There’s a town we’ll ne’er forget; For it’s talent and it’s knowledge so profound, And we need not tell its name, For you’ll know it by it’s fame, When the year of 1918 comes around. CHORUS. Forward, then, is our endeavor, Backward, never steps to turn, With our colors Gold and White, We are bound to win the fight, When the year of 1918 comes around. McClellandtown, as you may guess, Is the name we can’s suppress; With its teachers and its High School of renown. And our Class in time to come, In the school will make things hum, When the year of 1918 comes around. We are now G. T. H. S., Striving hard to win success; Depths of wisdom and of mystery to sound, But to us it seems so clear. We shall nothing have to fear, When the year of 1918 comes around. Freshies, Sophomores, Seniors, too, Kind regards from us to you, And by all of us may Wisdom’s way be found, And though we are Juniors yet, Our diplomas we shall get, When the year of 1918 comes around. —Helen G. Roycroft. —15—