Gettysburg High School - Cannon Aid Yearbook (Gettysburg, PA)

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-G-H-s., The Class of 1920. Class Officers. HORACE ARMOR ................. ..... P resident Class Motto. Simplicity, Sincerity, Service- Class Flower. Yellow Rose Class Colors. Robin-egg Blue and Gold Class of 1920 staged by TREVA WEIKERT J Ess1E BEARD FLORANNA HOKE LILLIAN WEAVER MARY KISSINGER DONALD WEISER HAROLD ROTH ' REX GILBERT 13

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3' G ' H ' S ' Gur Orchestra. Director MISS AAGOT BORGE Pianist ESTHER HARTMAN, '20 ...... MARTHA LENTZ, '20 First Violin Second Violin HENRY SCHARF, '21 HAROLD ROTH, '20 Cornets CLARE WINEBRENNER, '20 WILLIAM KITZMILLER, '21 Trombone A REX GILBERT, '20 Clarinet Trap Drunioner CHARLES OGDEN, '20 ROBERT DEARDORFF, '20 000000 This orchestra practices regularly once a week, and plays regularly for the following events: Parent-Teachers' Association which meets monthlyg at High School Assembly on Friday morningg at High School literary, and all plays. If music be the food of love, play on. I2

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foGoHoso 1920. Our Mirror shows: In September, 1916, a merry band of sixty, sweet, young green things entered the spacious halls of G. H. S. Most of us felt quite small, realizing the great superiority of our upper-class- men. How happy we were when we all came in, Some real fat, and some real thin, We began our work with hic, haec, hoc. To be true and frank, this was no joke, Then too, We heard of b-1-c, m-1-n and x-1-z. But even then most all got through, Some staid behind, but very few. Oh the horrors of that Freshman year. When we came out of that dreadful ordeal of the finals, we were all haggard, worn and thin. But in the summer months we soon picked up all that lost flesh and energy. The next year came with troubles more. How well it sounded, A Sophomore. It all Went w'ell for a little while, Then slack she came, with little guile. Oh how we struggled to reach the height, But to be a Junior was Worth the fight. We struggled on and on through those four years of High School, never ceasing our work when little difficulties presented themselves. But now in our Senior year, one will notice that there are only forty left. Where is the remainder of our class? Probably some have sacrificed themselves in the great world war, others have taken unto themselves a husband or vice versa. Maybe some on account of change in circumstance have to earn the daily bread, and others perhaps have gently dropped behind and will appear again within. a year or two. Within our merry band of forty there are fourteen true blondes, and twenty-six brunettes. Our variety is seen in the leanness and stoutness of our class, for the whole of us weigh two and one-half tons. I- I4