Girard College - Corinthian Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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(Eolumns CONTENTS Title. Illustration. Dedication. Illustration . Tribute. We Have a Debt. Class Ballot. Administration. The Class.. Appreciation . Dramatics. Battalion. Music . Dances. Athletics . Illustration . National Honor Society Illustration . The Inkhorn . Illustration . . Allen Hall. Farewell Letter. Illustration. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 28 29 31 33 35 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 “He nursed a stronger, yet far nobler and wiser ambition to benefit mankind, than ever animated the most devoted follower of that world’s ap¬ plause .”—Nicholas Biddle JANUARY, 1939 Now ' tis January ‘39, To all of us sad parting time; Here we close, but soon begin Another task amid life’s din ; Turn these pages, read our story, Here we lay no claim to glory — But if we seem a little solemn, You must not skip a single Column. THE STAFF ¥ Editor-in-chief, Bernard C. Allen Assistant Editors Richard W. Boyd Henry DeVuono F. Patrick Fanning Marvin T. Fassett Dale M. Pentz Art Editor, William J. Dugan Photography Editor, John Palucci This Senior Class Record is pub¬ lished twice a year by graduating classes of Girard College. It is produced en¬ tirely In the Girard College Print Shop, I Philadelphia.

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January 3 In Behalf of the Class of January 1939 The Editors of COLUMNS Respectfully Dedicate this Booklet to Raymond I. Haskell, M.A., Pk.D. Head of the Department of English Like men who roamed the barren plains in times long, long ago, Who leveled pristine forests, fought the Indian with his bow; Like men who strived for freedom, sought to build up something true, We’re glad to face this goal at last beside a friend like you. We then press on life’s highway, as trackless as the sea, Its quick, sharp turns and sudden shocks will befuddle you and me; There’re miles ahead to cover, there’s courage to be wrought, Qood fortune — yes, misfortunes, and lessons to be taught. But as we leave Girard behind, our future e’er in view, We can’t forsake its ivy walls without a thought of you. So some fine day we’ll glance back down that ladder of success, And value honors truly won we dare not here profess, A tear will fall as we look again on precious days we knew, But there among those memories will be this thought of you.