Grantsville High School - Arch Yearbook (Grantsville, MD)

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CLASS POEM Among the students of old Grantsville High, Who seek important goals in Wisdom's Hall, And who for fame and honor always vie, Our Senior rank is coveted by all. The colors of this sturdy Senior Class, The mighty royal emblem, Silver and Blue, Are honored by each Senior lad and lass, As forward goes our banner tried and true. In choosing a class flower for our own, We passed the blossoms dignified and cold, And chose the sweetest flower ever grown, The Yellow Rose with purest heart of gold. In problems haunting high school days and nights, We've ever kept in mind our motto true, Ever Onward, up to loftier heights, Still loyal to our banner, Silver and Blue. Then, Classmates, as we bid our school adieu, We'll smile and still advance our slogan bold, And make our lives reflect the Silver and Blue, As on through life our future plans unfold. Committee: Joan Ravenscroft and Doris Hollada CLASS SONG Four years of toil and fun we will remember As classmates here in dear old Grantsville High; And now our Alma Mater every member Salutes, as graduation day draws nigh. Long may we keep our motto, Ever Onward, Still guided by our flower, the Yellow Rose, And waving high our colors, Blue and Silver, To where the golden light of all our future glows. Too soon beyond these walls we will be going To fill our chosen place along life’s way; While in success and service we are growing We'll honor G. H, S, from day to day. 24

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What now? A movie, audience hushed and waiting for the lights to go off. At last, the lights are switched off, and the movie begins. Before us on the screen is a comedy picture starring Joe Myers, an old classmate. Next, a football game. The stadium is packed. The coach is talking to his team. He turns his head and betrays his identity. He is Marvin Miller, football coach at the University of Maryland. What next? A church filled with flowers, the choir is softly singing. A bride is walking up the aisle to the altar on her father’s arm. The groom is waiting anxiously for her. Why look, it is Vernon Miller. The minister is standing ready to begin the ceremony. This is a surprise: Freddy Clark is the minister. The scene slowly changes to a newspaper office filled with busy workers. The editor is just firing a worker. We wonder what happened. Listen? The voice--it’s Robert Buckel. We never dreamed he would be a newspaper editor. The view dims, and in its place we see a country mansion. On the lawn, a tea party is being held. The hostess is flitting back and forth, chatting to everyone. The sun shines on her bright red hair, reminding us of Patsy Miller. As she gives one of her guests a quick wink and grins, we know that is Patsy Miller. Gone, so quickly? Look: There is the Jennings Fire Brick Company. Who do we see piling bricks but our two squirts, Paul Hetrick and Robert Swauger. A college campus: An endless daisy chain: Long lines of young women in caps and gowns pass up the marble steps beyond the massive columns past the reviewing stand of the University president, a stately woman of noble brow. As each student curt- sies, the smile of the president betrays her identity--our old classmate Marion Wilson. The scene changes to a farm. On the back porch is a figure plucking away on the guitar singing, ‘‘Your Love Is Colder Than A Foggy River.’’ We know by his vuice that it is our hillbilly classmate, Harley Brenneman. As this picture fades from view, we see a small cottage with a trellis of red roses growing around one of the windows. As the picture becomes clearer, we see a woman calling from the window to five small boys in the yard. From the sound of her voice, we know she is Ruth Beal. As yet, we have not seen the future of Alda Minnick prophesied, so we asked the mirror about her. This is what it showed us: a public health nurse working diligently over a group of school students. And now, my friends, the spell is snapped. Whether our visions have been tedious or interesting, whether they have hurt or pleased, you may credit the result to the looking glass. Committee: Edda Runze Alda Minnick Marjorie Glotfelty 23

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SCHOOL SONG Hail, Alma Mater: Dear Grantsville High School? Each son and daughter thy flag will fly. Emblem so royal: Thee we will bless; To thee be loyal; thy wrongs redress. Thy name we'll honor, thy foes defy. Hail, Alma Mater: Dear Grantsville High! True to our motto: ‘‘At foothills, climbing,”’ Wafting aloft our slogan so bold, Ever we're singing as on we climb, Our ideals winging to heights sublime, Trusting in thee, our hopes running high, Hail, Alma Mater: Dear Grantsville High’ Hail to our standard! Valiant and bold? Hail to our banner! Dear Green and Gold? Ever we'll cherish memories of thee. Never shall perish our loyalty. Our Green and Gold forever shall fly. Hail, Alma Mater: Dear Grantsville High? FAREWELL SONG Soon we'll be leaving our dear Grantsville High, Seeking the dreams we have planned, We'll say without grieving farewell not good-bye While looking on life’s strand. Leaving our classmates we've cherished so long, Sharing our hopes day by day, Our pledge of allegiance in our last farewell song, We will give, ere we go on our way. We're eagerly peering our future to see While sailing toward our goal, For soon we'll be steering our bark o’er life’s sea, Where treacherous billows may roll. How far we’ll be sailing we cannot foretell For we're aiming to answer life’s call, With hope never failing we will bid you farewell, Schoolmates, classmates, all. 25