Grantsville High School - Arch Yearbook (Grantsville, MD)

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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

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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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CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class of Grantsville High School of 1949, being of sound mind, notwithstanding the many serious problems pressing down upon us, do hereby pub- lish our last will and testament. 1. To the faculty, we bequeath a long hoped-for sigh of relief that at last we are ready to graduate and leave them in peace, or rather in pieces. 2. To Mr. Brown, we bequeath all the artistic masterpieces carved on the desks. 3. To Miss Borror, we bequeath some new cleaner-uppers who will be just as good as the Senior Home Economics girls. 4. To Miss Speicher, we bequeath a long needed rest from being Senior Sponsor with all the numerous duties connected with this office, since there will be no Seniors next year. 5. To Miss Caulk, we bequeath a gavel to use instead of the familiar ink bottle. 6. To Miss Morford, we bequeath all the answers to the numerous quizzes in psychology. 7. To Mr. Lantz, we bequeath all the knowledge of our private affairs. 8. To Mr. Grimm, we bequeath the driver education equipment with all the thrills and spills that accompany the pleasure of teaching Seniors to drive. 9. To Mr. Garlitz, we bequeath all the surplus blue ribbons won by our boys under his capable direction. 10. To Mr. Dunn, we bequeath all the audio-visual aid equipment, so that he may continue to delight the eyes and hearts of on-coming students. 11. To Mr. Replogle, our Mathematics instructor, we bequeath all the unsolved problems of the Senior Class. 12. To Mr. Cole, we bequeath all the marvelous musical talents of the Senior Class to bolster up the musical program of coming years. 13. To the Sophomores, we bequeath all the dignity and perseverance of the Senior Class to boost them along the flowery paths of wisdom. Norma Mickey bequeaths her trim and graceful figure to Eileen Layman. Nancy Campbell bequeaths her temper to Ruby Bittinger. Phyllis Resh bequeaths her A's to William Stanton. Jean Yommer bequeaths her basketball ability to Marguerite Minnick. Marilyn Jones bequeaths her excuses for being tardy to Elizabeth Ann Warnick. Gladys Carey bequeaths her ability to make speeches to Diona Crowe. Marion Wilson bequeaths her ability to play the piano to Betty McKenzie. Violet Wagner bequeaths all her old boyfriends to Wilda Spiker. Thelma Lowry bequeaths her daydreaming to Cecilia Minick. Joan Ravenscroft bequeaths her dignified manner to Mary Legeer. Violet Durr bequeaths her school-girl complexion to Eloise Durst. Lois Wiley bequeaths her graceful ways to any girl in the under-grads class who may be lacking in them. -- Edda Runze bequeaths her slim waist to Vera Murphy. Patsy Miller bequeaths her titian tresses to Mary Jean Green to tone hers down a bit. Helen Orendorf bequeaths her lovely long blonde locks to the Resh twins. Elva Wilt bequeaths her gift of gab to. Betty Buckel. Doris Hollada bequeaths her dimples to Margaret Krause. Alda Minnick bequeaths her true stories to Frances Resh. a 26