Greencastle Antrim High School - Conococheague Yearbook (Greencastle, PA)

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G. H. S. SPOTLIGHT 17 At last, everything was ready, So we pulled the anchor in And were off with a forward bound, Our third voyage to begin. The crew was given its orders Every man was at his post. The ship was gaily saiiing, All bound for the Senior Coast . Out of the River Vacation We hurriedly made our way. Out onto the deeper waters, Out on Vocational Bay . At first everything went smoothly, The Waters were calm and still. The sun was shining brightly With joy our hearts to fill. But lo! the sky became cloudy And the waves began to rise. The wind through our sails was raging. And lightning flashed through the sky. We put our heads down to business, And worked with our might and main To pilot our ship safely through The wind and the blinding rain. This fierce storm will soon be over T'was heard said, among the crew. But still as the days passed onward The cloudy sky darker grew. The storm of knowledge kept raging,-- It whistled and howled. Boo-hoo! Until it had penetrated Our intellect through and through. Three days more, the storm raged fiercly It was testing time on board. Still, we all bore up cheerful, As over the waves we soared. At last! Hurrah! The sun shines through The heavy clouds have parted. In shouts of glee, we all took part. Ah, now we are light hearted. And then by the way of reckning The time as we onward sailed. The weary way was half over, The mid-point we had hailed. Again the sky became cloudy And the waves much higher grew. We looked on with grim defiance, And determined to go through. Did you ask 'bout entertainment? I should have said-my mistake. Well now, will you listen closely? About it I will relate. Surely you've heard of frankfurters 'Bout those good old weenie roasts. With it, to make complications, We had a marshmallow toast. After everyone was sticky I mean their fingers-I do, We played several games of Winkem , Others roller skated too. And Halloween, that skeery time When everything frightens you, We then called on a masquerade. My dear! Oh John, is it you? You frightened me most half to death With that ugly, frightful face. You scared me so that I bursted All the buttons off my lace . Next came good old Thanksgiving Day When all the turkeys were fat. We pulled down the sails, stopped the ship And took time to eat and chat. Turkey's eaten--Vacation's over. Once again we're on the way. Hearts are lighter, things are brighter, Just ahead is Christmas Day. Twenty-fourth of December- 31 Captain says, Vacation's come . Off we go for a little fun. Stop - Think - Why, vacation's done. Weeks and months were passing onwaid, Every one was feeling blue. Just then we received a message- Spring Frolic will soon be due. Thanks to those experienced sailors For thinking of us again. Thanks for their consideration, With gratitude, we remain.

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16 G. H. S. SPOTLIGHT WE HEAR THAT The faculty is considering the use of the thumbscrew in school discipline. Seth Witmer has a pull in English class. Mr. Way is raising a beard. Bob Poper has lock-jaw. Pearl Unger got demerits for inattention. Sam Henninger carries a fire extinguish- er. Miss Fletcher has petitioned the school- board for ten additional waste baskets. John Davison is a regular visitor at Mr. Davison's Dorothy Ryder doesn't weigh 225 pounds as reported. A certain Freshie has given up bicycle riding. Shorty Long is practicing marksmanship. --Howard Long THE FACULTY Mr. Grove-A silent man and silent long, But when aroused most mighty strong. Miss Fletcher-Professor of all languages at once. With fluency she can speak In French or Latin, German and Greek. Mr. Whitmore-No book was ever made that could contain The stores of knowledge in his little brain. Mr. Davison-In mathematics he is greater Than Euclid, Einstein or Erra Pater. Miss Zug-All graces composed in a female form, Makes the boys all rave and the girls all str-rm. Miss Gentzel-Tho snows may o'er her head be flung. Her heart, her heart is young. Mr. Way-Fat and fair and always smiling, A picture that is most beguiling. Miss Unger-Calm and stately in her dignity, A natural leader she seems born to be. Miss Phillippy-Smiling and happy and well content, Her whole small body on duty bent. Miss Durbarow-Revered and loved by all who know her. Mrs. Elliott-When it comes to causing grind, You never find her far behind. -Howard Long THE HOUSE BY THE SEA There is an old house by the edge of the sea With a vine climbing over its doors, Where the soft breeze caresses the lea, And the ocean rolls and roars. There is a small garden behind this old house That is filled with the blossoms of yore, Whose enchanting beauty seems to arouse A yearning to know of their lore. The morning sun in splendor shines Upon each radiant blossom fair, Upon the brook and murmuring pines, As though their solitude to share. The sun-set changes the sands to gold, And the ocean to sparkling wineg As in the tales which the sailors told, When they sail'd the deep-sea b1'ine. The hearth is bright with the fire-light's glow, And the smell of sea-air is keen, Although outside the gale may blow, Inside, it is calm and serene. The ships that pass at night may see A gleam that is cheery and warm, And each wayward heart longs to be At home, with its comfort and charm. -Martha Julia Fletcher THE JUNIOR SHIP Out of the midst of the county, Out of the midst of the town, Came sixty gay young juniors To make records that astound. We came from off the mountains, We came up out of the vales, We went into the Junior Ship , And hurriedly set the sails. We inspected charts and coursesg The most noble way we sought,- The course that was rough and rugged, One that took masterly thought.

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18 G. H. S. SPOTLIGHT We now are on the final cruise. On waves we still are tossing. Our vessel strongly built of steel Within the gale is rocking. The storm of test just now is o'er. Our hearts with joy are leaping. Vacation's come. Our work is done. On Senior Shore we're resting. And to our most noble Pilots , We say with deepest regards, May your lives still be to others What your lives have been to ours. -Dwight L. Grove THE NARCISSUS Have you ever seen this Hower Growing in some shady bower With its straight and slender stalk? Would you ask, if it could talk: Who gave you all that pretty green That makes you look like some fair queen? Who made your stem so slim and straight? Why do you look as though you wait For some strange knight in armor bright, With hair and eyes as dark as night, To come and woo you where you are As brilliant as some distant star '? In stories there are legends old That once the ancient sages told Of this sweet flower of the lea, That make it dearer still to me. Its gold heart nestled in petals white Seems wrapt around in radiant light, To which there's naught I can compare, It must be of some substance rare. Its face uplifted to the sky As though to speak to God on high, It speaks its love in silent prayer, In tones and accents sweet and fair. Off'ring incense as a token Of its praise as yet unspoken To the Lord of life and Love, In His heaven high above. -Martha Julia Fletcher STRIVING FOR THE GOAL As a ship upon the ocean Pushing through the fiercest storm, Likewise we are ever sailing, On some water we are borne. As a ship upon the ocean Plowing on against the tide We must too keep forward striving Or to danger we may ride. As a ship upon the ocean Struck by every plunging wave, We are too preparing for them We have courage to be brave. As a ship upon the ocean Must for others burdens bear, So must we, along 1ife's- pathway, Carry more than just our share. As a ship upon the ocean Sailing on in thickning mist, May we list for warning signals, Out of danger, we insist. As a ship upon the ocean That is near a dangerous shoal May we keep our lives from shipwreck WE ARE STRIVING FOR THE GOAI' --Dwight L. Grove THE STUDENT'S SONG O heartless oppressors of man! O faculties far and wide! It is not the standard that you raise When you crush all sense of pride. Study - study - study, Till the mind is weary with toil, And the wheels buzz about in your head, And you wish you were under the soil. Work - work - work, As prisoners work for a crime Work - work - work, From weary chime to chime. 'Tis this to be a slave To the faculty's call and beck. We dare not waver, we dare not crave, Some mind it must surely wreck. --Howard Long