Greensburg High School - Brown and White Yearbook (Greensburg, PA)

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3 THE BROWN AND WHITE at your plate. Ah, here comes Miss Robin- son, the noted artist, you remember Helen. I must see her. The man looked at the crowd curiously, So that's Squire bl. Q. Truxalfi he muttered, A cut and dried politician. He moved to a corner where he could get a better view Of the people. Here wer representatives of ev- erv class. Some had climbed the ladder to suc- cess, while others had made failure their only goal. There were many whom he recognized from newspapers and many others whose faces he remembered. There was Professor Young, of the faculty of the University of Printbard, talking to Mr. 'NValton, inventor and manu- facturer of the wonderful XValton sanitary breathing appliance. He was occasionally in- terrupted by a smiling, talkative lady whom he remembered as Miss Keck. It seemed every one had prospered, all but himself. Could it be that--who was it singing with such a rich voice? Ile turned, oh, he might have known, Simpson, the bass singer with the Cleopatra Opera company. Red haired and smiling, life one round of joy. Ladies and gfentleinenf the voice was the squire's. Ladies and gentlemen, our former vice president has come, completing the class roll so far as we know. You all remember Rhod. lf you people will kindly find your place we will proceedf' Yes, the man remembered Rosalie Fait, much the same as ever, happy and care free, she did not show the marks of passing years. He went to his seat and picked up the black card there. A broad smile Hickered on his face for a moment. Perhaps it would have been better. He glanced up. Beside him was a woman who by her manner he knew was married but who he recognized as Miss Florence xYllll1lll1S. A flush shot to his face. Ile was ashamed to speak. 'fQuite a crowd, isn't it F The man raised his head again. 'fYes,'l he answered, l suppose you know most every one here? Well, nearly all, she rejoined, You see that man over there? 'l'hat's Boyle, our great poet. They do say he is a second Homer and that woman over there in purple is Lil Flem- ing, lively as ever. lYho are those two over there? No, on the end? Oh. The one's Mr. Mclndoe, manager of the Greensburg Tribune you know. I don't re- member the other. At this point the first course was seryed and the man used all his energy in eating. Many a glance of pity came his way when peo- ple observed him. He finished in about half the time of any of the others. Then interest in his old classmates immediately asserted itself. XVho is that woman over there with the air of a book worm ? he asked. f'That's Miss Hebrank, librarian at the Un- derwood Library. And that gentleman be- side her is General Thompson. How disting- uished he looks? The man did not respond. Bitter thoughts hlled his mind. VVhy had he been cast aside in this great gamble, life. Yet before him were men worse off than he, failures through faults of their own. Yes, but they presented only a small minority. As he looked around the table he saw men and women who took life as a matter of course, satisfied with to- day and not caring for tomorrow. Then there were others who had gained fame and fortune, who were lauded throughout the land. He came to himself with a start. The former Miss 'Williams was speaking. f'Yes, and that woman over there is the great church singer, Miss Hensel. Do you see that kind looking old lady? That's Miss Blose, of the Duquesne Hospital, our former secretary, and that man beside her is Mr. james Truxall, general man- ager of the Greensburg foundriesfl H.-Xh, yes, the man murmured, and began again to study the people. There were Dick Cope, famous vaudeville starg Carl Lauffer, of the weather bureau at YVashington, Pro- fessor Roy, leader of the Greensburg Symphony Orchestra, and others whom he could not remember. Then down the table were Miss Cochrane, famous suffragette. Miss Rose Hawk, the principal of the grade schools of Jeannette, and Miss Kilgore, the famous actress. The man gazed at his tattered apparel. It confused him to be in the company of such noted people. lYho was it speaking? Yes, he remember- ed, it was Mr. John McKee, famous states- man, giving' the farewell address. He finished. the people rose, words of cheer entered his dazed brain, he moved toward the door with the throng and at last found himself on the sidewalk, alone. At first as he thought of the events of the evening a wave of despair swept over him but this was soon replaced with the determination to try again.

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CLASS HI TORY N the morning of September 3, 1910, one hundred thirty-five timid, frighten- ed little boys and girls crept cautiously up the hill to High School. Dark despair flooded the hearts of the faculty-the influx that year looked so impossible. XVith this class, there entered Mr. Heller, the new principal, and Miss YNray and Mr. Hammer, new teachers. As soon as the first excitement had abated, the children. under the supervision of Miss Shull, the idol of all Freshmen, held their first class meeting. Amid the volley of chalk erasers, books and rulers, the following dis- tinguished officers were elected: President. Eugene Fisher, Vice Presirent, Nancy Fisher, Treasurer, Glenn Hunter, and Secretary, Hel- en Robinson. Gold and white were chosen as class colors. Qui' favorite pastimes during the year were, running back and forth from one build- ing to the other and carrying around bottles of blue and red ink for Mr. Harkins. In fact, ink became so scarce that an ad, somewhat like this, appeared on Study Hall board: Lost or Strayed-Mr. Booher's ink for fountain pen. Finder please return. The annual toast-making of theAFreshman class was held in the auditorium, Friday af- ternoon, March twenty-fourth. Some of us are stilll wondering why the faculty wore such broad, indulgent smiles! XVhile at the Senior social, Bill Brown bc- eame lost in a two-step. .-X rescuing party, composed of the executive officers of the Sen- ior class, was formed and they, amid great applause. rescued little Bill from his perilous position. One of our many virtues displayed in these days, was quickness in everything we did or said. No wonder, with such a man at hand as Mr. Henry. who even said, Quickly, now quickly, to himself. Along with the close of the year came finals and many of the class became firm believers in Flunk and the class Hunks with you, Pass and you pass alone. XVith the coming of Sophcfinore year, one hundred ten lads and lassies swaggered up the hill to High. Exams had proved some- what serious to our members along with the ever present Dan Cupid.. Since then. we have lost just tive of our members dur to his strenuous bowing. A faint glimmer of hope began to fiutter in the hearts of the faculty. Possibility was be- ginning to appear, written on our counte- nances. Mr. Geissinger, the new principal in whom everyone has found a true, impartial friend, Miss Miller, Mr. Xtolfe, Mr. Smith, Mr. Saylor and Mr. XYimberly, the new coach, augmented our teaching force, Mr. Heller and the little coach having resigned. .-Xt a class meeting, Craig Hill was elected President, Carolyn Gilchrist, Vice President, lid. Bair, Treasurer, and Louise Coshey, Sec- retary. Blue and gold were our colors. lYe devoted most of the time throughout the year to studying. In English we became such sharks that several wonderful essays, by Hill and Denman containing these extracts are still in existence, just listen: A puddle is a body of water where there isn't usually any water. and ln running around a well, my watch jump- ed out of my pocket . .Xgain in Botany wc learned that it is such a little t1'ouble to do things over half a dozen times-for that reason we as a class are reputed to be such excellent penmcn. ,Xlvont this time, our dearly loved sister class, 1912. a class of true merit, began pre- parations for going out into the wide, wide world. .-Xs we watched them pass in cap and gown, we knew that a prosperous and happy year was ended and we slipped away to rest ourselves during the next three short months. On Sept. 1, 1912, eighty-five young men and women strutted up to High. Hope and given place to wonder. The faculty turned