Houtzdale High School - Jack O Lantern Yearbook (Houtzdale, PA)

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W. I -u gg THE JACK o' LANTERN g y THE MESSAGE I love to sit on a 'summer night - And list to the gentle breeze, As laden with poignant sweetness it blows And rustles the leaves of the trees. It wafts me a message from heaven itself, A strain of delight from each star, Seek Beauty, it says and it's music divine Is borne to regions afar. Seek Beauty, the words echo long in my mind As lingers a lovely refrain, And I long to search for that heavenly gift, Without which all life is in vain. But I need not go far to attain my ideal It glows in the stars overhead, It lives all about, beneath every cloud, 'Tis the beacon by which souls are led. ' -Dorothy Pidgeon '26 pf! X K . N ff WHEN WE WERE FRESHIES When we were Freshies we didn't scoff At respect for Seniors, Juniors and Sophsg We stood in constant dread of the Profs, When we were Freshies. We studied our lessons and yelled for our team And held our elders in highest esteemg A' Of all fine classes we were the cream, When we were Freshies. But the Freshies now nev r make a fussy They never dream of re pe ing' usg Things aren't just like t y used to lwvas When we were Freshies. X -Dorothy Pidgeon '26 ,f -45.- X I ANN. ' l-,Na v' - --In . u A . ,i

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.-- .- - -.al :--'---1 'i'Hii.igAoK o' LANTERN mg, g THE TAXI There are many, many taxis, 'lhe brown, the blue and the yellow But we prefer the red one Driven by Helen's fellow. At first it was a Chevrolet But it became to small Now she has an Oldsmobile That's big enough for all. 'When its raining torrents ' And we're feeling kind of blue, Then the taxi heaves in sight We all could love Earle too. One-day at time fordinner The car did not appear, ' Said Helen to the gang What's happened to my dear? Vacation come at last And all our troubles o'er A But we all weep to think That the taxi comes no more. i Before it was on school roads, A, car which sixsdid carry, Now takes a lane that's shady, Where only two do tarry. -Catherine Boulton '2 P THE CALL Hear the sound of trumpet, List the beat of drum, Calling each to service Till the mighty deed is done. Can you stand and listen? Can you hush the call? Ever onward, go to struggle, God will watch us all. There He stands amid the heavens His arms, they beckon still, X Rise, go, and conquer, Sh-ow your might of will. Now the fight is over, Death has claimed us all, But we died in service, What glory, we answered every ' lcall. We gaze upon the future, Judging each, his man, Hoping HE will serve and serve, As we know He really can. -George Dickey S. MY MOTTO Though my name is not Pollyanna And I don't find a joy in each care, I think I would rather be smiling Than wearing a look of despair. I shall try to be happy and cheerful Instead of gloomy and sad . And I think I shall find after all That this old life's not so bad. -Eleanor Pidgeon, '29. I ,1e-:Eff?Ss- NIGHT Mystic night, to thee I sing Weaver of a thousand spells, Fond enchantment thou dost fling Over hills and over dells. Paragon of loveliness, ' What rare music thou dost hear! --44 ' v . -zu.. if ,iv 5.5, -.af r -'-A Night divine I must confess, There is magic in thy air. Gentle breezes blown fromheaven Breathe a message from afar, Words of hope to mortals given Guidance from a radiant star. What sweet perfumes thou dost fwaft Night, thou goddess fair and free! Thou dost bear men's souls aloft, Into higher realms with thee. Ah, enchantress,time is fleeting, Soon must dawn another day, But with thee I'll have a meeting When the daylight fades away. -Dorothy Pidgeon '26 .P-, ,,,. -

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g J-ACK o' LANTERN LOOKING BAGKWARDS How sweet to be young and going to school, With naught to do but keep the good rule, Too late we realize our folly, And wish'we' still were young and jolly. It was just ten years ago in May, When I smiled on Graduation Day, I didn't know that I would be, b The English Teacher in '23, One never knows what one will do, And so the old proverb proves true, Live your life as best you can, No use to set a model plan. For if we could guess our future true, A lot of wonderful things we'd do, We'd probably only do things worse, And make a mess of the universe. V -Sadie McKenzie Wisner '16 so's YOUR ou: MAN A I Q The stars were shining bright, U And in her eyes there glowed a golden light, He clasped her hand and held it tight, And for many minutes he tried with all his might To make her tellg i 1 For he was sure that light Meant that she, loved him well, Tell me, he said that you love me, That is all I ask. Fool, she said, I was looking at your iiask. So's your old man. . . -Helen Dickey '26 ' -'46--s za u 3 ' fs ' .i,g,gjlfSi.i?fe',44h,g4