Kutztown University - Keystonia Yearbook (Kutztown, PA)

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Class Officers 1913- 1914 Russell S. Santee, President Henry N. Kehres, Vice President Anna L. DeaTRick, Secretary Acnes L. ReinigeR, Treasurer 1914- 1915 Robert R. Abbrnethy, President Calvin E. Afflerbach, Vice President Agnes L. Rkiniger, Secretary Helen I. Enterline, Treasurer Class Colors Red and Rlub Class .motto Launched, but Whither Round” + Class J?loUicr Jack Rose Rud ♦ Class $cll K-S-N-S! Rah, rah, rah! Siss, boom, Ah! Rooma-laeka; booma-lacka! Boom! 1-9-1-5! 12

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Jno. J. Hottenstein, M. E. Bookkeeper and Treasurer; Penmanship David S. Keck. A. M. English Grammar and History Geo. C. Hordnbr. A. M. Higher Mathematics George I.. Swank, A. H. Greek and I.at in Frederick A. Sterner, 13. I’d. Latin and History 11

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Jraretoell ♦ IClast Poem) This is the time of departure. Our tasks at dear Normal are ended. Out of her halls like bees from their hive we arc joyfully going. Out to the world with its trials, girded with grit and diploma. Pleasantly think we of guiding America's promising children. Pleasantly think we of home-going, parents and friends there to greet us. How we shall spend our vacation, through meadows, in mountains, on seashore. Filled are our minds so aspiring as on these thresholds we linger. Freed from the cares of reciting and worry o'er lessons unlcarn'd. Under the open sky in the odorous air of the springtime. Stand we here teachers, moulders of mind and of morals. Over our joyous departure, steals a hand darkning our pleasure. Comes then a lull in our speaking, dread thought of leaving our schoolmates. As when the venomous snake steals into the nest of the songbird. Feel we this pain in our bosoms, till we can bear it no longer. Unchecked tears blot out the vision of teachers and dear friends so near us; Deathlike the silence seems, and unbroken, save by the wrong words Spoken by one or the other to ease the pang of departing. Never again to meet every friend in such a like gath'ring Dear old School, staunch friend and true hast thou been in our trials and troubles. Many truths madest thou clear that else might have slumbered in darkness Many a time we would blindly have faltered in ignorant despair. When like a mother true, guiding the steps of her babe, did thou lead us Slowly and surely and gladly as days succeeded each other. O thou dear Normal, farewell to thee, may the kind Heaven upon thee. Shower rich blessings which fall like rain on the enrth so refreshing. Cheering the hearts of thy teachers, soothing the minds of thy students. Never shall memory forsake us. always in doubt or in trouble. Shall our thoughts turn to thy precepts taught in the years we spent with thee. Tearfully say we farewell, and lovingly, hearts true do bless thee. —Akthi'x S. DlLCXR, '15. 13