Lambertville High School - Hiltopia Yearbook (Lambertville, NJ)

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DONALD ZAHLER BuIgy Glee Club 3, Archery Club l, Cooking Club 1, Operetta 2, Football 2, Baseball 1. That's a joke, son! cmd we mean Donny, the Senator Claghorn ot Lambertville. We offer him as our representative to Congress as he could even argue Iohn L. Lewis out of wanting his Way. SCHOOL PLEDGE I pledge to the Lambertville High School my loyalty, honor, and determination to gain and to hold tor it the highest possible standards, both in scholastic and extracurricular activities. 44

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L 5-r LORRAINE VAN HORN KENNETH TRAUGER Duckey Swing Band 1, Football Z, Track 3. Here comes the mailman! We mean ex-mailman. but Ken was certainly pretty busy around Christmas- time. His great ambition is to be a champion bowler, but we predict he's destined for the wedding march. ALBERT TRAUTZ Grumpy Archery Club 2, Football 2. What is that noise? No, it's certainly not quiet A1- bert, but only his last. jivey records. His interest in hot music and a certain sophomore girl are the top two on his hit parade. uNane Hockey 4, Basketball 3, Baseball 3, Track 3, Commercial Club 1, Dramatic Club 1, Oper- etta 1, Glee Club 2. You must have been a beautiful baby, cause baby look at you now is the song associated with our pint-sized package of dynamite. This little girl makes a high score with the boys as well as in sports. PHILIP WELSH Goal-sie Baseball 4, Science Club 1, Glee Club 1, Cook- ing Club 1, Track 2. How many hearts have you broken with those great, big beautiful eyes? What about it, Phil? Start the cameras rolling. Here comes the look of the sen- ior class. PATRICIA WORTHINGTON Pat Art Club 1, Fashion Show 3, Glee Club 2. A stitch in time saves nine. Miss Gerrity's pro- tege must have learned this when she was kicking the slats out of her cradle. Those beautilul clothes she just runs up in her spare time are really out ot this world.

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23' ll ir, X hm CLASS POEM Our days in L.H.S are over, The hill no more we'll climb, Our classes, books, and teachers We'l1 leave them all behind. The friends we've made, we'll not forget Nor the things that we have done. Our dances, parties, clubs, and plays, And all the games we have won. We'1l never forget those happy times Though we've had sad ones, too. Homework! Detention! Games that we lost! Not many, just a few. We have all learned day by day That whatever our race, religion, or creed God made us equal, therefore, we feel We are all friends, in word and in deed. RUTH LANDIS 45