Lansford High School - Panther Yearbook (Lansford, PA)

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sk ,gf -.., xg 1 -if -'-:..--.-.1-1..1.,.g-.1.,. . lwgwwsyfzii- A .. . W, .,,,1,1.5f'1 ' PARTING SONG OF 43 000 Written by'--Betty Tonkin TunefflAs Time Goes Byl Dear Class of 43 We now depart from thee May this be our one plea To let our thoughts remain forever of 43 The progress we have made We hope shall never fade. Out of our memory. We hope to make the future brighter dear 43. School days are over, we'lI be on our way. Out through life's portals, trying to be gay. lt won't be easyg It won't be all play But we'Il pledge our best each day. So now dear friends good-bye These twelve years sure did fly But they shall never die Instead our memories live with me eternally.

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'ar -1, REVEILLE TO TAPS C-00 On September 2, l942, the Lunsford High School drafted one hundred thirty-six boys and girls into the senior class. Because of the present world conflict these students endeavored to adiust themselves to the changes it had wrought. Many became air-raid wardens, messengers, and ration volunteers. Chewing gum, candy, and such luxuries were abandoned in favor of weekly purchases of war stamps and bonds. Football, however, became a definite part of the senior schedule. The loyal fans, who flocked to the stadium, rose to their feet, cheering wildly at the outstanding perform- ances of Captain Alex Ferretti, Joseph Petko, Edward Klementovic, and George Boyle who again and again carried the pigskin over the line! The season was climaxed at Coal- dale where the team soundly thrashed the Orange and Black opponents to the tune of l9f0! Not to be outdone by these superb athletes, the dramatically inclined seniors pre- sented as their annual class program a play entitled She Was Only A Farmer's Daughter. This old-fashioned melodrama revived the Gay Ninety Era and kept the audience roaring. The heroine, Millie lAlma Vanal was rescued from the clutches of a dastardly villain, Mulberry Foxhall lSidney Cohenl by dashing, daring, young Osgood Smithers lWilliam Whildinl. Sidney Cohen almost stopped the show with his hissing speech, characteristic of all old-time villains. The enthusiastic audience applauded spontaneously, at the close of the performance the members of the entire cast took their well-deserved bows. The seniors next invaded the field of forensics. ln oratory Alma Vana and Arthur Altschuler by their eloquent and well-delivered speeches captured first place in the girls' and boys' contests. The debate team, however, was severely handicapped by the gasoline shortage which prevented its competing with distant high schools as it had done in previous years. In the way of social activities the seniors held three very successful dances. One at the beginning of the termfa sort of Welcome Back Hop, the second, a gay Holiday Jive, while the third was the annual Easter Ball. Meanwhile the war began to creep closer to home, soon some senior boys, restless and raring to get into the fight, ioined Uncle Sam's forces. ln a short while these lads bade their Alma Mater farewell, promising to visit her on every furlough. At school a Victory Corps was organized, and on bright, sunny days the military-minded boys and girls, marched in their respective squads. ''Left-right-left-right-forward-march! Many of the senior boys and girls, who possessed a powerful larynx and the vital quality of leadership, were appointed corporals of various groups. The Army and Navy test books had a place in the seniors' schedule, preparing them for eventual induction into the WAACS, the WAVES, the air, sea, or land forces. Each bewitching feminine or superb laheml masculine specimen awaited eagerly the call to arms. The days sped by. March, April, May-and then came the long-awaited month of June. First, the solemn Baccalaureate exercises, next the comedy and sadness of Class Night, and finally the poignant and heart-warming hours of Commencement. Memories never to be forgotten! A hundred and one scenes to remember in future years! Onward, Class of '43, Forward March to Victory!

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FORWARD MARCH! As Freshmen we were green as grass ln dear old Lansford High. We stood and watched the classes pass, And then we wondered why. As Sophomores we were very wise, There's naught we did not know. We'd always register surprise lf someone doubted so. As Juniors we all realized That we were growing old, We really worked and highly prized Our class rings made of gold. As Seniors we are rather blue That school days here are o'er, A world of chaos bids us too To ioin Life's Victory Corps. Dear L. H. S., we say odieu As now we graduate, The class of '43, 'tis true, From you do separate.