Lemasters High School - Parnellian Yearbook (Lemasters, PA)

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FAREWELL Four years have quickly flown by Since we entered Lemasters High, But new 'tis time to say e.di,eu . And our parting words are few. . 'When we entered in Thirty-eight Ours was the largest class to dateg Some have dropped along the way But thirty-one decided to stay. To new ones starting this four year climb We leave to you all we'vo left behind. The way may seem both steep and long, But you'll be able to trudge along. To the faithful teachers we homage pay And regret this brings our parting day. You have aided and assisted us along And now we can happily say So long! Now a new step of life has begun Since our high school days are done. We begin our whole life anew With success and happiness our distant view. With our start from L.H.S. We are sure to do our best. The world before us dismal lies, But renders fortune to these who try. So, dear old L.H.S., we say Farewell , Yet here fond memories have to dwell. Our parting words we new implore And say Farewell for ovormore. Betty Juno Faith

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THE PHYSICISTH Tuesday morn has rolled aroundg Time for Physics bell to soundg Every senior takes his place, With a laugh upon his face, 'Tis Ulabu day I Apparatus we set up' UJuniorn lazy as a 'pupH. Teacher comes and gives the low-down 'Till he finally gets around. 'Tis lab day I We have good times on that day, 'Til we hear the teacher say Assignment for tomorrow will be From page 192 to page 233, 'Tis lab day I By collaboration , Isobel Beatty Susan Rockwell William Failor THE NIGHT How peaceful is the night When all is still and oalm and clear, When birds are 'sleeping far and near, And the owl comes out to make his flighti How peaceful is the night ' With a blanket of star, dust over our heads Sparkling a glow to light us to bed, Beneath the silence of the night. How beautiful is the night When the moon makes a path of lovers' delight, To stroll and dream through the peaceful night 'Till the Sandman puts them to bed. William Failor

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FROM MY BEDROOM WINDOW The sun had not yet appeared, but the gray sky was parted near the horizon, and its edges shone crimson with the coming day. Lifeloss fields were covered with a white blankoty film of sparkling dew which glimmered and glistened like a luxurious diamond in the noonday sun. Afar off across the ungrazod pasture lends, I caught the sight of a manly figure clad in a flowing garment, so purely white it reminded mo of the rolling white clouds which were rapidly and forcefully seeking their own homes in the heavenly blue sky. Thinking of all the terrors of the horrible war, this purely white-robed spectacle impressed me greatly and brought back all longings for loved ones vrho were fearlessly plodding along in the unfamiliar routine of war. About to lose myself in deep penetrating loneliness, I was brought ' .L baek to reality by the budden melodious song of a robin that had staunchly perched himself on the unrebed maple in front of my window- ' Betty Jane Faith A WOODLAND VIEW AT TWILIGHT Looking from our cabin you will first notice the tall dark trees rising like a formidable wall all around you. But a closer look will re- veal many openings in this wall of giant oaks. One of the larger of those is an old deep-rutted wagon road, and if it could talk it would tell of the many wagon loads of lumber hauled over it. Looking to the right you can just see o. little mountain stream studded with mess covered rocks, which are wet with spray from the rushing water, This gay little stream flows under an old bridge which is beginning to crumble with age. From this bridge, sliver brook trout may be seen at play in the deep pools below. . Donald Lawyer NIGHT TIME Sitting Stllfl window I soothe shadows of the trees fall across the moonlit earth. In the silence an indifferent owl lots everyone lmow he is present. The stream of water flows swiftly by like a beautiful streak of silver. Far above the stars twinkle like diamonds of rare beauty, among the few white, floooy clouds which are rapidly disappearing. The round full moon floods the earth with its gorgeous light and the dark, still night is one of heavenly splendor. Again that squoaking sound of the owl shreaks through the quiet of the night, and my thoughts are back to the silvery water and wavering shadows. Susan Rockwell