Manasquan High School - Treasure Yearbook (Manasquan, NJ)

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THE TREASURE CHEST ' W' s ' wma - TREASURE CHEST Stuff Editors-in-Cliiej' ...... MYHA STILLE, MARION STILLIQ Art Editor ..,,..,.... , . , , ,...., . , , . GRETA MORRIS Sporls Editor, . . . , , , . . ,,.... NVM. ANDERSON Business Manager.. ..., . ROBERT MORRIS Typing I.,., ..., .... E N TELYN JOHNSTON Clubs ........ ...... . .JENNIE FREY Quomtions . . . . . . . .... CIAMILLA EGGIMANN Senior Zwirror .,....,.. ..........,, H OBERTA LEIGHTON The Treasure Chest supplies many pleasures for the students. Memories are cher- ished in picture form and as we turn the pages familiar faces are recalled. Several minor, but interesting, changes have been made in the arrangement of this yearls book. Through the untiring efforts of the advisers and mernbers of the Class of l91L0, this great book has been published. Among its pages we find much material on curricular and extra-curricular activities which have taken place during this memorable school year of 1939-1940. Class Night, Graduation, and Senior Play Programs have also been reproduced to bring back the joy and sorrow of those occasions to us. Under the capable supervision of Mr. Mathew Ciricolo, Bob Morris and his assistants successfully handled the financial side of the publication. Mr. Oxenford and his committee took charge of the photography. But, it was under Miss M. Margaret Smithis guiding hand that this book was edited. Other outstanding helpers are Dorothy Brandt, Katherine Sprague, Frances Lay- ton, Molly Fraley, Frances Hogate, Joan Wilson, James McCreevey, Marion Jensen, and Jane Pearce. The staff wishes to thank all those who have given their services and hope that the readers of this publication will enjoy reading this one as We have enjoyed other year books. lfiglzt

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THE TREASURE CHEST Ten CLASS POEM lay MULLY FR.41,1fY Early one September morning Shortly 'after the hour of dawning, A large group of lusty freshmen Tripped through this noble door. Full of life and full of vigor, Eager to sit down and figure Problems that were never solved before. How I look back ever thinking They will bother me no more They are solved forevermore. Still the second year is dancing In my memory entrancing We are seated in the class room as before. Problems grow much more perplexing, To our minds they grow more vexing. Itls our humble duty to implore. Only this and nothing more. We would like a nice vacation From the problems of inflation. Free from all the burdens that bore. Only this and nothing more. Once within the third year dreary, We were pondering weak and weary, All eyes cast upon the class room floor. Wrestling with tests that still resisted Though we manfully insisted ' And all mental powers enlisted. They remained unsolved for evermore. As we sat there gently napping. Witll our pencils slowly tapping, And our eyes upon the class room floor. Suddenly a great ovation I had found an explanation. I had found a great salvation, So I turned and whispered for assistance Classmate. just once more. 0, how well I do remember Early in a bleak November When we were the Senior Class of yorel How we thought that our salvation Woilld be the day of graduation And our troubles would be things of yorel 0, begone our demonstration! Finished is our education, All the problems that have gone before How I look back ever thinking They will bother me no more Free from care for evermorel