McKinley Technical High School - Techite Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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ee eee ee LASS HISTORY PacE 13 humorists, Sachs and Fegan, not to mention Amelia Gude, Thomas, Preil, and the choruses of seniors? Where would our cadets have learned to be so bloodthirsty without Gillette, Gessford, Brumbaugh, Burner, Dodge, Marshall, Byler, Ellis, Bissett, French, Stearman, Slanker, and Hunt? Our citizens may still sleep peacefully o' nights with these crafty warriors on deck. Where would the speed in our track team have come from without Ryan, Powell, Easter, and Lipscomb? How could Tech Life have achieved its most successful year without Tibbitts, Thomas, Gessford, Stickel, Mincosky, and Bomar? And we might state here ignorant peruser of this account of well-known doers and doings, that we may grow up and marry and be happy, but never will we forget the Tech “she’s” of our high school days as typified by Margaret Kroll, Helen Faris, Edith Murray, Louise Leeke, Amelia Gude and Mary Trigg and, in fact, all of them. These facts, even though they come from our unparalleled class, may at first startle you but when you remember that modesty is still our watchword— what do you know, after all? Everything you do, have done, or will do, Under- grads, we have already done just a little better and a little more wisely than you. You know that! But now we're leaving. No more shall we be late to school; no more will we skip; no more will we fall in love with fair Techites, lag in the corridors, harmonize on the hymns in assembly, spill H2 SO4 on our new clothes, or get sent to the office—for we are graduating, and despite the fact that we all claim to be glad our school days are over, still we'll miss the haleyon days we spent at Tech and we now realize, “With a sudden, swift, realization That there’s still quite a bit we don’t know.” But we'll always have a warm spot in our hearts for you, Tech, and for the days we spent with you, so with a queer little ache in us, somewhere, and a last look around us—we go, Ropcer D. Gessrorp.

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— —— 7 5 ae CLASS HISTORY. PAGE 8 our names on the walls of the tool-room. Our names grew to be well-known throughout Tech. We were nearing the apex of ies and we firmly clinched our right to the title of “The Pride of Tech. Soon after we became seniors, we elected officers and have never regretted our choice. For band-major we chose “Pooh-Bah,” who is enrolled in Math. as R. Branson Thomas, a dark horse until the sixth semester, but when he did come out—he did. To succeed him, in case of his decease from worrying about whether the class will not be able to do at least one original thing each week, we chose Margaret Kroll, an extremely attractive and unmilitant suffragist. Our stellar student, Donald W. Marshall, we elected to the post of official “Keeper of the Rolls.” For custodian of the cash-box we elected Rodger Gessford, who with his cheerful deputy, “Gus” Harris, managed to “kid’’ us away from our “two-bits” every time. It is said that the reason these two are always happy is because they always have plenty of money. For assistant treasurer, we elected Amelia Williams, who, since she is conscientious, is always worrying about what is becoming of the “klass kale.”” Our well-known wit, Norvell Stearn, we made sergeant-at-arms. He succeeds in keeping us quiet in meeting by drowning us out. A few facts about our class: Average height—45 feet, 8 and 16-15 inches. General appearance—excellent, except for loud socks and neckties. Predominat- ing complexion—brunette, but white. Average age—Boys, somewheres above 17; girls, none of your business. Favorite recreation—recreating. Most popular member.—disputed. Favorite study—Simpson’s Course in Dietetics. Favorite sport—of boys, talking to girls; of girls, vice versa. And now friends, you have heard (accent) and seen our doings so we need say no more about them than to mention a few names in June 717, that have become especially noted in Tech by their assistance in Tech’s victories. Could our baseball team have baseballed without Pfeiffer, Snyder, Parker, Myers, Waite? Could we have won three football championships without Easter, Pfeiffer, Myers, Parker, Borland, and Snyder? Would our G. O. have been so successful without Margaret Kroll and the gascous talk emitted by William Alexander Harris Church, Jr., and “Bob” Anderson ? ; ; Could we have won the first basketball championship we were competing for without Myers, Borland, Pfeiffer, and Biggs? } Would our orchestra have played so sweetly without Sachs, Biggs Camp- bell, Zanoff, and Mary Trigg? |. i a rs , Would our plays have been one-half so successful without our well-known A ee oe ROE EN Ree

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$$ err CLASS POEM PAGE 14 Class Poem When comes glad Spring, with all her vernal joys Unveiled; when verdant Summertime awaits The coming of her noon; then dawns the day When loving friends must leave these hallowed halls. The spirit sweet of bounteous Nature’s joys Is tinged now with sadness, lasting, keen. Sweet Friendship, what a treasured light is thine, That spreads adown the future’s misty halls, Nor shrinks nor fades in glimm’ring doubt o’erspread, But brightens, richens, mellows as we view it, And bathes us in its radiant, sunny warmth. The halcyon days of High School, hallowed times! For so they seem to us, impatient ones Who strove by wiles and cunning to evade Our teachers, (patient souls), and books, and tests: We wished them all beyond the ocean’s strand. But now, as summer brings us to their end, We sigh, and long in parting yet to stay Amongst their simple joys. : Enough of this! the greedy world awaits. A tear we leave, a parting clasp exchange, A ling’ring thought to High School’s sheltered calms ; To joys received by thankless, selfish hands ; To school life’s charms, the Springtime of our lives; To friendships, strengthened as the years pass on. For all of these we sigh in sadness deep ; To all we leave a lasting, fond adieu. W. A. H. Cuurcu, U3