Mercer High School - Hi Times Yearbook (Mercer, PA)

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H I - T I M E s (f SENIOR CLASS POEM The gate of knowledge opened a little, A timid Freshman crept in. He gazed in awe At the things he saw, At the children grown women and men. Nine months rolled from the revolving year. Nine periods of joy and dismay. Then with steps more assured And air more secure, He prepared to greet Sophomore days. As he learned about Caesar and studied his works A desire sprung up in his heart. A desire to press on E’re chance had gone, A yearning for Junior art. There he wandered in wisdom's plenteous fields. Sometimes lie was left on a shoal. Hut already in sight I.ike a far-away light. Was the aim of his striving—the goal. As he roved in bliss on the top o’ the world, He paused to look over the years. A regretful sigh And a misty eye, Reveal gladness mingled with tears. The gate of knowledge opened wide, A serious Senior passed through. Time was yet young The year '31, The Senior had done his due. He took his place among men in the world, With a glad, proud gleam in his eye. His tasks he performed With simple decorum, For he was of Mercer Hi. MARGl’ERITE AVER ILL. Twenty-six

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IT I - T I M E S DOROTHY JANE WOODWARD History, alt. (3); Music (4); Invitation Com. Jr.-Sr. Banquet (3); Class Basket Ball (2.4); (Bee Club (3,4); Dramatic Club (3). Why is she always happy? Why is she never blue? It is because she says life is what you make it. And she practices it in school. CLIFFORD SCOTT ZAHNISER Senior 1 1 lay (4). Clifford is a quiet boy. Not too gloomy, full of joy. Every day he comes to class, And every day performs his tasks. RUTH ESTHER WYME (Bee Club (4); Piano, alt. (4); Dramatic Club (3); Menu Com. Jr.-Sr. Banquet (3). Ruth is happy and she’s gay When she's with the crowd each day. But when the teacher calls on her She's quite the other way. MYRTLE MARIE YOUNG Basket Ball (4); (Bee Club (4); Athletic Officer Sec. (4). Never cross and never snappy, Always pleasant, always happy, Brown-eyed girl she is indeed, Trusty friend in every need. DOROTHY MAE YAK JAN Class Basket Hall (4); Glee Club (3). Gentlemen prefer blondes, Say the most of guys; And Dorothy just confirms it With the blue in her eyes. MARY ISABELLE FITZGERALD Glee Club (3,4). Obeys all the rules and never goes to the movies. Twenty-five

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III - T I M E S THE CLASS WILL Wc, the class of 31, being of a sound mind and of good health and about to depart from this school life, make this our last will and testament, and hope that the persons remembered herein will think of us departing ones as models of scholarly ability. Section 1. As executors of this will we name Miss McClellan. Mr. Patterson, and Mr. Hettinger. Section 2. Article 1. To the faculty we bequeath all our books to be burned on a funeral pyre constructed in the furnace. Article 2. We hereby appoint the janitor to preside at this rite. Section 3. Article 1. We, the seniors, leave to the juniors our class spirit. Article 2. kWe leave to the sophomores our spirit of friendliness. Article 3. We would leave a little friendly advice to the freshmen. “Plod on and on. Remember when you become a senior you can lord it over the lower class-men.” Section A. Individual bequests. I. Mariel Steister, leave my curls to Lizzie Coleman, and my little note book to John Sampson, although I know he doesn’t need it. I. Sara Ringer, leave my popularity to Ada Whitehouse. I, Irene Feigert, leave my precious book on reducing to Martha Grace Elder. Wc, Margaret Buxton, Dorothy Yarian, and Myrtle Young, leave all chewing gum under our desks to any juniors who may occupy them next year. 1, Harry Miller, leave my rosy blushes to Skinny Vanatta. Robert Loper leaves to any worthy male member of the junior and sophomore classes, the most precious care of his sister classmates. I. Dot Woodward, leave my telephone calls to Minnie George. I. Bruce McCartney, leave my ability to play basketball to John Leisher. We, Wendell Allen, Marlin O’Mahony, Nevin Willis, James Byers, do becpieath for one year to anyone desirous of it, our ability to act. I, Helen McLaughry, leave my ability to judge people to Kathryn Dunlap. I, Bud Montgomery, leave my booming bass to Paul Kirila, to be used in Chapel performances only. We, Clifford Zahniser and Eva El ford, leave our non-reciting in English to Ted Sutton and John Masson. I. Frank Filer, bequeath my aeroplane tie to Broncho Generalovitch. We. Lcland Crill, Bud Anderson, Chris Steingrabe, Harry Armour, leave our fatal failing of saying the right thing at the wrong time to Paul Robson, Helen Wylie, Martha Vanatta, and Jim Peters. I, Florine Weller, leave my argumcntal powers to Earl Miller. I, Mary Fitzgerald, leave my captivating giggle to “Lib” Montgomery. We, Mary Bowman, Eleanor Crawford, Mabel Masters, leave our great knowledge of “Trig” to Beulah Bowman, Beulah Livermore, and Beulah Gawne. I, Ruth Wylie, leave my duties as class librarian to Laura King if she can stand such strenuous and nerve racking work. I. Kate McCarl, leave my ability to get in good with tin- teachers to John Masson. I. James Hartt, leave my reputation as a chatterbox to Mary Vogan. I, Paul Woods, leave my over studied Chemistry book to Glen Hovis. In witness whereof, wc do set our hand and seal this day of June, anno Domini, one thousand nine hundred and thirty-one. CLASS OF 1931, Helen Flannery Twenty-seven