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

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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

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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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NAME NICKNAME Andrew Albert Andy Wendell Allen Charlie Winifred Anderson Winnie Wallace Anderson Pussy Harry Armour ■ Marguerite Averill Maggie Ruth Bennington Mary Bowman Beth Gerald Brown Margaret Buxton Peg James Byers Murphy Eleanor Crawford Leland Crill Crill Eva El ford Irene Feigert Renee Frank Filer Dumpy Mary Fitzgerald Helen Flannery Irish James Hartt Jim Robert Loper Bobby Kathryn McCarl Kate Bruce McCartney Mac Martha McClelland FAVORITE SAYING AMBITION Oh, that’s easy To be a mechanic Mow’d you guess it? To be able to sling plaster Something like that To teach P. O. D. You can't get fresh with me To keep his figures straight Well I think . . . To speak louder Oh, I hate liars An itch to scribble Don’t ask me To be a chemistry teacher J wish you’d mind your own business To collect “bills” Oh, shucks. To stay shy of girls 1 never heard of that To be a stenographer Well, now you see it’s this way To make fun of everything Oh, heck. To be an expert at fingerwaving Hey! Listen! To teach girls how to dance It wasn’t right anyway. To make a racket Oh. curses. To get married Well, what do you want now ? To live in a work less world Oh, good night. To sing jazz over the radio Well, it’s a free country To marry an Englishman I don’t think that’s right To be sympathetic Hey To be a barber I don’t care To be an elocutionist Oh, nothing To run a pawnshop Got your Virgil? To be a medical missionary