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

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iHi-Uimes Class Poem As sailors in a mighty port We entered Mercer High, To sail upon the roaring deep And meet the deep blue sky. Then to the stern our students crept, With courage strong and true; They conquered tempests as they came And sailed the Ocean blue. Sometimes our course was not so clear Sometimes we were depressed, But now the port we sought is near With honor we are blest. Our banner’s floated o’er the school Our mast of white and green, We’ve kept it waving ever high That it may well he seen. It fills us with a sense of love A love for loyalty, And takes us to our Freshmen days With all their jollity. Our Sophomore days, and Junior, too, We hate to pass beyond, For then, we know, our Senior ones Will very soon be gone. In sports and in the contests, too, Our students did their best. With truth and victory as their goal They always stood the test. Our warning words to all our friends Our friends of Mercer High, Are, “Do your best, for all the while School days are slipping by.” For very soon and very sure You’ll sail into the port, So may your efforts all be true And not the idle sort. We sec a light that beckons us One glowing left and right, We hear a voice that’s calling us, Long live the blue and white! —Phyllis Blake.

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tHi-Gimes ROBERT SHAFFER Latin Club, Senior Play. “The only reward of virtue is virtue; the only way to have a friend is to be one.” MIRIAM ISABEL SCHMIDT Vice Pres, of Class 1, Glee Club 1 -2-3-4, Class Basketball 1-2-3, Program Com. Jr.-Sr. Banquet, Senior Play, Essay alt. 3, Junior Music Club 4. Looks are what count In this modern day and age. Happy smiles and sunny dispositions, I )imples, too, are all the rage. HELEN MARGARET THOMPSON Quiet, sincere, has little to say. But she makes life a little happier For some one every day. MARTHA HELENE VAN ATTA Student Council 1. Menu Com. Jr.-Sr. Banquet. Sr. Play, Jr. Music Club 1-2-3-4, Glee Club 1-4, Ring Committee 3. Martha’s tall and Skinny, But what is wrong with that ? ’Twould be a very funny class If everyone were fat. Recitation alt. 1, English 2, History 3, Glee Club 1-2-3-4, Sec. of Class 2-4, Science Club 3, (Sec. and Treas.) 4, Reception Com. Jr.-Sr. Banquet 3, Sr. Play, Hi-Times Staff 4. HELEN RUTH WRIGHT Glee Club 1-2-3-4 Helen does her work and goes her way, Without so very much to say. Nineteen

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Jfi-'Gimes Presenting “Lost Opportunities” Written by------- - Charlotte Reed Extra — extracorric — extracurriculum. There! I knew I could spell it. Gracious! I do have such a time spelling that word. Perhaps it is because I am so little acquainted with extracurricular work. Ever since I have been in High School, my feet have been too cold to warrant my venturing out as a contestant in our Literary Contests. The undertaking has always seemed far too immense for me. Once upon a time, you may not believe it, I, even I, went out for Latin. It was when I was a Freshman, but I soon weakened and fell out of the race. I still believe that I was the greenest of all green Freshmen that have entered or ever will enter Mercer High School for doing such a thing. Each year since I have been attacked by the contest fever. At such times I would partially make up my mind that I, too, would win a medal. However, when the time came for enlistments, where had all my perfectly good resolutions gone? We’ll say back to chaos from whence they came. Often I have sat through a Chapel period and listened with a critical ear at the various contestants. Above all other things the recitations have always been subject to the severest criticisms on my part. After the recitations have been finished, always one of two reactions has taken place within me. Either I have had the feeling that the reciter was good, but I could have done as well, or if the reciter was exceptionally poor, I have had the impulse to give him a good shaking up for committing such a cruel murder. But now I have grown gray in the shackles. It is too late to make amends for past negligence because my High School life is about to end. Of course, I have never blamed anyone but myself for my not having won any medals or laurels. Hereafter, I shall instill in the mind of every Freshman whom I may chance to meet, the sorrows that result from not grasping Father Opportunity tightly by the hand. Twenty-one