Mercersburg High School - Meminisse Yearbook (Mercersburg, PA)

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elm gm., Now we've come to graduation Fare thee well to M. H. S. Fare thee well to all the scenes we love so well. Though we feel some jubilation, We are really sad at heart, And the magic of remembrance casts a spell. Yes, the magic of remembrance That endears to us these things Will remain with us as long as times goes on. Though we've tried to do our duty, And have given of our best, Still we'll pass and be forgotten like the rest. To the halls that we've loved And have marked and defaced Fare thee well. And to classes to come, who Will now take our place Fare thee well. Into the bright future now go we Sure of success and prosperity. Mercersburg, we'll remember thee. Fare thee well. Written by: Alice Watson Pauline Armstrong Margaret Stoner Lee Bowers

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Alice Catherine Watson Stia Academic Glee Club fl, 2, 5, 41, Operetta CZ, 3, 41, Girls' Basket- ball CS, 41, FHA CSongleader 3, Secretary 41, Tri-Hi-Y CSecretary 2, 3, President 41, Press Club C4, Secretary 31, Bulletin Staff Cl, 21, Accompanist CS, 41, Meminisse Staff fliditor-in-Chief 41. Versatile . . . journalistic aspirations . . . extra-curricular interests . . . vacations in Philly . . . procrastinator . . . spearmint gum . . . sports lover . . . honors in every sub- ject . . . a liking for French names Csuch as DeVigne1 . . music and art . . . Fermez la bouchef' Marian Gertrude Zimmerman ITM Zim General 1 Meminisse Staff fCirculati0n Manager 41. Enviable height . . . brown curly locks . . . vim, vigor, and vitality . . . honor student with plenty of ambition . . . never a thing to do in study hall . . . has trouble staying in her seat . . . a typing fiend . . . big brown - eyes. '7 . ' ' L , 41165, A at 06? Qyffr tcp, , V U if'l61: s-uluiflcf ?Z7'7fZ7!Zi' Zj,66!Lf J

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Glass Hisfoz 1946--The corn was green that year, to be sure, but we were even greener. Un- believably naive . . . and, oh so gulliable! With awesome eyes we regarded the upperclassmen: the nonchalant juniors, the omnipotent seniors. Ut was, more or less, our awkward age-the age when arms seemed to dangle conspicuously, when legs seemed suddenly queer and much too long. It was the age when big, awkward feet continually led us into head-on collisions with seniors who, it seems, had the disconcerting habit of depositing themselves in a freshman's path deliberately. We, unsuspecting little termites, felt that we were responsible and immediately offered a profusion of sheepish apologies. Few seniors condescended to accept these humble utterances. They always maintained a sort of speak when you're spoken to attitude., Despite our lack of experience, however, we affected the sudden and exaggerated maturity that only a freshman can know, For us it was the first act of a great and intensely human comedy-drama. With butterflies in our stomachs-a pure case of stage fright--we faced our audience, gaining new confidence from their encouraging applause, A memorable year it was. We can never forget the much- discussed initiation day . . . the ingenuous pride that was ours when we presented our first assembly . . . singing in the Christmas cantata . . . the spring music festival . . . May Day . . . the final emerging from our lowly state to the role of sophomores! 1947-As the curtain was raised for the second act, the butterflies in our stomachs began to subside. The footlights seemed less dazzling, we acted with more as- surance. The sudden realization came to us that it was wonderful to be able to have even a small part in this play, that it was wonderful to be one of the cast. Diligently we played our respective roles, trying hard to boost our marks-to be a credit to M. H. S. fAll uncertainty had vanished. No longer were the upper- classmen like a superior race. They were just fellows and girls like us who wanted to become better citizens and who had chosen school as their first step., Little things helped to make it a big year . . . initiating the new freshmen and some new teachers Knot without a touch of fiendish delight, . . . debating in civics class . . . grumbling about Latin verbs or algebra problems . . . visiting Baker's Cavern . . . participating in the colorful operetta, Rose of the Danube . . . collect- ing wild flowers for biology class fand wondering why all flowers had to have scientific names, . . . touring Washington in May and serenading the President with happy birthday to you . . . taking our growing pains in stride. 1948-Act Three. Was it possible that our stage fright had vanished completely? How calmly we played the role of juniors! The nonchalance we had yearned for so much was now ours. We marveled at the swiftness with which time traveled, not knowing fully whether we wanted the final act to be so close or not. fW e looked forward to attaining our ultimate goal-graduation, but it seemed afar off and, thinking only of the present, we flung ourselves wholeheartedly into studies and extra-curricular activities.,