Moorestown Senior High School - Nutshell Yearbook (Moorestown, NJ)

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'uf 10 THE NUTSHELL TI-IE I-IOHCDR GROUP They, awhile their companions slept lVe1'e tofiliing upward in the night. . GREAT English sage put into terse phraseology an idea that many A thoughtful persons have shared when he said, Knowledge is Power. ' VVith each accomplishment achieved, there comes a developing ability to meet new and more difficult demands, to climb to greater heights, to breathe the more rarefied air of the loftier plane attained. As the path winds ever up and up, the traveler enjoys a broader and ever broader viewg his horizon expands, the tram- mels of awkward inexperieuce are shaken OH, and he enjoys the new freedom born of conscious success. The members of Moorestown High School's honor group have laid for themselves a substantial foundation on which to build the superstructure of culture.They have acquit- ted themselves Well, and are entitled to the respect of their classmates and schoolmates. They have added their chapter to the scholastic history of hioorestown High School. It remains now for them to pursue their careers with honor, to meet without loss of respect the larger competition that the world of affairs will offer them. As they rise on 'gstepping-stones of their dead selves to nobler things, they ivil be attended by hloorestown High School's best good wishes to her honor students of 1932: Emma Powell, Jane Blaker, Jene Bailey, Dorothy Mozer, Esther Cresthull, Esther hlullowney, Richard VValroncl, Joseph Steinmetz, hiildred Adams, Dorothy Jones, Alice Foster, and Charlotte Brown. -,QP f ti 14, .... 5. eQEs ,a df5g

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S0 sailed we on and did not stop till Spring VVhen, by an island where we beached our ships, VVe met the Twenty-Nine and there did bring A hearty song and greeting from our lips, Where, listening to the Bluebird Song we heard The murmuring Indian streams, the soft canoe, The promise of the spring, the dauntless bird. Then plucked the flowers of victory for the crew. Next year we struck the wind and open sea. Our flagship, Sophomore',, cut the briny waves. Miss Shinn advised the crew for she could be The friend that leads, encouragement that saves. Once more our captain, Falker, took the wheel, And Kassekert was first mate brave and bold, Shoemaker wrote the log with earnest zeal. Joe Steinmetz, he the artist, kept the gold. Upon a sunset island in the west We found our golden rings with shouts of glee, VVith Carpe Diem written on their crest, Our chosen oath of opportunity. The breeze grew-stronger then and filled Olll' sails. So up and off, for we were Juniors now. 1 Our ships cut headlong through the darkest gales, And waves bent low before our mighty prow. This time, one Louis Juhlman was the mate. To Kassekert was charged the gold, and then Our Abie Wurst was called, for she could rate A The 'champ at wielding basketball or pen. And now we Hung our banners to the breeze Where blue and buff they fluttered gay and grand: The dauntless blue of heaven and sparkling sea, The buff of home and place upon the sand. Then stopped we for awhile when nights were cool While Doris Pettit charmed us in a play Where Ellis Humphreys found her in a school, And learned of love and luck within a day. In pirate crafts We sailed along the shore Until we met the crew of Thirty-Onef' For they were coming home, their cruise was o'er. We captured them and filled the night with fun, We read of treasures that were theirs to find, VVe bid them on to fortune and the stars. They sailed ahead, we followed slow behind Until they vanished with the sunset bars. And as we travelled through the stormy gale Upon the seas there shone a beacon light: Miss Davis, quiet, efficient, helped us sail THE NUTSHELL