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

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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

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CLASS OF 1932 Our ships beyond the danger rocks of life. One year was left ere we could reach the goal, And Walter Sweigart stood a ready mate. Once more the captain saw the breakers roll, And looked beyond to where the prize would wait Fair maidens entertained the weary crew. With song and speech the merry laughter ran. Don Flammer played the brilliant youth who knew Of Doris Pettit, Merely hlary Ann. Then sailed we south to Washington where fame And history have honored other men. Our hopes and hearts were stirred to be the same, To live our lives in memory of them. VVe've come to port at last, our senior crew, What, stranger, did you say our trip is done? Nay, there you're wrong, 'twas but the test we knew The voyage, friend, is only just begun. VVe're stopping here, 'tis but a little rest, Rewarding now the worthy and the brave And those who played the game, and did their best In sun or rain upon the weary wave. VVe're off again. The breeze is fair tonight, It carries hope and courage as it sweeps Upon the sea. The stars and moon are bright. The wave exultant beckons where it leaps. Nay, do not pity, friend. Why must you sigh? There is 110 sadness in a seagullis flight, For faith and courage echo in good-bye, And stars must test their brilliance in the night. Here, take our hands and grasp them ere we go- The promise of a friend, the cheerful smile, The silent feelings that the heart must know, When friend leaves friend and lingers for a while. E gfe- ? ,ii ,EI if-iii Q iii -.au-4-,.e,s.: