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

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THE NUTSHELL THE YELLOW AND THE BLACK lAlma Slater Songj Loyalty to llloorestown H igh School lllay this our watchworcl be, W sith our motto never failing, Seize the opport-un-ity, U We will love her halls and classrooms, Nor honor shall they lack, While M oorestown stands defender Of the Yellow anal the Black. To the Seniors, final goal, One long, long honor roll. When we win athletic -victories On the football field or track, Still we'll work for dear Old M And the Yellow and the Black When the evening shades are falling And the sunset facles to gray, When the n-ight-time closes 'round us I n the evening of Lzfels day, Then 'LU6,llAlJt1,7Z2lSlL all our sadness As we turn our me-mfries back, And -re-live those days of glaclness 'Neath the Yellow and the Black. From, the days of Freshmen trials We will strive to make for Dloorestown ooresto-wn

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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.:

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CLASS OF 1932 15 . ,C 7 L so -5. Xia c ,gr nf -i LU I L L h - tovs 11 High School 1S drawing to a close Realizing the suffering and bloodshed ' that would be caused by the struggle for possession of the superb talents we have acquired here, should we pass on without proper testament, we, with a desire to preserve that which the world is striving for, take this means to prevent such a calamity. tl HAT portion of our allotted three score and ten years to be spent at Moores- Therefore, with a sincere desire to smooth the path of those we leave behind, we, the Senior Class of 1932 of ltioorestown High School, pronounce this our last and final will to supersede any other will that we have heretofore contracted and do hereby bequeath to the Juniors specified, the following endowments: I, Clement Lockwood, bequeath my big brown eyes and shyness to one Sears Ridley. I, Joseph Leary, bequeath my zip, zest, vim and vigor to one Paul Leeds. I, lNIilton Stricker, bequeath my love for low-slung, sleek racing models to lNIr. VVible. I, Doris Pettit, bequeath my talent as a nstoige lydy to one Sally Whittle. I, Edward Ericson, bequeath my fragileness to one Maynard Bowen. I, Donald Flammer, bequeath my yellow sweaters and red ties' Gong used to quicken the feminine pulse? to one Charles Stark. I, VValter Sweigart, bequeath my talent for interpretative dancing to one Edward Rogers. I, Theodore Sauselein, bequeath my inability to grasp funny stories to one John Traino. I, Sidney Bodine, bequeath my luxuriant toupee to Roland Everham. I, Esther Cresthull, bequeath my taciturnity to one ltlary Connor. I, Ellsworth Felton, bequeath my curl papers and eyebrow pencil to one William Patterson. I, Martha Carson, bequeath my talent for whistling through my teeth to Winifred Henriques. I, Traver Beans, bequeath my artistic temperament, creative moods and abundant hair to one Warren Weber. I, .William Shoemaker, bequeath my powers of debate and scientific explanations of the weather to one Milan Protich. fflontinuerl on page 975