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

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 13E=H - CLASS HISTORY George Lockwood, '34 frith many a soul our hand set out to tempt we knew not what; We could not see our journey s end nor guess our future lot. The land stretched wide, and far we viewed a thousand perils to pass; Our caravan was ready and we saw our fates were cast. Here chose we leaders who knew well the perils oj the years; Adviser Mr. Bozntan helped lo quiet our doubts and fears. Charles Steinme z led us forth, with .Jferrifl Boyer as his aide; Kilpatrick was our treasurer and tended to our trade. Within a quiet glade we spread our camp in Spring’s abode; The gypsy pageant lights the fiery night in festive mode. Our lovely Jane on lyric throne is clothed with mellow shades. And flowers fall jrom Mays caress, and as we dance, we sing In honor oj brave ’ Thirty-One and tribute to jair Spring. Xext year, our banners proudly raised, our trumpets swell the gale; If 'e clamor ’round our leaders as the heroes oj YalhaT, For they have served us well and we elect them once again. Betty manages our money and Dan Steinmetz wields our pen. Xo longer can we stay our steps upon this quiet sand; Our tribesmen are uneasy Jor the sajely oj the band. The tumult grows, so tFarren Luce now choose we with acclaim To launch our craft o’er stormy waves to a new land oj jame. And Repsher is his mate, and now TeConey levies lax And Bitty Fill's, skilljul scribe, fills our log with jacts. Miss Bill advises us, and tells oj I he Sea King’s rage, OJ dangerous passages and rocks; she is our friendly sage. Our craft is bathed for many days and soothed in summer’s night. The stern clasps each receding wave that ripples in delight. At last our prow divides the sand on some deserted isle And with a cheer our jellows land in joyous, happy file. We rip up trees and bushes, and we string them far and wide; And flowers, grass, and wavy moss rebloom on every side. Xo mortal ere has seen, or will, such quantity oj glue! We puff and blow, and good the lungs that scarcely bear us through. The music spirits float and, dying, Jail upon the sea: They love the night, and stir our souls, and sing jor ’ Thirty-1 hree. With Dawns light breath we voyage on, and soon our whispering breeze Page 16 THE NUTSHELL

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PARENTS’ PAGE Betty Ellis, '54 TO THE parents of the students of Moorestown High School, greetings! We realize that many parents sacrifice a great deal in order that their children may have the privilege of an education. Often a student’s success or failure is determined less by his ability than by the assistance given him by his parents at home. This docs not mean help with homework, but, rather, the provision of a quiet room for study, and, above all, a cheerful atmosphere in the home. During the day a student sees as much of his teacher as he does of his parents. The teacher becomes a guide and an adviser to him. Although she may serve in these capacities she cannot, however, stand in loco parentis. Without intelligently interested parents a student is greatly handicapped. Cooperation of the parents and teachers is invaluable. The parents and the teachers of Moorestown High School arc brought into a closer relationship through the Home and School Association. Meetings of the association .are held monthly when problems of common interest arc discussed. Luncheons are sometimes given and lectures are enjoyed by ail the members. The directors of the Hqme and School Association who served during 1935-1954 were: President, Mrs. John Cecil; Vice-President, Mrs. Fleming; Recording Secretary, Mrs. Paul Isenlxrrg; Corresponding Secretary, Mrs. Allan Pucker; Treasurer, Mrs. Walter Jackson. On Friday evening, November 4, a special attempt was made to foster the interest in school activities among the parents, through School Night. At that time an assembly was held in which students made addresses, the band played, and a number from the Senior Oratorical Contest was delivered. Following the assembly, regular classes were held in various classrooms that the parents might have the liberty to visit classes in session. The attendance was more than satisfying. In order to raise funds for the projects of the Home and School Association a delightful musical comedy, entitled, “The World's All Right ' was given in February. It was very successful. Quite a number of the teachers, as well as townspeople, participated in this affair. Moorestown High School students arc proud of their parents and of their teachers and are eager for them to meet. Certainly the school is ever glad to welcome visiting parents. CLASS OF 1934 Pag IS

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 • HaB i - Can draw the ocean to the sky in Jove's dread agonies. Our steadjasl wag is nearly lost, hut jrom our sinking ship Our captain sights a mighty spire and scorns the ocean's whip, ire leave the water s chi tty touch and, in our thanks jor tije. There is amusement in a play and we Jorget our strije. Our “ in Hie, ” Eugene Raymond, is the hero on the stage And in perplexity he brings the “ Xul harm” from its maze. Across a plain oj dying grass that seems to say jare well. The old year goes to the Land oj Time, to the lotting of a belt. Our leaders do not fail, and soon we stop to play again; Our stage is even brighter and our latent wins more fame. Gene Raymond plays the hero rote, and stars in Smilin’ Thru, And .Uarjorie wins many hearts with her gay eyes oj blue. Then soon we view the splendid sight oj snow-white colonnades And tread a thousand steps that lead to where our laws are made. Our comrades Jeel quite dazzled by great works and mighty names. And hope that they in future years can these great heights all in. The time has come, my friend, alas, Jor everyone to part. This world is large and cannot hear the throbbing oj your heart. IFe shall ascend jar higher yet, but this hard trait is done; JFe have its hidden harvests and its blooming laurels are won. The shades oj evening sigh goodbye and sadly soothe our brows; And even Folly sheds a tear with Melancholy s owls. And now our journey's over, are you sad that we are through? Each jailing stars a beacon to some happy place Jor you. Come, every friend, and haste your step that we may look once more And see the parting comrades of the Class of ' Thirty-Four. CLASS OF 1934 P s 17