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

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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

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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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 CLASS WILL I, Jesse Brubaker, cio bequeath my imitation of Joe Penner's giggle to Frank Mill-man. (My yellow socks go to anyone who can wear them without blushing.) I, Edyth Wilkinson, do bequeath my Swiss yodel to one Laura Howison. We, Leonard Gwathney and Norman Boudwin, leave our sphinx-like silence and aversion to making speeches to Paul Hullings. I, Ruth Mozcr, do bequeath my art to wield the mighty paint brush to one Pauline Mohler. I, Bud Luce, leave my girlish modesty to Mervin Umbergcr. I, Lydia Green, do bequeath my superior knowledge of mathematics to Nancy Mahon. I, Daniel Stcinmetz, leave my austere bearing to Bruce Broomall. I, Rose Palme, do bequeath my unusual excellence in basketball to one Betty Woolston. I, Bill Schneider, bequeath my power over women (teachers excluded) to John Bartello. I, Thelma Schwartze, do bequeath my heart-rending sobs on the sax to one Georgia Regn. I, Herman Schinimel, do bequeath my blond tresses to Dave Katz. I, Marjy Lyons, do bequeath my talent as a stage lady to one Pauline Whitcraft. We, Harry Repsher and Bob Fauver, leave our aversion to blondes to A1 Shuster. I, Emily Barclay, do bequeath my supervision of the hockey team to one Mildred Boyer. I, Hazel Lord, do bequeath my viola squeaks to Edith Collins. I, All ert Andrews, bequeath my girlish giggle to Charles Curtis. I, Jane White, do Itcqucath my executive powers to my loving sister, Dorothea White. I, Thcrese Dix, do bequeath my passion for blondes to Anna McLear. I, Charles Steinmctz, leave my partiality to red suspenders with green polka-dots to the highest bidder. I, Mary Bailey, do bequeath my love for French verbs to Marie Cline. I, Bill Paterson, leave my frailty to Howard Gray. I, Dorothy Seward, do bequeath my modest blush to Frances Lindquist. I, Mutt Boyer, leave an example for the freshmen. I, Wanita Keller, do bequeath my use of correcting fluid and the “little wire brush” to Pauline Blombaum. I, Walter Dolde, leave my curl papers to Joe McCourt. I, Peggy Bolton, do bequeath my girlish giggle to Dorothy Williams. I, George Lockwood, leave my voice with a smile to John Lawrick. (Continued on page 111) Pag 18 THE NUTSHELL ------------------------