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

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Page Ten F What! Shoveling coal in hot July! 1 I Q Well, he knows his worlc better than ll Q, E When Riverside paraded in honor of .loe Burk Our musicians were called from their summer worlc And various other forms of vacationing To don their caps and capes and malce the town ring With trumpets and cymbals and the big bass drum. To honor our alumnus they were glad to come. Among the lads who answered the call Was this sprightly freshman, JOHNNY HALL. Steve, a Moorestown gridiron star, Wonders what the chances are! .gm .W e summer 3 aXX W ww :muah lat ch Messe An a Q C05 XS 'X' aio

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,r the Alumni thinlc this is our gym. lt's really not at all! w an. Remodeled outside and within, lt's now our Science Hall, ont to play BUYS away E work! Taxpayers turned out with a vim To vote the cash to build the gym. xx .seeks ,Tis ,Q--eff-m,..,N That you can't lceep a good man down is a rule Proved by our Mr. Balcer's quick return to school. N 0 Tvl C E Sllllll. MEETING Flatfoot Flaogie's feeling down- There's nothing that is so much fun Or else l'l2,S just playing the clown! As pitching horseshoes in the sun f 1a 1nw. .-1-we I:-

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Hello, alumnil How do you do? You better get to know us, For we'll soon be YOU! This is Elfa Godfrey Behold on these pages our infantile poses And expressions ranging from Ioe Brown to Moses. First you see baby Lawrence Hall at play Waving his arms as he still does today. Are you interested in fashion? Iust see the picture hatl We never thought Charles Mayo looked like thatl Little Isenberg wears a countenance stern. CWhat a lot is ahead for that boy to learnlj Notice also, dear reader, the young Mr. Preis Inspecting his kiddy car shiny and nice. Mary Lee sits quietly and looks most demure, While Dick Kline grabs quickly for something secure. Wild Chester Morgan's in Tarzan outfit: As a he-man gorilla he soon made a hit. Marian Sheaffer, our dainty danseuse, Looks at the stars and wishes them hers. We could go right on till the end of time Chatting of classmates in classic rhyme, Speaking of their rattles and their crying and their croup But we shall soon be joining the Alumni group. And there's much to tell you of the years since then, So let Time march onl I'll lay down my pen. A. M Page Eleven