Munhall High School - Munhisko Yearbook (Munhall, PA)

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THE MUNHISKO 29 JUNIORS 19 17

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28 T H E MUNHISKI) PRISCILLA EVELYN PORTER Who's able to talk with nothing to say? Who loves in our room pianos to play? W hose presence is it we most sadly miss? Who is it? Why ask? Of course it is Pris. GEORGE PALL RANKIN Here is a man of small physique W ith hair quite long and style unique. He boards at Dans and eats at home. Plays the machine and likes to roam. He loves to swim atul shoot with the gun. An accomplished man is this preacher s son. CORA MAY SPIRES Much candy sweet For us to eat She brings to class In one huge mass And keeps from teacher s sight discreet.

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30 T HE MUNHISKO £o tlje Class of 1917 President ...... Vice President . . Secretary............................... Treasurer ....... Motto:—I on est vivere sed valere vita. J. Curtis Stevens . . Merger Jackson . . Myrtle Taylor . . Anna Hamilton Colors:—Red and Black. Despite our beliefs that the contrary would happen, Munhall High quite firmly withstood the shock of our arrival. Truly we were cordially received by all, especially the Sophs who took it upon themselves to show us our place. Although small in the supply of men, we put up a most stubborn resistance and met with partial success. As we look hack on that time we feel less ashamed of our actions as awkward Freshies for we surely were diamonds in the rough. Then came the time for deeds when we acquired the Sophomore swagger and position of the hat. The Freshmen had to he led the right way and as duty called we responded nobly using the handy pump to good advantage. Our number of classmates having diminished somewhat, our promising looks and air of propriety gave our name consideration with all the classes, and with the faculty as well During this notable year we appeared in the literary societies with no little success, and as for social attainments we were unequalled. Athletics called some of our members, who not only responded to the call hut won noteworthy places on the High School football, baseball, and basketball squads. It was through our ingenious plan that a High School swimming team was originated consisting of two mighty Sophs. Our attention was not drawn from our studies, however by such brilliant successes but more strongly drawn to them because a required per cent had to he attained. Our girls were not inactive at this time but instead caused the teachers much worry as to the health of each one’s vocal chords. The girls of other classes, upper and lower, cast envious eyes at our sweet dispositions and comely beauty. At the end of this extraordinary year each and every one of us had another degree added to his cognomen, taken either from English Classics, so instructively taught, or from the inventive brain of some fellow student. I bus we passed from lower to upper classmen and assumed our painstaking care over Freshies and Sophs. Then came the third act of a farce, likewise the climax of our High School career. In a play, the third act brings a complete unfolding of the story; the dashing college youth exhibits his admirable qualities to a wondering audience; the unsophisticated niece has charmed them by her captivating manners; each member of the cast is known and his or her worth vigorously applauded. Similarly, in High School life, by the end of the junior year the class has combined its strength, developed its dramatic ability, contributed nobly to the athletic field and last but not least has a fat bank-roll. The social committee meets, the Annual Senior-Junior Banquet is discussed; the fat bank-roll is prepared for the slaughter. The slaughter commences, the hatchet is raised, the banquet is spread: the good eats are censored and passed by both classes; the speech-making is o’er ami mightily appreciated; the dancing is in lull swing and the hour nears morning, hut this is an exceptional occasion and the hatchet must be buried at midnight. Alas! Alas! The hatchet is deeply buried in Mother Earth and upper classmen rejoice together. Our deep regret at the loss of such a worthy class as that of 1916 must he forgotten and blotted out by the ever increasing achievements of our own most distinguished student body- W hat our future will he is uncertain, for no one can lift the veil of time, hut with our past records to spur us on, and with the mighty talent of our great men, we can only prophesy honor and glory for the class of 1917. J• C. Stevens.