Munhall High School - Munhisko Yearbook (Munhall, PA)

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 20 THE MUNHISKO jfaretoell Farewell to dear old Munliall High The time has come to say goodbye The Seniors leave the halls of fame And enter into life’s great game. The memory of the school shall he In our hearts eternally The times, we’ve given all our might Gave all we had for the Maroon and White. On the gridiron wre took our place And struggled in Olympia’s race On track, on diamond, and on Hoor We placed our banner forevermore. And now we must alas say goodbye To school friends, teachers and Munhall High We, the class of seventeen, Set out, Life’s fight, to strive and win. Anon.

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THE MUNHISKO 19 genuine sigh of relief you almost ran from the stage and sank into your seat. Our Sophomore year was mostly consumed in battling with the Freshmen. It was a dark and stormy night in which they met their Waterloo. They had gathered at the Library to discuss plans of defense and offense. The Sophs, although outnumbered five to one, took them by surprise and completely routed them. Then came the battle of the Garden Hose in which the Sophs thoroughly and finally baptised the verdant Freshmen so that they would grow and thrive as good citizens of the school. That year we enjoyed our first sleigh-ride. There was a dearth of blankets, the girls almost froze, and the boys were too inexperienced to make efficient use of “Armstrong Heaters.” In the third year we were granted a short respite on the beautiful Social Plateau. All the events of the previous years faded in the rosy brilliant light of the Junior Play and banquet. The play did ample justice to our coach. Miss Schillinger, who responded nobly to the call for assistance and helped us make our little farce. “The Arrival of Kitty” the greatest hit which ever came to Munhall. My. but we got swelled heads over that play! How we were going to put it on in every city of the United States, and become famous in the histrionic world! We actually thought that we had eclipsed the shining stars of Broadway. After the play we met to celebrate our success at the home of a class sister: but two of our number were lost, and the telephone central was kept busy, until finally the lost lambs were located, eating fruit, and returned to the fold. At an early hour the “lobster a’ la mode” was served, the speech making began, and the after-dinner mints Hew about, until the “Juice of Apollo” was turned off. Who did it? ’Tis a mystery. And then the banquet! What a grand affair! At first we were a trifle confused with so many Ganymedes hovering over us, but the “eats” were fit for the gods, and we were soon at ease in this new element. It is still in our memories how we danced, and laughed the evening away. Yes. and made (remarkable) speeches that put Cicero to shame. And now, after a four year climb, we pause for a backward glance over the path which appeared so long and difficult of ascent when we were Freshmen. To our surprise it is brilliantly blooming with the flowers of pleasant memories, which completely cover the boulders of hard tasks and the chasms of zeros. A love for it steals over us. so that we fain would tarry awhile, but our guides urge us forward to the goal towards which our faces have so long been turned. Then we discover that graduation is but the lodge gate of the Temple of Knowledge. The shrine itself lies leagues beyond, enveloped in an indistinct haze. The bonds of work may not be loosed if we would reach it. Not a life of inactive freedom, but of greater service is necessary. As we square our shoulders to the new and more difficult burdens, our hearts fondly dwell upon our High School days. Clarance Weideli.

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THE MUNHISKO s»I HAZEL NAOMI CLARK Though an ardent devotee of all kinds of sports, “Tuts” cannot be said to worship solely at the shrine of Diana; Cupid receives the lion’s share of her admiration; that Morpheus is high in her esteem is known from her habit of entering school simultaneously with the ringing of the tardy gong; but on the Muses she disdainfully turns her back. Her motto is, Never trouble trouble, till trouble troubles you.” ABRAHAM AVERBACH Abe journeyed the long distance from Russia in order to become a member of the class of ’17. The Munhall High School finds him a good citizen, so thrifty and studious that even a class banquet can not disturb the smooth flowing course of his recitations. However, it is rumored that too frequent attendance at club meetings has lately somewhat impaired his brilliancy. He has even been consumed by vaulting ambition; even his laugh is grate.” MADALENE MARIE COOK Why is she called “Frenchy?” Just watch her shrug her shoulders when she is asked a puzzling question! If that does not convince you that she is well named, observe her in a scrap.” 'Tis said the adage, “Out of sight, out of mind,” applies to this fickle young woman. Her success in Munhall High School dramatics has inspired her with the desires to rival Mary Pickford. Her tastes run to candy and automobiles.