Nazareth Area High School - Comet Yearbook (Nazareth, PA)

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Che Comet 1926 Great Creator and Preserver in His infinite wisdom, has reserved some things entirely to Himself, and while it appears that we are able to do a few things by our own efforts, so far as the beginning and the ending of life are concerned, we arc absolutely helpless and dependent on Him. We apparently arrive with an empty brain, and no matter how much we put into it during life, when the end comes our entire collection of knowledge passes out like the flame of a candle before a puff of wind. Yet, there is nothing new under the sun. for what bright ideas are developed today, were common knowledge and forgotten ten thousand years ago. High School may be too early to begin to talk about love, marriage, a home, and children, but certainly some time between that age and twenty somebody ought to get in a word of advice to the boys and girls to the effect that some time between twenty and thirty is the proper time to select a vocation, a life- partner. and a home. Youth is the time to revel in the light and beauty; the sweetness and harmony of this universe, and with bodies brimful of sensations, appetites, and powers, like a harp of a thousand strings that send forth rich entrancing melodies, there arc almost infinite possibilities of enjoyment for man and maid if properly attuned to the essential conditions of life. Youth likes to gaze into the heavens at night thick with stars, glorious with the moon walking in her brightness; youth likes to stand by the sea and let the breeze wet with brine fan its brow, and watch the breakers curl and tumble in upon the shore: likes to listen to the song of the birds on a summer morn, or the passionate trills of the nightingale sweet singing to his mate; likes to feel the thrill of a glance from love-lit eyes that from the fringed lid speak what the lips dare not utter, and when hand clasps hand and each feels the pure chords of the heart vibrate to love's holy melody, let the one ask the question and the other say yes,” for there will then be “Two souls with but a single thought; two hearts that beat as one.” There seems to be a fallacious idea that when young people leave school they must go “Out into the world to make a living.” My advice is “Stay where you are and make a home.” If the spirit of adventure and the desire to sec the world overcome you, before you start be sure to provide yourselves with round- trip tickets so that at the end of your journey you will find yourselves back in the most beautiful spot on earth, 'mid the scenes of your childhood and the surroundings of home, where the heart turns to the dwelling place which has been hallowed by the memory of a mother—a place that has rung with the laughter of childhood and echoed the sobs over departed loved ones, embosomed among the hills, sheltered by the clinging honeysuckles, and shaded by blossoming apple trees—be it ever so humble there is no place like home. Nazarenely yours. W. H. Kromer (16)

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Nazareth fiigb School Hetter to tfje Class; of '99 Balboa Heights, Panama Canal Zone February 22, 1926 EAR SCHOOLMATES:—It just dawned on me that it is more than a quarter of a century ago since WE graduated from Nazareth High, and I thought I’d better write and let you know that you arc getting old. You might deny it. but you would have some trouble hiding your gray hair, bald heads, and (other) spectacles. Since then twenty-six other classes have come out. and the twenty-seventh is on its way, some of whom, for all I know, may be the offspring of the ninety-niners. If it weren’t for the children, and Professor Huth, I might tell the world now who put that rare specimen into Gernet’s flower press; fumigated mice in the hot air furnace; manicured Guidy Schmidt’s pet tom cat; rubbed dried nettle into people’s woolens; pinned unmentionables on the hammer of the old school bell, and how the boobies passed impossible 100 per cent, exams, and other things. Isn’t it awful that your memory must carry such things around for years and years, not daring to spill them lest they disturb the social standing of a few respected and respectful citi- zens who were young in 1899. Speaking of mind, memory, and children, has it ever occurred to you that our high school education didn’t help our young ones a bit? I always thought that H5] Helen and I (combined) had a fairly good education and that there was every reason to believe that our offspring would be reasonably intelligent beings. To my surprise when the first-born arrived, he not only knew absolutely nothing, but he could neither walk nor talk, and his face was fire red when he first laid eyes on me,—and the second was like unto him. In this respect they were more helpless than a common barnyard animal. Adam and Eve seem to have been the only ones who did not have to go through this schooling process. I have no idea how much they knew when they were born. They didn’t seem to know what was good for them, but wouldn’t it be a fine thing if we could transmit our store of accumulated knowledge and wisdom to our children in birth, and they, in turn, after adding to it for twenty years or so, pass it on to the next generation, and so on ad infinitum. Think of the million empty school houses, useless books, and idle teachers! Josh Billings said that the average man has a mind into which you must drive a thought with a sledge hammer, and out of which you can only get an intelligible expression with a cork screw. (He said “man”—not women and children.) With the aid of an old Pre-Pro. corkscrew I have succeeded in extracting the following tremendous truth: That the

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Nazareth ftigb School Cfje Seniors President ELIZABETH NEUNER V ice-President FRANCES ROTH Secretary JOSEPHINE KIEFER Assistant Secretary ISABELLA BONSTEIN Treasurer MARY SANDERCOCK Assistant Treasurer EVELYN MESSINGER COLORS Cardinal and Grey Historian IRENE REIMER MOTTO Carpc diem CLASS FLOWER Mountain Laurel YELL Boom-a-lac-ka ching; Boom-a-lacha chow! Boom-a-lacka ching, ching, chow, chow, chow! Rickety-rackety rix, rickety-rackety rix, Nazareth High School, 1926!