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

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 Senior Officers X President Milo Meixell Vice President Secretary Stephen Dusinski Woodrow Puls Treasurer Kathryn Rohn A sst. Secretary-Treasurer Sterling Frace Historian Thelma Knauss Class Colors Scarlet and White Class Plower Red Rose Class Motto “Not for ourselves, but for others” x a Senior Class History ry 'A I HEY say that history repeats itself. Let us give it a chance to repeat the history of the Class of '30. We will choose the moving picture as our medium. Since the talking pictures are popular they will just fit in with our program. What a failure a silent picture of our class would be! So much for that. On with the show! The picture irises in on a scene of technicolor. In the foreground we see a green mass and as the picture clears, what do we find? The Class of ’30 entering Nazareth High School. The other members of the school mix with the green objects, not for sociable purposes, but for good-natured hazing. There are many students in the high school, but the green members, at least in our own minds, dominate the scene. As the picture and plot advance the green becomes paler, so why have the technicolor? It has served its purpose so we have the neutral tones of the screen. At first the class was so many separate individuals: but as the plot thickens we get together and organize. We take part in the various activities of the school. We now have a supreme object, to become Sophomores. A slow fade-out on the closing of school in June, when we leave the school for two months' vacation. The picture irises in on the scene two months later. Again technicolor. The green objects are again prominent in the foreground. Even though they are a more brilliant green (to our eyes) they are not so prominent (to our minds). We still hold the foreground. gTTT.Tmg H 93dCD 122 ]

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 Since this is a talking picture we might as well have some conversation. One Sophomore to another. “Don't the Freshmen make some of the worst breaks? “Well I should say, they’re ten times dumber than we were.” Mow characteristic of a Sophomore's mind. This year we choose our class colors and pennants. Scarlet and white are the colors. We also take part in more activities than before. We give members to athletics, to music and debating. In October we gather together and have a Hallowe’en Party. At this point the sound has to be toned down a bit or you’d all be deaf. Another year has slipped by and now we are Juniors. Our importance as upper class men weighs heavily upon us? ? ? So much so, in fact, that we are re- minded ten times daily (by actual count) that we are upper classmen. This year we choose our class rings. They are quite collegiate we think. We are very proud to see them on our hands, and for some of us, on other people’s hands. The Junior-Senior Reception is our festivity this year. The gym is dressed for the gala occasion in Scarlet and Gray, the Senior Class colors. Everyone is in a party mood and leave at the end with genuine regret. Jolly occasions with Spring as a background crowd into the picture. We would like to review them all, but June is just around the corner. September once more. Our last year in Nazareth High. We feel at last our importance, to some extent. We are cautioned against Senioritis. but upon analysis we find it conspicuous only in its absence. Comet Staff officers arc elected. Work is begun. We are very much in earnest about our work. We want our book to be a success. Then the Junior-Senior Reception comes once more to brighten up the scene. This time we are guests. We are to act dignified. But again we wear our unaccustomed role poorly, and, before the evening is far advanced, we shed it and run away. Exams come upon the heels of Christmas vacation. They seem so much more important this last year. Safely over them we have a spell of easier breathing. A pall of gloom is cast over the entire school by the deaths of a schoolmate. Rue Cooley, and our classmate. Jacob Fraunfelder. Coming at this time it seems a reminder that we should not take Life too lightly for we are only mortals. Then the Senior Play. Tryouts and rehearsals. The play takes shape and is finally presented in May. The Senior Trip. That goal toward which we have worked. A week of gloriously happy days of sightseeing. Commencement. Black robes oddly enough give us the dignity that some- how did not seem to Iit us before. The rows of class members seated upon the stage. The last time they shall be students in this building. Commencement. The beginning, not the end. We have completed our elementary course in the school of Life. It is our foundation. We have had a good beginning if we let it be so. What we build hereafter will be our own handi- work. Our teachers have tried to instil in us the knowledge to enable us to choose carefully the stones with which we build our lives. And so, the scene fades out to the ringing tune of our Alma Mater. Fare- well! Thei.ma L. Knauss, Historian [ 23 ]