Ontario High School - Echo Yearbook (Ontario, NY)

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JUNIOR CLASS JINGLE This is an attempt to tell you In a few, short rhythmic lines, About this our class of '27, Who have had so many good times. Now a more intelligent, studious lad, You have never -chanced to meet, Than our class-president, Max Ver Dow, Who lives up Ontario street. Our vice-president is Myron Leenhouts, Who hopes to be a great man, If Mike keeps up his efforts brave, We surely think he can. Anna Moque is our scribe and bank, Just look at her cards for high marks. She always goes to the head of the class, And right there it is she parks. Rex Ransley likes to make us laugh 3 He surely is our clown. But when it comes to quarterly tests, His marks are never down. Ethel L. is another good scout, Etsy is her nickname. If you doubt this, just ask Hoppy g He knows all about her fame. Edward Hargrave's a minister's son, Who lives right here in town, He's very studious and dignified, And will bring us great renown. Ruth Schimerhorn is a busy girl, Who tends right to her work. While the others try to skip, She is never known to shirk. Homer B. drives a Hivver to school, - And in physics he's a shark! To say nothing of History C and French In which he never gets a low mark CU Lester Ameele isn't one who hurries, Or sits up late to cram, Or has the blues or worries, But who passes in every exam. Neva VVemes, the last on our roll, A right studious lassie so tall, Made a record fine in Latin class, Passing Caesar the highest of all.

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THROUGH TRIALS TO TRIUMPH AS TOLD BY OUR SCHOOL BELL Our old School Is this the story years years years years years years Four Four Four Four Four Four At last are past No, no, not so, Beatrice Palmer Belly it swings and swells, that it tells? of loss or gain, of toil and pain, of work and strife, of wasted life, of doubts and fears, of grief and tears, 3 are past at last. but as it swings, This seems to me the songs it sings- Four Four Four Four Four Four well, years years years, years years years, 'Tis To me it seems, of lessened strife, of bettered life, O not of pain, of splendid gain, of work and song, it seemed not long, O bell! 'tis well. of time to be, A triumph grand and victory, Four Four Four Four Four Four years years years years years years of what we need, of sowing seed, of gracious care, of answered prayer, of progress grand, of G0d's right hand. Ring on! O bell! ring on! Our bell rings true, each one will find. It speaks the thought each has in mind, Speaks it to us of tasks well done, Of noble thoughts and victories won, Of teachers good and kind and true, Of future work for us to do. 'Tis well, O bell! 'tis well. 634003 Edith Draves-Last Night on the Front Porch. Edward Stuber-Nothing to Do. Doris Thompson-Down on the Farm. Stephen Sheppard-Dreamer of Dreams. Teachers and Students-Roses and Thorns. Oleta and Kenneth-Whispering of Love. Maurise Davis-Freshie. Edward Hargrave-Stepping Out. Marjorie Mahar-VVho is the One that Y ou are Fooling Now Arline Risley-For Many -Parties. Gordon Allen-A Cup of Coffee, a Sandwich and You. Roswell Pratt-Maybe She'll VVrite Me. Adelbert Murphy-Freckles. Carolyn Fuller-VVhat'll I Do?

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Of expert teachers for miles around, We certainly have the best, Lewis, Kingkade, Klett and Scutt, De Long, Schroder and the rest. Mr. Lewis is an excellent teacher of Math, He is also head of our school. Having had years of experience in Bath, He knows how to teach and rule. Mrs. Kingkade's our English teacher, And you may search this old world thru, But you'll ne'er find another so loyal, And to her great honor is due. Of llfliss Klett we're very proud. In Algebra her marks are fine, No one thinks of getting less than ninety, In her classes we always shine. Our Latin teacher is llflrs. De Long, And to us she's very new. But when it came to Regents, She certainly pulled us thru. For History and French we have llliss Scutt. She can't be beat in this, She makes her classes so interesting, That they're never the ones to miss. Miss Shannon is an excellent pianist, And very full of fun, We hope we've improved in singing, Since we have first begun. We'll owe it to Mr. Schroder, If we grow up straight and tall, VVe'll obey his lusty orders, As they echo through the hall. Now to the old school house, VVe'll give a rousing cheer, For we know that we're to have A bigger, better school next year.