Petersham High School - Hilltop Yearbook (Petersham, MA)

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HIGH SCHOOL ORCHESTRA Robert Newbury, '40 When chorus begins on each Friday morn, Each member appears with some kind of horn. It may be a cornet, or alto, or sax, Or a long trombone tangled up in the racks. We hear many threats from the violin way, As they struggle and struggle to tune up that UA? The drummers are ready to start their tatoo On the drums in an effort to Keep the time trueg While there sits the leader in the center of the band All set to conduct us by a wave of his hand. And soon through the hall the music resounds As we whirl and swirl through marches and rounds. It seems as though we have hardly begun When recess has come and orchestra is doneg And I am sure that we all will agree That this is more fun than a symphony. CLASS OF '4O Robert Welch, '40 Our hale and hearty senior class, Without a doubt we all will pass, And shed a tear on that sweet day, When into the world we'll make our way. We've had some fun at P. H. S., And we'll feel sorry to leave, I guess. But after all we can't stay hgreg The tax rate would be raised, I fear. We're as smart as the average, I would say, And with the teachers we have a way. For us this school has been a cinch. We always seem to get out of a pinch. Kenney and Coolidge are the extremes. They both play well on the basketball teams, But George likes the girls and Arthur does not. Still they both are happy and no battles are fought Whitten and Newbury are the real scholars. Some day they'll figure their money in dollars. They're right with the class to do their part, And they usually finish whatever they start. in-I if' v ri Y