Port Allegany Union High School - Tiger Lily Yearbook (Port Allegany, PA)

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ikntor’g Hament J• Going,—the great round Sun, Dragging our Senior Days Over into the past and gone, Over into our yesterdays Dying. Coming—Life’s brilliant noon, Silently ushered in, Wrapping itself in our deep thoughts Where our golden haired youth hath been Lying. 2. Going,—Our bright, blithe youth Lessons! How fast ye fall, Shooting out of your gloomy sky Into the sunlight all Blindly. Coming—The mellower Days, Crimson, gold and blue; Languishing sorrows and deepest joys Kissing the wrinkled brow Kindly. 3. Going— This old old life. Beautiful School, farewell! Classroom aud fountain, office and hall Ring ye the glad bells O’er us. Coming—The School of Life, Coming—a better chance; Coming—a long, long lessonless day; Coming—our grand, grand, Freedom. (Apologies to Edward A. Jenks.)

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Senior Clagsi Mill We the members of the Class of 1913, do make, declare and publish this our last will and testament. We do give and bequeath; First:—To the Freshmen, our trials, tasks, and pleasures experienced as upper olassmen. Second:—To the Sophomores, the privilege of gazing at our banner, as an emblem of unusual beauty and splendor. £ Third:—To the Juniors our dearest possessions, namely,—our Senior dignity, our places of residence in Study Hall, and the valuable aid and friendship of our esteemed teachers. Fourth:—The first ten pages of Harold VanWegau’s dictionary to Joseph McCarney, with Harold’s sympathy, as Joseph is in as great need of them as he was. Fifth:—Anna’s Solid Geometry book tho worn with a year’s hard use, to Esther McLaughlin Sixth;—Irene’s genius for raising class funds to Christine Spruker, also her place as Senior Class agent for Larkin Soap Co. Seventh:—Harold Metz’s front seat in U, S. History Class, to John McMahon as the person best qualified to fill it. Eighth:—Agnes Baker’s ever ready smile to Freeda Johnson. Ninth:—Louise Olmstead’s dainty voice to Mary Beckwith. Tenth:—The Vergil books of Gertrude, Grace and Anna to the Cicero Class. I do herebv nominate and appoint Miss Miller and Mr. Ber-kenstock as executors of our last will and testament. We hereby set our hand and seal on this, the tenth day of May, Nineteen hundred thirteen. Grace Kibbe, Testator. We do hereby place our seals as witnesses in the Presence of the Testator and in the presence of each other. Miss Kershuer. Mr. Fetterolf.

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 Junior’s $tobress to tfjc Seniors (With apologies to Spartacns.) Ye call them Seniors; and ye do well to call them Seniors who for four long years have met within their classrooms every kind of knotty problem the learned members of our faculty could give them, and who never yet have been outwitted. And yet they were not always thus,—dried-up bookworms, walking dictionaries, the most learned in the High School. Their Freshman year was as peaceful as the graveyard next which they sat, and many times, in pleasant weather, as they gazed out at the granite stones and green grass, they were called back to their problems by the tapping of the desk bell or the footsteps of a teacher. But when they, who passed the examinations, were promoted and called Sophomores, they were moved from the windows to a more central position where the teachers had a better chance to observe their antics, and those antics were peculiar; its surprising to remember just the way they spent the study periods and the way they got their lessons. It’s surprising how they managed to achieve the means that made them be called Juniors. Yet they gained that noble title; gained that and another privilege—they were placed on the other side of the center aisle, in hopes that they could better note the actions of the Seniors and profit by it. Yes, they profited, ’tis evident, for today they’re changed and altered. They have put away childish things and have lost their foolish notions; lost them, but have gained more notions—notions wise, uplifting, noble, worthy to be called ideas. And so now we call them Seniors; not because they’re so much older, but because they’re so much wiser, and their actions so much better. —M. V. ’14.