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

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fhc Ciyrr ililxt Beatrice Weimer, a friend to all, Gives hope to tht hopeless, helps those who fall. We are sure she will succeed in life, And at last win out in every strife. Rowland Johnson the burgess’ son. In spelling always is undone. In future years he hopes to be, Where a spelling-book, he’ll never see. • Francis Schoonover, a county Jane, For all her faults is 11O1 to blame. She talks very much and her longue lisps. If you do not know her. there’s something l.ussed. F. E. S. ’17- ehr (0tfi GDaluut lurkpt itow dear to my heart is this thing they call Latin, When fond recitation presents it to view. The clauses, the phrases, all dressed in their satin, And every loved ending that makes us feel blue; The high-sounding doo-dads and outlandish diet, The slave with the spear and the Roman who fell, The verbal gerundive, the noun crouching nigh it, Are hidden in Latin which I love so well. Chorus That time-honored Latin That iron-bound Latin, That moss-covered Latin Which hangs on so well. The subject, the verb and the bow-legged compound, The flexible gerund and subjunctive mood, The clauses of purpose encourage the pronoun To take the possessive and silently brood; The loose-jointed supine and verbal declensio' s Join hands with conjunctions and joyfully dwell In temporal clauses of Gothic dimensions And e’en in the Latin which I love so well. This moss-covered Latin I hail as a treasure, Its magical value brings peace to my soul; It raises old Ned with my fleet-footed leisure, And hurriedly causes the moments to roll. How gladly I seize it with hands that are eager, And quick to my study I scamper pell-mell; In scanning its pages I dodge all the fever. The measles, the shingles and smallpox -is we’.i. Nos-disco Latinam, Nos vident ad stellam, Nos bibo some aquam, Quod inflo adsum. Copied from “Life.”

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 Ihr Chirr iZil npl|omnrf hmn Cecelia Snyder, a demure little lass, Is always complaining “O, I won’t pass.” But for all of this she is seldom sad And for this virtue we all are glad. Marcella Boland, our president grand Is afraid the rest won’t unterstand. That class dues and forfeits should be paid on time And our password to her is, ‘‘I’ve paid mine.” Mabel Anderson, the frivolous one Is always glad when German is done, But we’ll excuse her for all of this For despite this fact she’s a very dear miss. Martin McCarney, familiarly “Mike,” By Mr. Ward is oft told to hike. Years will reform him mo e than we dream For people are not always what they seem. John Springer, the poet of great renown, Is sometimes mistaken for a circus clown. In Ceasar he is considered a shark (?) We hope some day he’ll make a mark. Harry Calhoun, of the baseball team, Is the slimmest fellow we ever seen, In oratory, it is plain, he excels, As on the merits of farm life he dwells. Edmund Sullivan, the champion of right, Stays out qoite late ’most every night. Perhaps some day he’ll manage to pass. And be enrolled in another class. Alice Sanberg, a lassie fair, In the Student Council holds a chair. She is always afraid her translation is wrcng, Although she studies hard and long. Joseph Fulmer, the country boy. Of all the teachers is the pride and joy. He always has his lessons right And by everyone is considered bright- Hilding Larson, tall and strong His classmates will remember long. In some athletics he leads them all, He’s a champion player in basket-ball. Ruby Thompson, a musician small, Is not fond of school at all; In Rhetoric she has bright dreams. And sadly sighs, “It might have been.” Ruth Meacham, with her cheeks so fair. Spends much of her time in the open air. She works very earnest and deb'gently. And her chief remark is “O, dear me.” Kathleen Ilardes with eyes of heavenly blue, Has never been known a wrong deed to do. She is always calm as a summer sky, And as refreshing as a shower in July. Mildred Thoren a suffragette strong, Would like to make the world out wrong Her constant plea from mom till night, Is “Votes for Worn m and things win be right.”

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Cite Cigex ilil IFreatimmi QMrrrs President......... Mabel McKenna Secretary..........Bernice Meyers Vice President... Harold O’Connor Treasurer............ Grace Phalin (Enlnr JFlmurr Brown and White Rose “By Diligence We Prosper.” IFrealiman ijiistury When school opened in the fall and the Fr shmen trooped into the High School, the upper classmen stood up in astonishment. There we came— Freshmen to right of them, Freshmen to left of them, Freshmen behind them, Poured into Study Hall. As they filled up the rows of seats, the other students kept moving over, until the upper classes thot they would have to sit on the window ledges, or betake themselves elsewhere.. But matters were finally adjusted and everyone found a place. The upper classmen decided we looked quite at home and seemed to have taken possession of things very calmly, so they gave us no Freshman reception. But we soon became acquainted and did not mind such an oversight. Not only are we strong in numbers, but we have proved ourselves just as strong in better qualities, and all the others, teachers included, have been moved to admiration by our push and energy. (Tho the upper classes don’t admit this, they think it so we dare say it.) When the class scrap came on in February, the Freshmen proved themselves formidable opponents and it taxed the ingenuity and resources of the other three classes combined to keep us in proper subjection. To us, too, belongs the honor of having our banner fly from the clock tower the longest and then the brown and white was not taken down without a hard struggle- The Freshman have won other honors which we might publish, but to spare the feelings of the Seniors, Juniors and Sophomores, we will save the telling of them until another year, when the story will be more kindly received. Here’s wishing that all of our class may stay together, united and loyal, until 1918 brngs us to our graduation.