Port Jervis High School - Victor Yearbook (Port Jervis, NY)

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eg-fl!-.3 4'I LET 'S SING SOME SONGS OF OUR HIGH SCHOOL lDA'YS! We're gathered now, my classmates, To join our parting songg To pluck from mem'ry's wreath The buds which there so sweetly thrungg To gaze on 1ife's broad ruffled sea, To which we quickly gog But ere we start we'll drink the health Of Alma Mater O.

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Foreword We, the staff of the 1944 classbook, have endeavored to paint a trueftoflife picture of our four years 'spent in Port Jervis High School and to present it in such a way that others may share a small part of it. NVe sincerely hope that this book will serve as a connecting bond between our school days and future life. Hello! It has been a long road, but at last we.. are nearing the end. Not .all of -us are here now: some were lost,-.during .the journey: many moved to different cities, and others joined the -farmed services of our country. Still the class of 1944 has moved! forward. For long years we 'have been wandering around! thevlocker- lined halls of Port Jervis High School, dreaming only one dream, thinl-:f ing only one though-t, Oh, -to be seniors! Then one day we were seniors, fullffledged seniors, enjoying senior prestige, sitting in the front seats in the auditorium, feeling .a little more important than we had ever felt. We have been jamming the days with factivities, too. There were new fields facing us, and we conquered them. T-here were the senior play, the minstrel, and the classbook challenging us, and we did our best to make them successful. There were campaigns to be carried out, assembly programs to be given, and battles to be won. We won them! We sang as we traveled along, school songs, popular songs, old songs, new songs: Oh, High School Chums, ............ I-t's a. Grand Old Shack, ,,,.,,,,.... When P. jfs Men March Out and Fall in Line, ............even Lay That Pistol Down, Babe. Now, before we leave, walk along with us in those last few steps, share with us memories of our high school days, laugh with us, work with us, and join with us in singi-ng a few more songs, happy songs full of friends and gay experiences and glad remembrances which we have so richly shared.

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Dedication i 'LW-here, oh, where are the grand old seniors? ....,A,,..,, That well may have been the question around school this year with so many fellows from our class leaving before graduation time in order to serve in the armed forces of our country. They're scattered in all parts of the United States now, and some have even reached foreign shores. However, those of us who have been more fortunate in being allowed to remain in high school realize what they have given us. We talk about members of our class who have devoted time and effort to various projects, and we set out to select those two who h-ave, in our opinion, done the most for the school. Yet we have failed to credit the boys who are doing their utmost to give us all that we have had. Without their aid, we should not have our school, we should not have had these carefree days, and we should never have been able to publish our classbook. So, in a sense, this book belongs to them. They've gone out from their Alma Mater, gone now in the wide, wide world. Yes, physically, they've gone out from their Alma Mater, they're in the wide, wide world. After June the rest of their classmates, the rest of the class of '44 who have studied and played with them, will join them. ln the meantime, there's some part of each class, some corner in the hall, some seat in main study, some place at athletic contests, some spot in assembly, and even some star in the service flag, which is theirs. It is fitting to pay tribute to these forty: fourers who never had their opportunity to graduate from the halls of old Port Jervis with their friends, by dedicating this, their classbook, to them. Gone out from their Alma Mater? In the wide, wide world? No, in spirit they're still here. an M., AHA, -,l , . , l Ha fxr, .sv Q J . r th., w -f4.1..al