Sandy Township High School - Flambeau Yearbook (Du Bois, PA)

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PaRe Twenf -tn'i THE FLAMBEAU CLASS WILL, ’25 We, tin members of the Class of 1925 of S. II. S., realizing that we must soon depart from this all pervading atmosphere, seeping with profuse and profound intelligence, take this opportunity while we are yet sound of mind and in an evenly composed state of mental equilibrium. to make and publicly declare this, the following, to be our last Will and Testament, bequeathing the following precious properties, descending chattels and heirlooms handed down to us by the most highly exalted (and exhausted) class of 1924, who were educated, expurgated and liberated by this self-same institution, and which we, in turn, hand down to those following in our footsteps: FIRST: To Mr. Attinger, the future Chemistry class, with the hope that he may turn out some sharks. SECOND: To the .Junior class, all our old I . I), hooks, and we hope they will put them to good use. THIRD: To the Class of '26, all the honors bestowed upon a Senior. FOURTH: To Ruhv Xaugle, Nora Bailey’s extra supply of weight. FIFTH: To Isabelle Divins, Katherine Salada’s reputation as a mischievous girl. SIXTH: To Marie Bundy. Florence Xaugle’s midnight blonde complexion. SEVENTH: To Gladys Dunlap we will Neil Walters. EIGHTH: To Teddy Gray we will Mahle Rankin when she grows up. NINTH: To Charles Chatfield, Anthony Talaskv’s seat in the Senior room (because it is extra large). TENTH: To Ellis Barker we will Dan Lewis reputation as a ladies' man. ELEVENTH: To William Killila we will the privilege of going rilling with Eliza. TWELFTH: To John Fye we will Andrew Talas- ky's name, “Harold Teen. THIRTEENTH: To Margaret Atwell we will Avis Hetrick’s beauty parlor in the Senior class room. FOURTEENTH: To Pet Belton we will Dorothy Roberts’ reel hair. FIFTEENTH: To August Miller we will Stella Rhodes. SIXTEENTH- To Jay Lilac we will Olive Stiteler's little giggle. SEVENTEENTH: To Florence Waggett we will Dan Lewis’ love. EIGHTEENTH: To Jim Pittsley we will Mary Minns’ temper. NINETEENTH: To Columbus Sperie we will the kisses Judy gave Avis. TWENTIETH: To Ruth Lewis we will Erma Connor’s school girl complexion. TWENTY-FIRST: To Melva Leach we will Etha Guiher’s fellows. TWENTY-SECOND: To Edna Lindsay we will Margaret Smith’s ability to talk. TWENTY-THIRD: To Walter Morgan we will Katherine Ellis' ability to do Algebra. TWENTY-FOURTH: To some good Junior we will May me Minns' Chemistry book. TWENTY-FIFTH: To the Faculty, the coming Seniors, hoping they will he as ambitious as we, the Seniors now stepping out into the open world, have been. We do hereby appoint the Faculty sole executors of this Will and Testament. Signed: CHARLES SLATTERY. Witnesses: DANIEL LEWIS DOROTHY ROBERTS

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THE FLAMBEAU Page Twenty-one THE SENIOR CLASS There is a class in Sandy High, Which is the best you ever did spy; It is the best in the whole school. Let me tell you, we never fool. It is the smallest class you know. But it makes no difference, we are not slow; We study hard from morn till night. Always willing to do the right. There are just twenty-three in all, But I guess that isn’t too small; We have come through many a struggle, And are ready to overcome any trouble. There are seven hoys, I suppose you know, That they are by no means very slow. The rest are all girls—sixteen in all. They are all sizes—large to small. We are the Senior (lass, you see. That is why we are all busy. It is the Dear old Class of ’25 Which is not dead but much alive. —X. C. W., ’25.

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THE FLAMBEAU Page T iventy-three CLASS SONG TI NE: “AUI.D LANG SYNE” We’re here tonight to bid farewell To friends and teachers dear; The time has come and we can stay But few more minutes here. Then while we tread the path of life, So long and full of stress. May we oft think of happy times We spent at S. If. S. CHORUS We love thy very name, Dear S. II. S., farewell to you, And when we try our tasks to do. May we e’er give thee fame. The teachers here have labored long To aid us on our way, That in our work we may be strong, And helpful day by day. To you all gratitude we owe, For thoughtful, guiding care. You’ve been our inspiration, too, And friends beyond compare. CHORUS To our teachers kind and true, Who’ve shown the course to take, To you we bid a sad adieu, We’ll ne’er your path forsake. With our motto, “Deeds not Words,” We’ll always win the day; The class of which you’ve always heard. We’ll never meet dismay. To S. If. S. a song we’ll raise, (live her a rousing cheer, Acclaim our loyalty by praise, Uphold her name so dear. CHORUS Dear Classmates all, farewell to you, do forth with burning zeal, Til all success may be your due. Your effort,—greatest weal.