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

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 4L ma To the school on the hill top We pledge our loyalty For years of fun and friendship Dear to our memory. Our devotions’ unwavering, Dear old Sandy High Praises to you shall ever Reach to the sky. Praises to you shall ever Reach to the sky. 4

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 2 Jica tion We the Class of “57”, With admiration; Dedicate this year, our book, To show how much we care. For services done And the do’er as well, Gratitude that we feel, Even words cannot tell. This book, please accept As a token, true, Of our deep affection, Mr. Black, for you! 3

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“To the school on the hilltop.” This phrase begins our beloved Alma Mater, and it is with this, Sandy High, that we make our dedication to you. Your halls echo the sounds of basketball games won and lost, music groups fervently singing, for they love to sing, students hurrying to class because the bell just rang, and many other sounds that will become memories—memories that will always hold a special and very dear place in our hearts. Our time of departure is near. Soon we must leave Sandy High, but she will not leave us. She will stay in our memory forever. We’re making our last journey through our Alma Mater, and as we go, we know our thoughts are the same as all the rest who have made their last journey through Sandy High. As we enter the doorway, we realize that we began our four years being the recipients of a good education and learning the values of loyalty, good sportsmanship, team work and the love one can procure for his school. We walk slowly down the auditorium aisle, almost as we did on Move-Up Day, and our minds are in a reminiscent mood. We travel backstage, the old stage with its time-worn steps and its name-covered walls. These walls tell of Jamborees, pep rallies, assemblies, and special events. These walls hold so many memories— memories that are relived every time its stage holds another presentation. We look out through the Auditorium. Here we viewed movies, sat in studv halls with other students, applauded for exchange assemblies, and we walk from it with eyes blurred. In the vestibule Student Council members sell candy at noon and there is the bustling and laughing of the students in a congenial nature, pausing to purchase pop or milk for their lunches. This vestibule contains the doors that open and close Sandy High, but we will not exit vet. Up the honored steps we trod, honored because each student that trod the golden stairway held his school in high esteem! The lower hallway—The Varsity cheerleaders gathered here at noon to practice. On game nights thev led the crowd in cheering the boys to victorv. They know that win or lose, a victory is theirs—Another victory in good sportsmanship and fair plav. These make a school. These qualities have molded Sandy High, making our hearts swell with pride, when we realize we were a part of her. As we tarry in the hall, we see a case with trophies and awards. These were won for fine contributions in the fields of baseball and basketball. The walls contain plaques. These honor students who had excellent citizenship standings in their school careers. On our right, the superintendent’s office, on our left, the principal’s office. They guided our school and thev guided its occupants. Great admiration is held for these two men—our friends. Rooms 2, 3 and 4—Senior homeroom, Home-Ec room and the Library. Each holds memories —memories that are ours to keep and treasure. One more flight of steps to go. Our heart is heavy. We have gone up and down them so many times, but never before did we stop to think—one day will be our last time. This is the day. We’ve reached the top floor. There are two rooms which occupy the Eighth grade. We ourselves, were occupants of these rooms. We viewed Sandy High first hand and eagerly anticipated the day we would take Sandy High School as our Alma Mater. We look around and see the Freshman homeroom and it brings memories of Orientation Day. We were dubbed “Greenies,” and as good sports we went through our initiation duties. Before we knew it, we became Sophomores, Juniors and finally Seniors. In just a little while we will be the Alumni. In this room we received lessons—lessons that were preparing its recipients for the future, ever expressing the importance of good citizenship and what it means to work together as a team. In retrospect, we think of Jay Vee cheerleaders. They used these halls for practice, and as they cheered during the games, they kept the thought, as did those cheering with them that “it isn’t as important to win. but how you play the game.” We slowlv start to leave this floor to begin our descent in this last journey. As we turn to go, it is so silent that our very thoughts, soundless as they are, seem to echo and re-echo, and we are further saddened. At the end of our last journey through Sandy High, we pause in the Auditorium. We look down the aisle. Empty, it seems so much longer. The thoughts and memories we treasure can never be fully expressed, but as we go, we know Sandy High has given us a good education and all these most treasured thoughts. These thoughts will make Sandy High enduring—enduring in memory. She will always stand as a momument, and this monument can never be replaced or destroyed. It is with this that we make our final departure. As each of us travel down the road of life, we pray that road will be guided by God and the fine examples set for us, bv thee—Sandy High. —NANCY COOPER 5