Sharon High School - Mirror Yearbook (Sharon, PA)

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THE MIRROR In October, 1917, the regiment which had proven to be superior to the other forces, came back for the last time. They started things moving in a lively manner. The German students accomplished their work so good that Captain Diefenderfer had no trouble. Captain Rainey’s Latin sharks held conferences and decided that Caesar’s plan of war should be tried at present and that it would surely mean defeat for the Kaiser. Captain Boyd certainly was proud of his recruits when they discovered a speedometer that could throw five hundred feet of light a mile. It became necessary about the middle of the year to choose new class officers. Harold Leffingwell was chosen president; Frank Brandt vice president, and Howard Jones, secretary-treasurer. Poetry seemed to ve everybody’s favorite so Captain Randall informed all the members that her favorite poem “L’Allegro” must be committed. So well was the poem liked that several members of the Seventeeners asked to recite the poem again during the Senior vacation. Cupid again visited their camps and took away Hazel Gardner, thus decreasing the graduating list. On April 29 an automobile accident occurred, taking the lives of two members of the school. Prof. Hanavan Alderman was a leader at the camp and was well liked by all. His death caused much sorrow among all his friends. Henry Maxwell, the other victim of the wreck, was a member of the graduating class of Seventeen. He was a bright and clever lad and also a very good worker for the High School ‘Mirror.” It was on account of his excellent management that the Mirror” had such successful season in 1915-16. He always had a kind word and a friendly smile for everybody. So with the usual ending of Class Night, High School Banquet, and Commencement, the history of the class of nineteen hundred seventeen ends. Their record is one which is to be envied. Over one-fourth of the class were honor students. The achievements of the seventeeners on the athletic field—the greater awakening of the school during their presence in it—all point to the Class of 1917 as one of the best ever graduated from Sharon Hi. JACK FREYMAN, Class Historian. Twenty-five

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THE MIRROR The first half of the term of enlistment came to a close as the Sophomore year ended, and everybody was again dismissed for the summer vacation. The Junior Year. After waiting patiently, the Junior term arrived. Every one again returned to serve and protect his city from the wave of illiteracy. The drilling this year became more difficult but each one held to his fighting spirit and faithfully worked as hard as he had the two preceding years. The knowledge of every member was now increasing therefore raising the standard of scholarship. The time had now come when new officers were to be elected for the coming year. And in order to stick by their aim of high standards, they therefore elected a member who represented the famed class very nicely. This lad was Harold Hildebrand, a “Seven Footer.” Thus they continually raised the standards of the class. His cabinet aids were Clara Gamble and Catherine Brainard. During the Christmas vacation a scout from Avalon High school visited Sharon Hi’s camps and after holding an interview with Prof. Perley, urged him to resign and take command of the forces at Avalon High. This meant a big loss to the whole army as Captain Perley was a good and able leader. It was through his excellent drilling that the Seventeeners turned out such good athletes. But General Jones soon discovered another expert when he found Prof. Howard Boyd, a husky and very ambitious leader. He was drafted from Mercer High, where he had command of the forces. He is taking Captain Perley’s place in an excellent manner. His work in “Lab” is unsurpassed, turning liquids into solids much quicker than a magician could do. About the latter part of April, Farrell High issued a Challenge to Sharon for a dual debate. The Challenge was accepted and volunteers were called for. Again the Seventeeners showed their spirit, when out of eight debaters five were from that class. They were Josephine Roberts, Cecil Lurie, Harold Hildebrand and Ben and Reuben Sacharow. The schools shared honors equally, each team winning at its home town. The girls took no back seat and exhibited their spirit when under the leadership of Miss Brown they formed a Glee Club. Almost every girl of the Seventeeners joined it, and before the year was over successfully staged a Chinese Operetta. The summer months once more rolled around releasing everybody for the vacation. The Senior Year. During the three months of vacation things were turned upside down. Two of Cupid’s unerring darts struck and fatally wounded Miss Ruth Brown and Miss Price. They were taken away from the forces and safely bound by the ties of Matrimony. Twenty-four

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THE MIRROR — Class Poem Oh, Senior Class, well thou has said, “We are a mighty class,” We’ll climb the rungs where fame has led, O ’er every narrow pass. The common things of every day. We meet from hour to hour; We find them on our life’s pathway, They are of life, the flower. The things we wish, our high desires, To rise to fame in this wide world; Seem to rouse our human fires, All our ambitions are unfurled. The longing for ignoble things Has never come to us in life, We hope for pearls and diamond rings, And to pick us out a loving wife. We’ve got the brightest class around, You've often heard of us, Our praises you will hear resound, Now please don’t make a fuss. We started in the Freshman Class, To win our laurels fair; And tho’ all of us did not pass, Most of us got there. As Sophomores we could not be beat, We were a motley crew, We did many a wond’rous feat, And were always in a stew. The Junior year quite soon rolled past, And we grew brighter yet; 'Twas often said we went so fast, We had no time to fret. Our Senior year! The best of all! It dawned, it came, too soon; It started in the frosty fall, It ended in lovely June. The days have gone, have flitted by Like shadows in the night, But in our minds they did not die, As we too strove for right. Twenty-six