Sharon High School - Mirror Yearbook (Sharon, PA)

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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

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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 We’ve often been quite naughty, We’ve acted awfully bad, Then the teachers got quite haughty At us, they were pretty ‘ mad. ’ ’ We’ve had one good time also, As our past actions show; We wrote notes when we wished to, To our “sweetheart” or our “beau.” Yes, the notes we passed ’twas outrageous, To get them past teacher’s eye; But seeing them was contagious, Then we often tho’t we'd die. For they’d read them right off the rostrum, And care for our feelings not, Then into the basket they’d pop them, It certainly made us hot. Lots more of these pranks we did in school, That the faculty tho’t wicked, And many a dispute we had, ’Till we tho’t we would get kick ed. We mixed the books together, We spread paint everywhere, And made Demosthenes look like A replica of vanity fair. We tied a tin can to the doggie, And took apart the bell; Oh, weren’t we awful children, But us they couldn’t expel. Oh yes, we got kept in for talking, Also our seats they did change, ’Till often we tho’t of balking, To quell their actions strange. With spring there came spring fever, We were struck by the beautiful weather; Then, of dreams, we were a weaver, We felt as light as a feather. But listen to us, oh Freshmen And take your elder’s advice; Don’t try to go the limit, ’Cause you know it isn’t nice. And Sophomores also hear us, Why aren’t you dignified ? We never acted like you do; If we did, I think we’d hide. Twenty-seven