Sharon High School - Mirror Yearbook (Sharon, PA)

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THE MIRROR But last of all, ye Juniors, Just follow us and see. When ye are lofty Seniors How much better you will be. Then you will often think of us And say: “Oh, weren’t they grand, They’ll surely go to heaven, And with the angels stand.’’ Of course we are the model school Of all the country round, And if you look for others, You will see they can’t be found. Next year the halls will not resound With the stepping of our feet, But there will be more to take our place, And that of course will be meet. Now, we’ve told you our faults and our merits, And hope we've not kept you too long, We have proved that we’re all 18 karats, That’s the burden of our song. But we’ll never cease to think of you, Old Sharon Hi so dear; And wo hope the one to come, Will be just such a prosperous year. Farewell Juniors and Sophomores too, And also Freshmen green, We hope that you will not forget The class of seventeen. — Clara Gamble and Howard Jones, Class Poets.

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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

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THE MIRROR Class Song Tune: “Naughty, Naughty, Naughty.” They’re worried—who’s worried? All of the classes. And there’s a reason why, It’s all on account of the “rep” that we’ve got Tor getting honor, fame, and what not. In Hi School spirit we took a part; We were quite known from the start. CHORUS: O famed class of seventeen! Greatest of all; Both large and small. We’re the pride of Sharon Hi, All do praise you to the sky. We’ve a record so clean and bright The others envy us with all their might, Because they know of all our whole big Hi school We’re the only class that’s all right. They’re weeping—who’s weeping! Why all the teachers, Because we’re going away. They say with brilliance we surely are blessed. Of all their classes, why ours was the best; In all athletics we had a share, You must admit we’re right there. CHORUS: