Sharon High School - Mirror Yearbook (Sharon, PA)

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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:

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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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