Sharon High School - Mirror Yearbook (Sharon, PA)

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THE MIRROR ARTHUR Me KARLAXI) ‘‘I have immortal longings in me.” ANDREW RICHARDSON ‘‘I have never sought the world, The world must come to me.” Twenty-eight

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THE MIRROR The History of Class ’Eighteen On the 8th of September, 1914, when the clanging of the school bell had just ceased its joyful message, 168 boys and girls, the largest freshman Class ever enrolled before, trooped enthusiastically into the memorable hall of the West Annex. The smiling teachers stood at the doors of their respective rooms nodding and directing the bewildered pupils to the different divisions. Soon the work of registration was over, and the awe-struck students glanced timorously about with mingled feelings of i-egret and dismay. Such was the first day in Sharon High School. The work of instruction was immediately undertaken. The poor, innocent Freshmen daily underwent a thorough drilling in Physical Geography with Mr. Canon as instructor; Algebra, with Miss Boyce as preceptress; Latin, under Miss Boyles’ direction ; and English, with Miss Brown as teacher. The way the youthful aspirants after knowledge “caught onto” the work has always been a source of wonder and astonishment to the teachers. The Freshman instructors still point to the Class of ’Eighteen as one of the most brilliant in Sharon High. All went well. Days passed and the lads and lassies grew to know each other. Already several lasting friendships were formed. Every f reshman was now familiar with lower classman life. Like a bomb from the clouds the peacefulness was shattered, and the crusaders were once more storm tossed—this time by the sickness of Miss Boyle. It was not long, however, before Miss Gibbons came to their rescue and the work of education went on. The spirit of enthusiasm, which has characterized the Class of 1918 during the four year course, early made itself present. The Freshmen showed a desire to stand by each other, a spirit later manifested in athletics and various affairs. In the middle of the term, the upper classes, becoming jealous of our spreading fame, resolved to teach the Freshmen a lesson in obedience. Accordingly, certain colors distasteful to the Eighteeners, were thrust upon them with the simple order: “wear.” The spirit of the class was aroused. The resolve was to do or die. In accordance with the plan we chose our own colors, red and black, and by subscription paid for a large Freshman banner. The battle began. One night the Sophomores invaded our stronghold in the Annex and endeavored to decorate it with a new coat of paint. The plan, nevertheless, was only partly successful. The following noon a report circulated that the Sophies were to attack the Freshmen just after the dinner hour. The Freshies gathered at the accustomed corner near the American Laundry, but not a Sophomore showed up. Convinced as to the spirit and determination of the lower class, the three higher divisions had ceased to bother us. Thirty