Sheffield High School - Wolverine Yearbook (Sheffield, PA)

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other classmen in both basketball and baseball, which went to show that the class of '23 was slowly but surely overtaking the rest, climbing to the top of the ladder of dominancy. In the spring, a blonde young man came around and passed off on us some class rings and pins which led us to believe that they were better than any others. Putting aside our ability for sports and the like, we then turned out heads to dramatics, and many a member was selected for the cast in the Gold Bug. But the hardest blow that we got this year, was the Junior Prom at the Outing Club. What a hard time we had, scraping together enough money just to entertain those outrageous Seniors for one night! But anyway, they voted us royal entertainers even if Miss Miller did try to show Slab how to dance. Now we enter upon the saddest and gladdest lap of our scholastic journey. Hardened by experience, and rebuffs at the hands of the other upper classmen, we began with telling the lower classmen how to act when they became Seniors. As usual, we excelled in dramatics and basketball, although Warren did beat us in baseball. Many surprises took place this year, among which was the defeat of an impulse to publish an annual. Many a heated argument was held over this! And what fun it was, getting measured up for caps and gowns, ordering invitations and getting ready for our final show of '23 superiority. Then the big nights came, the faculty dinner, the junior party, a party at Borden'sg and a party given in our honor by the Barnes seniors class night, and finally commencement. VVe pulled off our class night in spite of a terrific electric storm. VVe left high school a much wiser crowd, but there is also dumbness to make for our wisdom although we hitched our wagon to a star, 'Tis not the tale of years men live That counts, but how they're spentg Not what we get, but what we give, Is our just measurement. And what we give, we never lose, And what we lose we gain, W'e live but once, and may not choose, To pass this way again. -Gerald Carroll '23. P-Reginald VVatts '23 10

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rpg... HLQ. - f - gf- :f - 'C --r-1-Q3 Q. - - 0' if Class of 23 History i . Q ' M 291-fe FSF' ' . ...BE ' :AR ' ' . .-fBti JJL ' 98' fivii IVE us a moment of your time, fair readers, and we shall unfold to your eyes the tale of a bunch of kids, the equal of whom, has not yet crossed the threshold of S. H. S. As you look this over, please don't take our name in vain, for its all here and its all true. VVe shall start with the eventful day of September 3, 1919, when, as a class, we first threw our hats inside the doors to stay for four long years. That day and the next few will long remain endeared to many a '23 man,-to those who came out of the hazing unscarred and with hatred in their hearts for all the classmen. It is not hard to recall our first class meeting, when, with such an accumulation of Swedes, Irish, woodhicks, and others, we were first tested to see how intelligent we could act. Vile left such an impression on Mr. Mitchell, that he felt it his duty to be our guardian angel there- after at all class functions. Our second year dawned bright for us, although we were somewhat diminished 'in numbers. Now we showed the upper classmen that we could initiate freshmen as well as they, and even the girls in our class tried to haze a little, too. Under the expert leadership of Miss Kester, we had numerous good times, including an excursion to Hathaway's one night for a weiner roast. During this term we selected our class colors-red and black-and class flower, the rose, after much debating on the subject. And now, a fraternity in our class comes to the front, namely the Roughnecks. Although but a year old, they proved their worth, and every time they were spoken of, we could not help but get a thrill. For a third time we came back to this noble institution for more knowledge, for which we are duly thankful. Our social season started off with a bang with a party at Beantown for Opal Kirkpatrick, and who doesn't remember Miss Norberg hauling Hazel out of the ditch while waiting for the last car. VVe were very prominent in a class scrap back of the school one noon which ended in a tug-of-war, and certain members of the class considered themselves lucky to get a piece of Mike's shirt when it was all over. And listen, Gold Bug cast, do you remember one rehearsal night, on the roof of dear old S. H. S.? By this time, numerous people in our class were expert athletes which was shown at the field meet, at the diamond, and also on the tennis and basketball courts. Many a time our class defeated the 9

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