Sheffield High School - Wolverine Yearbook (Sheffield, PA)

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The Seniors are the liveliest of all classes. The Roughnecks are known by everyone and are envied by some. We are entertained very often and we are always sure of a good time. Clarence Slater is our able president. Miss Coleman, our faculty advisor, helps us in all diffi- culties and leads us along diligently. The Class of 1924 is such a bright and studious class that we are sure that whenever the History of S. H. S. is mentioned we shall always be accorded the highest place. -Bernice O'Leary. CLASS POEM chool days are the best days, ome disagree, just for fun, chool days are the best days, cholars say, when all is done. fliciency is our aim, ach knows when he succeeds, fficiency is our aim, very day, doing some good deed. ew things to accomplish, otwithstanding prevention, ew things to accomplish, oble are our intentions. ndependent we might be, ncreasing our wisdom each day, ndependent we might be, lluminating others' way. mitting a duty, no, not ever, ffering each one our best: mitting a duty, no, not ever, ur diligence, you can test. egular duties, regularly done, ejoicing in doing all we can, egular duties, regularly done, ecall the deeds, all over the land. eniors meet all these requirements, hirking their duty not once, eniors meet all these requirements, uccess now awaits, the whole bunch. Beryl Whitton. 25

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rat jp Efauf rise v that rm HBO? ii! ! o 0 M Senior Class H1story OUR years ago it would have been hard to believe that our jour- ney through High School was to be such a pleasant, successful, and satisfactory one. We, the Class of 1924, entered High School with the idea of accomplishing what we undertook to do. Did we do it? Listen and you will see clearly how we carried out our aim. In the year of 1920 we became members of the student body of Sheffield High School. We were Freshies and, perhaps a little green. The commands of Go on , This is not one's funeral, and the like, fell unheedingly on our ears. Where do we go and what do we do now were-the only questions we wanted to have settled. Louise Schweitzer, a member who has since left us, was always a good guide. She would look around, find a room, and cry out in the midst of every- thing, Come in here. I guess this is where we go. Dorothy Ritchie was chosen as our first president. Gilbert Gustafson became prominent in dramatics, and showed his ability in the play, Strongheart. We had representatives from our class on the Basket Ball Team. Dot Johnston won a Basket Ball Letter. We, indeed, started a renowned career. It was considered then, as now, a great honor to belong to our class. Many important events happened during our Sophomore year. VVe won fame in Basket Ball. The leading man in the High School play, The Gold Bug, was one of our classmates. W'e started some social events in our High School. Do you recall our party? There is no doubt that it was a complete success. During this year, Bernice O'Leary served as president. We were slowly creeping through the halls of fame. The Junior year was full of happenings. The path was sometimes strewn with hard work and hard knocks, but we bore these with a smile and a grin. VVe were represented on everything. The other classes were beginning to realize how important we were. Our class rings! Our parties! Our Junior Prom! Worry and worry but everything ended satisfactorily. Thanks to you, Goofey, for your helpful guidance during this year! We realize now that it was enough to break any ordinary man's life but we all know that you are extraordinary. We are now on our last stretch of High School. We are proud to think we are so near graduation but still there is a sadness felt by all of us in leaving S. H. S. This year the Seniors have been taking a prominent part in every acticity. We have a famous basket ball team. 24

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Qislwnl W, , ' , i :F 'f1 5-ifmi i :ei 1:1'-- lv'f::iiJ1Qe ? 0, .- I Z i Class Prophecy AST night, as I sat fretting and thinking of the few weeks until the High School life would be a minus quantity to the class of '24 I heard a light tapping, followed by a fluttering of airy veils. The Queen of the good fairies had come to visit me. Before she left she asked me, if I had my choice of the thing I most desired, what it would be? The kindly smile on her beautiful countenance assured me that she was sincere and would give me what ever I asked for. I knew what I Wanted the most but-lwould the good fairy think me selfish and vanish like they so often do in story books? VVhat I want money can't buy and no-one but you can give me. Oh! if I could only see My class mates as they will be fifteen years from the day they graduate. The little fairy squinted her keen eyes in thought, then said. I will grant your wish, but you must prepare yourself for a trip around the world, your class mates are ambitious and will travel far. Tishl Then she had vanished as quickly as she had come. The next moment I was stepping from a train in Dublin City, I asked my Cabby if such a throng of people was a common sight, and learned from him that it was reception day for the Queen. On hearing this I inquired from my cabby, Are the hotels full? Axen 'yer love, sor, he replied, ye'd better save yer time and throw a few stones at a windy. Ye'd get locked up thin, and that's the aisyest way to find a room this night. Only too late I found out that my adviser had been my old friend Pete Slater who was now becoming prosperous as a cabby. I stood Waiting the queen's coming when I heard, Kape back there, O'Leary, her majesty won't buy any oranges: she hates thine, and there was Bernice O'Leary busily engaged selling oranges, when old friend, Tom Malone, now a cop in the city, came up to her and said: God bless yer sowl, sure its only the color of them she hates, yer ought ter have some green ones. VVhile going through Ayr, Scotland, I decided to drive out two miles and see the low-roofed cottage, so famous as the birthplace of Robert Burns. When I arrived there I was overjoyed to find that Bertha Benson and Helen Lindberg had taken over the management of the home of their favorite poet. They showed me the room where he was born, then we went for a stroll along the banks of his Bonnie 26