Warwick High School - Warrian Yearbook (Lititz, PA)

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Fcculfy 1951 SEATED-flefi fo Figllni Miss Gracv B. Wlillvr. Mrs. Emily H1-ss. Nirs. l'1Pll'l1 l,l WiS. MTS. ESlI1f'T Groff. STANDING-Wir. N. Lev Klopp. Mr. Leroy Trupv. Wir. N. J. Fullrman. Supvrvising Principal: lwlr. Hvnry A. Kulik, Mr. Howarcl Farrar. NR. RICIIARIT Mu.l.liR

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Class Song ....by.... GERALDINE GEHMAN AND JEANETTE KEENER Tune: My Wild Irish Rose Vvelve attended a school that Weill never forget. It has given us pleasures and joy, And youill always rememher the examples we set: For we've had pride in each girl and boy. VVe've gone through four years of great hopes and no fears. As we go forth to meet our foe We will always rememher our teachers so dear. Who have tried hard to please us we lcnow. CHORUS: Farewell Vvarwiclc High, Our thoughts will never die Of a school good and true, And the friends that we lcnew, Farewell Warwick High. Farewell VVarwiclc High hflemories in you lie. You can search everywhere But none can compare VVitl1 our dear old Vvarwiclc High. Class Poem ....iJy.... CERALDINE GEHIVIAN AND BETTY GEORGE We the class of fifty-one Are proud of all that we have done. Vveive always tried to do our hest And surely we have made the test. VVe've climhed the mountains steep and rough And yet, we haven't climbed enough Our destination is unlmown Because our life will he our own. Not for school, but for life ls the motto of our strife. Vvevve chosen wisely the white carnation For our class flower, with much sensation. So proudly we hail the hlue and white, VVe've loved them too, with all our might. VVe've heen together for so long To part our hearts must he so strong. Farewell dear Vvarwiclc Township High Vvelll loreathe your memories with a sigh And though we'll here no longer stay VVe'll not forget you, not a clay. 1951 SPVPII