Waynesboro Area Senior High School - Wayarian Yearbook (Waynesboro, PA)

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ORANGE AND BROWN SAGA by Elizabeth Mearns What is a saga but history, What is that but a mystery? The Orange and Brown Class of ,Thirty-five Has a four-page saga, alive With kindly acts, famed events and deeds, The means by which it filled its needs. This class, like a viking, ventured To launch its shining ship, though censored, Into the New World of high school. Here it fought its battle, like a duelg Against great odds it sought and won. With pens for battle-axes and puns For shields, it climbed upon the decks Of other class-ships to burn and wreck. A roving sea-robber, it searched For treasurers and loot which slipped and lurched just out-of-reach in exam-frays. Smattering of learning and a spray Of foam and froth, some will carry In their sea-chests, while others will tarry Under the weight of the jewels Which will sail with them as two-edged tools. Tools or jewels? Both, to give aid On the strange routes and stranger ports laid Upon the map whose chart they must trace. Knowledge to use, and truth and grace, These gems, they receive in exchange for Long hours of work and bitter war. From port to port, Iceland and Greenland This viking barge has crossed the strand. Sad incidents have marred the beauty Of this brave vessel, yet duty Has painted the scars with great renown. This ship, now stranded, on the sound, Its Vikings leaving, on to each bark, Each one seeking his own true mark. The New World is old to them all, now. So they set out to find just how To build the highest, best ligureheads, Their boats to lead with, not to be led. The ocean of the world is mighty For only strong craft, not flighty. Therefore, like the wounds on the school-page They shall have harder ones to gage. Into the face of the rising sun With sails spread wide, life just begun, Speed the sons and daughters of vikings. Young heads lifted, light so striking!

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THE ORANGE AND BROWN QA Parody, '36 will always favor the crimson, red, and blue, While those of '54 to the maroon and steel are true, The gardenia white shall flourish in fame and renown, While the class of '35 defends the Orange and the Brown. Through our four short years of high school within these walls so dear, We daily sought to master our problems oftimes drear, Or we won athletic victories, and whether up or down , We always stood loyal to the Orange and the Brown. When the ruthless years o'er-take us, stealing fast our youth away, Tho' young dreams betray us, and good fortune seems to sway, We will banish disillusion and every lingering frown, To recall those days of gladness 'neath the Orange and the Brown. THE FLOWERING TREE by Elizabeth Mearns See, how the snowy blossoms flee From the arms of the Mother Tree? Fragrant showers of white and rose, To make way for the fruit that grows. Like sweetest music here they lie, Brave reminders of days gone by. Petals that have twisted and turned, Tortured by ambition that burned! Taken from the tree that's sowing- Youth-sent by their warm hearts glowing! FOUND-An Old Love Letter! My Darling, Did you ever see a dream walking? Well, I did. When I Throw another log on the tire, Smoke gets in my eyes because I'm mistaken in you and yet you are Temptation Everything I have is yours, you know. Have you ever been lonely? Come to me and we'll make love when it rains, or Take me where the daisies cover the country lane. It's one minute to one and I'm thinking of The cabin in the pines. I'd like to know Who walks in when I walk out because I don't want to be Your last year's girl. In the valley of yesterday I see you By a waterfall. Don't you remember me Down by the old Millstream ? I'll keep Young and beauti- ful for a Sentimental gentleman from Georgia. Truly, I love you Sophisticated Lady P. S. I love you, How about a little celebration at the honeymoon hotel? Sweet Sue