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

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TO THE FACULTY I May Fortune beam upon you Who have enlightened our erring ways And may all sorts of luck be with you For many lengthy days. II May honorable Miss Sleichter attain fMay I repeat that old refrain ?j A conference room I would have For your ediflcation and gain. III To Mr. Lehman of Red Pencil fames Some more red pencils and well known n To burden on-coming seniors With identihcations and shames. IV To the sage and san Mr. Ike A Sherlock Holmes hat and a bike A spy-glass too will do To search out news, then pursue. V Coach Engle will also need Some football players with speed And for him soon I hope A gym with a wider scope. VI To Mr. Martin of the curly pate Be kind to him Oh Fate When his ship up the harbor sails HIIICS Bring him microscopes, toads, and snails. VII May Miss Schue, gracious and kind Only the best of luck find May Fortune on her smile And treat her well a long while. VIII For Mlle. Amberson petite A stool for her weary feet A fire-side nook and an excellent book Will make life for her complete. IX Miss Smith I am sure needs time The way she rushes Thro' snow and thro' slushes Is nothing short of a crime.

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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

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V EPITAPHS Here lies the body of Ralph Newcomer Who decided he would become a plumber, He opened a pipe which he thought contained water But gas instead took him from his mater. Rush Stouffer died a terrible deathg Heart trouble they say was the cause. ' The real cause though was lack of breath ' While deabting he forgot to pause. Bob Clippinger lacks a girl friend But admirers lacks he not, At all debates girls look at him And think he's pretty hot. Life is sweet But sometimes bitter, When you woo a girl And then don't git 'er. Here lies the body of Shenton, George, Buried with Zumbro, Frankg Ikey gave 'em what he thought was But wasn'tg and gosh! how rank! 'Zuckerman Pearl is quite a girl, A first violin she plays She'll try in two the strings to saw I suppose for the rest of her days. Here lies the body of Alberta Riddles, For Bill she couldn't prepare the vittles As he said she couldn't make them hot, Therefore he put her on the spot. Dead men tell no tales they say And we hope it's true we confess, For alackg alas! alack a day! Here lies the body of jacob Hess. Vincent Sweigert, the sleepy guy ls very far from dead, But my, oh me! me, oh my! How he loves to lie in bed. A gallant hero comes to the fore In the glory of football fame The girls they all this man adore Delbert Shockey is his name. Roses are red Violets are white How can I sleep lf l'm out all night? Here lies the body of Singer Geiser Who thought he could act like the old Kaiser, But he fell in a man-hole with a terrible thud And now he's buried under 6 feet of mud.