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

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Foreword The staff desires that this annual express the senti- ments of the entire class. When we have stepped beyond the confines of dear old Alma Mater, in turning the pages of this book--which through the years may grow sacred--may We turn back, as it were, the pages of time, and see, spread out before us in living and everlasting characters, our most cherished and beloved memories. --The Editor

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Poems oi Dedication OUR AIM by Robert Clippinger From Alma Mater onward go, The world to all a place doth show. Some find a place in industry Which they may fill with fidelity, Some leave on missions of good-will, Where they will go, time alone can tell, But some go to no far-off harvest fields To bring back records of fruitful yields. Perchance the lot may fall to you Some humble piece of work to dog You may not climb the hills of fame, But you'll be climbing just the same. You may be called to do a deed Which seems to you as just small seed, But it may grow-not wither'd be- And blossom forth to a noble tree. Upon your head no crown of praise May point to your unselfish waysg No robe, no rose adorn your path, Your part to be just a merry laugh. But though humble be your lowly stall, Put into it your best-your all, And if wealth be yours then to possess, Then share it out with kindliness. If dignities of otiice you can hold, Or deeds of greatness you enfold, Hold not your head above the rest, Think not yourself better than the best, But if influence you desire to impart, Let that influence come from an humble heart, For great things are as great things do- It matters not where, nor how, nor who. We are the class of thirty-live. We liveg we loveg we work, we thriveg And as through the world our way we wend, May this be our means to a glorious end. Where we begin no part doth play In what folks'll say at our close of day- He's kind, and just, and noble too. May that some one be me and you? WHAT bIS TO BE Y Elizabeth Mearns We don't know where we are going But we are on our way-A cry From the deep, with strong winds calling- Winds of hope and desire and the fray. What do those maids of destiny Clasp beyond the veil of time? Will they forget us in some frolic Or lead us gayly along the air-routes of our visions Those visions of things that shall come to pass And those mirages of things that shall not come to pass. Twisted among the labyrinthine lanes of despair We shall yet break free and come forth gay. What if the lanes are rock-bound and rutted? Aren't they there to be overcome? Aren't the fortressed walls, bordering the lanes, Our strongholds of faith and succor? Some shall rest in the high places I Others shall stay in the low places For have not each a future to fulfill? Our day is young and rosy with promise For those who lift their eyes to the stars. Each one has a star and a wagon hitched to it! The star is beautiful now and burning, Yet time will dim its loveliness. And then-the wagon and all it contains Shall be our staff of fortitude. And why shouldn't it be? Won't the wagon be filled with Ideals and loves and deeds, Caught up from the wayside As each one slowly passes by? Over the luminous roofs of our dreams Comes a bird whose mission is opportunity. And lo-opportunity no longer knocks at the door! Those who would have, must seek And those who go out to seek, shall find. Great Ruler of our little day, We know not where we are going But we are on our Way-

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The Board of Education compliments the Senior Class on their activities for the year and commends them in their production of this year book, the Wahian of 1935. We are whole-heartedly in support of the policies of our high school, and always have been willing to give our stamp of approval to every worthwhile project. We consider the Wahian one of the very fine accomplishments of your class. Best wishes to you as you graduate and enter upon your next step in life. K. G. POTTER, President