West Chester High School - Garnet and White Yearbook (West Chester, PA)

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Alma Mater Words and Music by SAM BARBER, '26 Maestoso 1 — - —M - yr • 4 —wi r J® — •— ® 1. West Chester High, to thee our Al-ma Ma - ter, Prais-es 2. So may we strive, that when Lifes dawn is past, Mind-fu we sing, and I of thee, and I—— — -— 1 I 1 j . m • (fa. Z-- - —U —-Sf —4 1— — 4 J —if ■ —x i gr 1 i r± 1 9 —I—r i m I- -i H 3 b —1 z 4 pledge our love a - new Les-sons of lov - ing to the last,— We shall have m Life lived and Truth to us im - part, the virtues thou hast .taught. F -—j-i r p , i L ..-i f- E.„-j J I J —4 « Knowledge to We shall have = -ci—id serve, to found the J- i each a loy-al vie - to - ry we l L-4- -J ---1 heart. sought Sing then a song un - 11 =1=1 =4—+ 4=4= 4 • - - 444= = =k=£= -t=f- - ♦ -a- ■■■ l=34§=4 , Copyright 1926 by Sam Barber 28

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wvW ETHEL MATTHEWS Commercial Sunset “Ilappy, laughing, sometimes shy. Tikis little maid with merry eye. Commercial Club II, III, IV’; Typewriting Certificate; French Club III; Chorus III. Ethel is one of those qiuet girls who hail from Malvern. She seems very quiet to those who do not know her; but, once you have become acquainted, you will always like her. Ethel always wears a Smile, and she is ready to help anyone in need. Next year, Ethel expects to be “Somebody’s Stenog.” We wish her success in her undertaking. FLORENCE O’DONNELL General Sunset “ Five foot two, eyes of blue ’ Mixed Chorus II. Ill, IV; Christmas Entertainment III, IV’; Concert III; History Club 11; Art Club I; Perfect Attendance II. Who’s that blonde? Ever heard anyone ask that question? Why, it’s no other than “Flossie.” A pair of smiling blue eyes plus a pleasing personality and a very attractive blush—that’s “Flossie.” “Flossie” expects to attend Beacom next year. Good Luck! EDITH PANNEBAKER General Indian “To those who know her best, a friend most true.” Science Club III. Edith hails from the little town of Anselma. She appears to one who doesn’t know her well as being modest and bashful; but we, her classmates, know her better than this. Edith expects to be a nurse. We, the Class of ’29, wish you the best of success, Edith, and we know you will succeed. MORTON LACKEY TALLEY, Jr. Scientific Yankee “ Wise to conceive, and patient to perform.” Dramatic Club III. IV; History Club HI, IV; Class Lieut. Ill IV; Football Squad IV; Class Basketball II, III, IV; Track Squad III, IV. “ Mort or “Talley,” as he is known by his friends, is a great booster for our High School. Being athletically inclined, he has helped dear old W. C. H. S. win many victories. “Mort” is also very good in the dramatic line, especially when he is taking part as a general. “ Mort ’’expects to attend Temple University next vear. The Class of ’29 wishes him the best of luck and success in the future. ALICE WALTON General Indian “ Begone, dull care! Thou and 1 shall never agree. Classical Club III; History Club IV’. Are there giggles and jokes in the back of Study Hall, fifth period? That's our Alice. Is someone blue without apparent reason? Send for Alice. Alice wants to be a nurse, and so those who will be her patients are to be envied. But her sunny disposition does not keep Alice from being serious-minded, as they can tell who ask her for help on a knotty problem in Algebra. DONALD WILLIAMS General Indian “ Steers a straight course, in calm or storm. ” Class Baseball Mgr. II; Baseball Squad III; Science Club III. “Don.” arriving in the middle of his Sophomore year, made many friends and still has them. “Don’s” friends are going to miss his cartoons and jokes which have afforded much class room amuse- ment. Our friend is going to improve his talent in the future in order to make bigger cartoons of bigger men. 27

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Elizabeth Sc atter oood. '29 JlK'st (Eljester iiitjh J rljnul So long ago we came unto thy halls, And sought, W est Chester High, to gain from thee That Art for which fair Minerva stands— Sweet Learning, vast as is the mystic sea. We scarce can praise enough, oh noble School, The lessons thou hast taught to every- one, That each might profit by some error made And find his work upon some distant Sun. And now that Time has swiftly fled away, And vanished in a veil those years with thee. We stand alone, without thy guiding hand, Uncertain of the Life that is to be. But may thou e’er be with us as of old, And lead us in the paths of famous men; Ah, be for us a gleaming Beacon Light, Until at last we reach the rainbow’s end. Esther Walker, ’29. Jicune J gamst an luhirtiurut “Listen, my children, and you shall hear of a Tuesday morning, bleak and drear.” So begins this modern chronicle. The said Tuesday morning took place in nineteen hundred and twenty-six A. 1). It was the morning when the Class of 1929 first en- tered the halls of W’est Chester High School Yes, these were the same halls in which we, now hold the daily “Senior Circus,” so called by underclassmen who can have no idea of the enjoyment gotten thereby. Looking back I can hardly see how we were so shy. The first time a Senior looked at us—Yes, we added another color to the spectrum. We were quiet, shy, and un- noticed. Since, we have been accused of being too frivolous, too blithesome, and too lackadaisical. As an answer to this serious indictment I relate the following history: The first months of our Freshman year were used in getting acclimated—i. e., get- ting used to circling those “unnecessary” things called monitors. At Christmas time our influence was first felt. Peg Hoopes won the Christmas Story Contest, open to all Freshmen. Following this, later in the year, we startled the school until its 1866 fc undations shook. The upperclassmen had to realize that we were there. The cause of this mighty disturbance was Margaret Kievan, who coolly took first prize in the Girls’ Speaking Contest. We were the last Freshman class to be allowed to enter this contest, and I feel that we shall be remembered. As our leader to guide us through the various Freshman rocks and shoals we chose Gordon Whitcraft. After much “back-breaking” work we finally drew near to the close of our first year in High School. Yes, we were to reach the dignity of Sophomores. Little had we realized, as we entered the preceding fall, that we should ever reach this stage; but we had, and we proceeded to make the most of the opportunity. Our Sophomore year started off with the members of our class showing their mettle by electing Frank Baird as president. Hardly had we gotten over the election when again our orators conquered. Gordon Whitcraft won first prize in the Boys’ Speaking Contest, with another one of our class, James Hoopes, forcing him to do his best to win. Our Christmas vacation must have done us good, for under our newly- chosen colors, Blue and White, we came forward again. In the annual Spelling 29