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

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The Garnet and White a a a 3 At flood Tide There is a tide in the affairs of men Which taken at the flood leads on to fortune. AS a stone is tossed into a placid pool of living water, so is the school's influence brought to our early consciousness. All the fine and interesting subjects of book-lore, nature, and human relationships offered to us by teachers and friends unite to create an individual personality. The diversions of study through which we pass correspond to the ever-widening ripples which radiate from the fall of the stone. Now at commencement time our restless, over-brimming spirits have been borne outward on the last wave of high school education. A deep cur- rent stretches out, awaiting some force to stir it into activity. Shall we make a fatal splash, or shall we gather more and more strength until we rest on the top ot a huge wave which touches success? Our reactions to future conditions are dependent upon our educational training. Protected and guided here in West Chester High School, we have learned from present and past examples to live well and profitably. Happiness and sorrow, work and play have wakened us to the splendid yet serious task of living. According to our characters we have accepted or ignored many opportunities for a busy and rich existence. Service is the only goal worthy of this preparation. So broad is this field that anyone can offer himself. Unselfish service to the community, to culture, to a loved one, or to an ideal makes one a successful and worthwhile person. Opportunity for larger service is the finest reward of service. We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart throbs. He most lives Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.” —Bailey In every corner, hall, and room of West Chester High School the gay sweet freedom of our youth, the merry laughs, the whispered fears and joys, the vows of love anew are hidden. In memory may we come back for encouraging glimpses of those precious years. Perhaps our friends are scattered or gone, but in kind memory will be that which we hold dear. With courage and wisdom and high hopes may we make you as proud of us as we are proud of you. Eleanore Pyle, ’33. Alma Mater Alma Mater, likened to a mother bird are you; And we, the young, have long been nourished by your guiding wisdom. 'Tis time for flight and so we must take wing; The path of life lies now revealed unto us. Our nest was soft with silken down and feathery twigs so warm. Against the sun and wind outside protected. We birdlings shiver as we start to climb the path So steep and cold. Oh, mother bird, who lighted up the way for us. Long years from now shall we return to you— The conquerors of life, birdlings, strong and famed. Your heart will beat with pride and glow with tender love. Dorothy Wallace, ’33.

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2 ▲ ▲ ▲ The Garnet and White Tc W. C. H. I. West Chester High, Our Alma Mater, From thee regretfully we turn Toward life’s great future stretched before us With the lessons we have learned. We leave thee with unexpressed sadness and sorrow, Anti enter life's trials well trained for the grind; But no matter what luck or what fate bring tomorrow. We’ll always have thee, our mentor, in mind. The happiest hours of our lives were spent with thee. While working and playing within thy brave walls. Anti the knowledge we gained as we toiled thus to serve thee Will stand us in stead as we heed all life’s calls. The friendships we made while we dwelt ’neath thy portals Will ever remind us of hours spent with thee; And successes we have as we practice thy teachings Will keep our thoughts wandering ever to thee. And so to thee, our Alma Mater, We drink a toast before we part That we, the Class of ’33, may Have a place within thy heart. Tom Yerkes, ’33.

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4 ▲ A a The Garnet and White At the End of (lie Trail THREE years ago we, the Class of Thirty-three, began our journey down the High School Trail. We began with hesitant, insure steps, but with hope and ambition in our hearts. Now our trip is over, and we are closing the gate behind us. For some it has been a long, rough road; for most, it has been a happy way; but for all, it has been a path leading us to the future. When we set out on the trail, the gate seemed away in the distance; but the journey has been com- pleted, and now we must say, “Farewell.” Alma Mater, you, who have guided us on this journey, have taught us much. Our lessons have been gained not alone from textbooks and classrooms. 1 hese have given us the material knowledge with which we may battle life; but in addition you have broadened our view, added to our ambitions, and given us worthy examples to follow. Such lessons will help us in our future work when we are beyond the gate. To many of us the future is hazy, for we are still undecided as to the best course to follow; but wherever our futures lies, we shall always have the memory of our past high school days. Through these memories we shall gain encouragement and guidance. On the Trail we have learned to know and to love many friends. There is no finer, no better gift that our Alma Mater could have given us than that of true friendship. Many of these acquaintances may become only memories but they will be pleasant visions, some of which will hold out to us hope and inspiration. For all these gifts and for your guidance, Alma Mater, we offer our sincerest thanks. May we ever hold your name in reverence. Remember our Class of Nine- teen Hundred Thirty-three, for we shall need your support to aid us on the longer journey before us. The gate is slowly closing, for we have reached the end of the Trail. One last message, one last challenge greets our eyes: “All the world lies before you; walk on.” Marjorie Chambers, ’33. © -three Thirty A faith in all mankind— A faith that never dies; High hopes and dreams of living That reach to farthest skies; In all our lives an honor, A courage in our fears; The power to know all joy And grief and pain with tears. Yet still to walk unbowed. Unbroken bv life’s blows; To keep our souls unbruised. Immune to minor woes; A love that fills our hearts And strengthens us to live; A knowledge that in life The man who takes must give; All this has been our code In years that now are gone. Henceforth our heritage For us to carry on! Priscilla L. Cox, ’33.