Westfield High School - Prospectus Yearbook (Westfield, NY)

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THP: JUNIORS’ TALE Listen, my children, and you shall hear Something about Miss Baldwin’s dears. Since the first of September in forty-one Hardly a moment without some fun Has been our lot these three brief years. Borrowing, begging, and stealing did we; At many a dance we charged a high fee. The collection of paper, a bake sale, too. Helped us to roll m revenue For the ’45 yearbook we already foresee. The majority strived for the status of juniors. Numerous activities made it far from a bore; So on through the hours and days To the oflfice most of us wended our ways. In the midst of this came Pearl Harbor and war. We then left the rooms and entered the hall. Where study is supposedly meant to enthrall. On the eighth of September in forty-three. Soon they’ll present to us the key. But first entertain ’em we must with a ball. Colors of light blue and amber we chose. We thought they’d go well with Leg’s hair of rose. The wit of our health class is dear little Pris. On the basketball court Grace doesn’t miss. And yes, all through his classes Pretzel will doze. Thus ends the tale of the Junior Class For soon our exams we’ll be trying to pass; And we’ll sit in the back of the study hall. Able, at last, to lord over all. But still with less males than females, alas! 26