Westmont Hilltop Senior High School - Phoenician Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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Commencement Week June June June June June June Methodist Church 9 Junior-Senior Dance Baccalaureate Sermon Rev. McWilliams Class Play Picnic Commencement Alumni Banquet

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And went back to ’64 with you— ’Twas at the White House, and standing near The presence of an extremely plain man Stood one brave soldier, quaking with fear Lest his mother should hear of his sentence. In simple words he told how, craving for rest He fell asleep, despite his duty of guard. Lincoln, hearing him and trusting him, Sent him hack to his post, pardoned. That instance Brought to light the merciful, broad-minded man The brother and father of human race. As he sat then, so he seems to sit now Pardoning and forgiving our daily wrong.— We then saw him after the triumph of his speeches Talking modestly, and ever the same Surrounded by wonder and awe-struck men. You, Lincoln, lead our boys through the World War Just as you did long ago. For your sake They fought. You are the Captain still steering Our ship of State in the great ocean of Life. You sail alone,—guiding your crew—the States, You lived in Life’s garden of heroes. You sail now on Life’s ocean of men— Leading us, guiding us, as our Savior. Oh, Lincoln, what can we say to you? No one can understand our trifling words— They must go to you, see, and commune with you To feel the thrill that comes when in your home. Feelings are far greater than words, so now We merely say—we came—we saw— Were imbued with the sanctity of life As you portray it. We know our lives have been made Purer, richer and nobler, since entering Your home of white. HATH FRINK L. KRIEGER, ’23. THE GOLDEN ROD There’s a dandy tall big fellow, Who dresses all in yellow— In yellow with a covering of green; With his hair ail crisp and curly, In the autumn bright and early. As dancing o’er the meadow he is seen. Bright and sandy, tall, big dandy. Golden dancer of each dell! Green and yellow, happy fellow, All the children love him well. But at length this tall big fellow Doffs his dandy coat of yellow, And, scattered everywhere upon the green, Tiny spots of black and brown are seen; For the North wind takes his toll On each spot in every knoll. From the golden rod so fair It takes his yellow hair, And leaves instead of yellow A dark brown wasted fellow. SARAH ENGELHARDT, '26. THE MAGIC FOOT OF COLUMBUS Ye foot, whose magic touch frights fear away— Fear lest we go unbound by wedlock to our graves. Have pity on us doubtful and uncertain ones. Grant us but one slight touch of shining bronze Which may, ’tis said, as some fair morning dawns. Bring to our hearts the hero of our destiny. Thy once dull foot, Columbus, is worn bright By superstitutious fools like me whose plight Decreed by fate remains unaltered and unchanged. MARJORIE REYNOLDS, ’23. Inspired by the foot of Columbus on the bronze doors of the National Capital. One touch guarantees married life.

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CLASS Mnrk Carter Thank you, good sir, I owe you one.” Why of course it’s Mark! Who else could it be? Mark is our class president, but of course his ambition doesn’t stop here. Some day we ex- pect to see him President of the United States. Mark is quite popu- lar with the girls and especially made a hit in Washington. When he grad- uates the school will be deprived of the most famous and experienced matcher. Katherine Krieger She is pretty to walk with and witty to talk with and pleasant too, to think on. Xo words can express how dear to us Kasey is. Our only regret is that we could not have had her with us for four years. She is one of those rare people who can do anything and make friends with anyone. Her tini- ness is more than made up for in the bigness of her heart. OF 1923 Dorothea Luebbert “Her voice was ever soft, gentle, an excellent thing in woman.” Few know Dot as she really is, witty, pleasant and lots of fun. Her modesty and quietness at school are very different from the jollity and good company that she furnishes at other times. Dot is a good student, too, always ready with her work and service. Dot has filled her position as representative in the Students’ Council and Secretary of the Class and in fact all her responsibilities ex- tremely well. Manuel Higgins “A merrier man within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour’s talk withal.” That is Mannic all over for he’s more fun than a train load of monkeys. He has learned the true value of a dollar by being the Treas- urer of the Class for the past two years. Judging from his first two years in high school we thought Manuel was an everlasting woman- hater, but since the Washington trip he’s been making up for lost time.