Wyomissing Area High School - Colophon Yearbook (Wyomissing, PA)

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U-, CN '7 X' ffx, 'X--A arm , ag? To The Class of I924 From the fragments of races who sailed the blue seas: From the brain and brawn of early pilgrimsg Coming down thro' centuries, there evolved a class. lt was a bond of the Olden VVorld wrought into the New: Of seekers who travel the long trail of knowledge, And whose names, like many others, may be emblazoned Or may sink into oblivion. Yet as they traveled, one by one there dropped out, To enter into a lesser or a greater glory, A few of these Pilgrims, as gently as the leaves Fall to the ground and are lost thereafter. Still there were hills to plod, mountains to climb, Torrents to swim, and night to encounter, Before their destination might loom ahead. But one star shown for their guidance! A pure silver cup brimming over with molten rays- A lantern of achievementg And as many rays were there as the number of Pilgrimsg One for each of them-some pointing north, some south, Yea, east and west! for the diverse roads of talent Hidden in the distance. So marched they seekers: now come they conquerorsl They were banded by one common laborg Nourished by optimism: linked by love on their iourney: But-alas! they have but begun in their cycle! For they have reached a fork in the road. Yea, they have begun, but now the body that was mingled Must separate, and each Wayfarer must follow his own course. Here, I see them, now! They are bidding their farewells! There is a smile, a tear, a wistful waving of the hand, As they part. Now they are gone! In the distance they have all disappeared one by oneg And their voices are no longer heard in unison. Thus the fragments of races' so evolved into a class, Hear become fragments again. MA-L, Elizabelh E. Zug Page Ninteen

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Q5 THE BLUE AND WHITE CORNELIA G. TROWBRIDGE Neil - Connie Cal Senior Basket Ball. Cbj Social Editor of Class Paper. Here is Neil, one of our most popular girls. She is also the olhcial school barber. Any time after school you can find Neil trying to improve some girl's looks with a shingle. W. H. S. will certainly miss a good sport and Bucknell will be glad to have such a delightful new student. ELIZABETH E. ZUG 'Lizzie' '-' 'Betlyu tal Literary Editor of Year Book and Class Paper. tbl Member of Debating Team. Ccj Pianist of School Orchestra and Assembly. This stutlious little miss is the musician of our class. VVithout her our mornings would be droll, for it is her music that starts us on our day. Her musical ability is not the only talent that Betty has, as is shown by her marvelous stories and poems. And then she is able to draw most anything from a fly to an elephant. But of all these talents her chief delight is in tickling the ivorys . We wish her the best of success in her musical career. Ihr 1HllDlIll11'iEIlllt jjnlyn vhrer Page Eighteen N

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s sg- THE BLUE AND WHITE Senior Class History How the years have flown! It seems to me but yesterday that I with two and thirty others, entered the portals of the Vllyomissing High School, and yet since then Old Father Time has traced wrinkles in my cheeks, has touched my hair with the irony of his humour. I have found an old diary of my school days and it helps me to recall vividly every little incident of those precious four years. How eager we were, we pilgrims to that far away land of knowledge, how full of mischief and yet how anxious to succeed! Because of our verdancy the upper classmen whom we so loved and revered called us the Freshmen, I can remember the tricks and pranks we played, and the manifold punishments thereof. I can remember the tiredness of our arms from writing pages and pages of history as payment for our misdeeds. They were joyous days but they were tinged too, by sorrow at the death of one of our most beloved teachers-Miss Fenstermacher. At the close of our first lap of the journey. and after numerous strenuous and racking tests of the knowledge we had obtained, we were disbanded to rest for a time after our toiling. Later we again assembled, refreshed and respirated and with a new dignity. Our freshness was dis- carded, for we had donned the distinguished title of Sophomores! There were three of our original band, however, who did not return, but in their places came three new pilgrims-Paul McPike, Florence Finklestein and Mary Roeder. There were new leaders too, to guide us along the rough and narrow path-Mr. Kinsey who taught us the marvels of science, Miss McCall who helped us in the knowledge of our own language and that of Caesar and Cicero and Virgil, and Mr. Mautone who delved with us into the history of our beloved United States. I remember the sleigh ride we had at that time-thie laughter caused by the unexpected tumble of one of us into the snowe-the delicious food served at the little country hotel, and the ride back in the moonlight. It was during this period of our journey that one of our favorite teachers-one Mr. Moyer, left us to answer the call of another and far distant hi l h l. H' greatest regret. gi sc oo is going was marked by our And then the time came when we felt that more cooperation more unity was re uired. . . ' ' fl To meet this necessity we gathered at the home of one of our members for our first class meeting. l can still picture that meeting. The night was cold and rainy but no atmospheric condition would dampen our eHervescent spirits. How we laughed and talked' lNhat s uables there - fl were over the choice of our hrst class colors! tlVlaroon and silver were hnallv selectedl. David Colehower was chosen for the first president. After business mat was devoted to the frivolous things of life. , ters were laid aside the time Thus passed the second lap of our pilgrimage. Again we were disbanded and ' , , ' again we returned still eagermstill ardent-juniors now! There were Five who left us then and there were two Erma Koch and Helen Dries-who joined us, 'I Page Twenty s I x .