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

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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 .

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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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THE BLUE AND wi-i1TE Q4- But there were obstacles confronting us. Due to the rapid growth in number of travelers to the land of learning, the then occupied building proved itself to be insuniciently large, and for the time being it was necessary to use a nearby church. Many were the hardships met and overcome with a smile-a smile because of the promise of a new and magnihcent building for the next year. There were new teachers, too-Miss Althouse, Miss Smith, Miss Nagle and Mr. Bowman. But in spite of all hardships this period was one of gayety and pleasure. Each pilgrim became imbued with the desire to trip the light fantastic toe and how we did dance. There were four parties given-each more splendid than the last. There was one at Hallowe'en-mysterious and full of the allure of the spook seasong one at Christmas-gay and festive, to which we came dressed in our very bestg one at Easter very formal but also very delightfulg and one in june as a farewell to the dear departing Seniors whose footsteps we were soon to fill. Besides these parties, two plays, in which some of our number were represented, were given. And so the third epoc of our journey drew to a close, and we were Seniors! What a world of memories and recollections the name holds! VVhat a year of happiness and pleasure that one was! How swiftly it passed! First, there was the long promised new building-a monument of perfection it seemed to us, with its individual rooms for the individual groups, its great Auditorium, its department for manual arts, its gymnasium. And there were new teachersfMiss Hummer for English, Mr. Haag for Latin, Miss Iliff for Domestic Science, Mr. Deidrick for physical training and Mr. Wfeiss for manual training. Besides there was a new leader over us all-Mr. Appenzellar who had come to help us and the other struggling bands to the wonderful land of knowledge. There were no new members this time to join us although four of our original band left us, much to our sorrow. This year, instead of seeming the finish of our journey, seemed but the beginning. So many new helds were discovered, so many new activities inaugurated. - This was the year of Athletic competition. Never before had we, as a group, felt so strongly the urge of class and school spirit. Several teams for the numerous activities were formed and although the crown of victory was not always ours, the knowledge that our representatives fought their hardest for us lessened the bitter taste of defeat. As an English project under the guidance of Miss Hummer the task of producing a class paper was undertaken. It was an amateur thing but it led to the desire for a bigger thing. lt was the seed from which a larger undertaking sprang-a class year-book, a record of our activities and in-activities, our deeds and misdeeds through out those four precious years. There was the question of financing this great project-and as a solution, a combination bazaar and track meet was held. A track-meet! What could have been more exciting for the younger pilgrims. What could have been more noisy! And combined with the shouts and yells, lcan still hear the voices of the hot-dog venders, the balloon sellers, the flower-girls! But in spite of all noise and clamor, the bazaar was a success and it furnished the means of beginning our year book. And so as our goal drew nearer, as the long promised land of learning grew from a thing of promise and hope into a tangible reality, we felt that we should like to tarry longer on the road- now grown familiar and dear thru friends gained and memories sown along the wayside. But the time was limited-no delays were allowed-and so, one day in june we entered the longed-for gates-wiser perhaps, because we had awakened to the realization that within those gates was not the ending but the commencement of a broader Field for the search of knowledge, of success and of happiness, 9 Cornelia Trowbridge. Page Twenty-One jill 'rl 'A V 1' l f 'ti