EDUCATION: 1919 Class Book of the East Bethlehem Township High School, Washington County, PA Contributed for use in the USGenWeb Archives by Chris Hunt Ninah@carolina.rr.com Copyright. All rights reserved. http://www.usgwarchives.net/copyright.htm http://www.usgwarchives.net/pa/washington/ _______________________________________________ An html version of the yearbook, with some photos may be found at http://www.usgwarchives.net/pa/washington/ebethhs.htm CLASS BOOK OF THE EAST BETHLEHEM TOWNSHIP HIGH SCHOOL 1919 EDITORIAL STAFF MAMIE O. VOLPE.................................................Editor SYLVIA M. REX.......................................Assistant Editor JAMES E. MORRIS.............................Business Manager -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The High School Faculty MISS CATHERINE I. MILLIKEN Principle MISS OLIVE S. DOWDELL MISS HELEN E. McCLAIN FRANK E. NYSWANER Supervising Principal EAST BETHLEHEM TOWNSHIP HIGH SCHOOL BACCALAUREATE SERVICES. UNION SCHOOL AUDITORIUM. SUNDAY EVENING, MAY 18, 1919 Music ............................................CHOIR Invocation ......................L. G. RICHEY MUSIC .............................................CHOIR ANNOUNCEMENTS SERMON ....................rev. Frank fish music .............................................choir benediction ...........rev. l. g. richey CLASS ROLL HELEN EDNA BAYARD........................Rices Landing, Pa. CLARENCE EWING BANE..........Fredericktown, Pa. R.D. RUTH THELMA CARROLL...................Fredericktown, Pa. JAMES EMERY MORRIS..............................Millsboro, Pa. MARGARET LUCY MORRIS.......................Millsboro, Pa. NELSON LEANDER PHILIP.......Fredericktown, Pa., R.D. SIDNEY ROUMANIA RICE..................Clarksville, Pa. R.D. SYLVIA MAE REX..................................Rices Landing, Pa. MAMIE OLIVETTA VOLPE.........................Vestaburg, Pa. CLASS OFFICERS EMERY MORRIS..............................................President MAMIE O. VOLPE...................................Vice President HELEN BAYARD............................................Secretary MAE SHARP......................................Assistant Secretary NELSON PHILIP............................................Treasurer Class Moto—"OVER THE TOP" Class Colors—OLD ROSE AND GRAY Class Flower—PINK ROSE BUD MARGARET MORRIS "Silence is the perfectest herald of joy." —Much Ado About Nothing. CLASS WILL. Like so many others, from freshie to senior is the career of "Peg." Old fashioned, demure, sweet—what could be more significant? Dainty and fragrant, " is surely a wild one. We almost lost her just 'fore Christmas but her return was a rejoicing among her classmates. This quondam (once) High school Miss will be in the superstar class. May the thoughts and "loving remarks" of her classmates be with her in lonely hours and may her abilities prove a success for her hereafter. —M.O.V. '19 SIDNEY RICE "Blow, blow! thou winter wind."—As you Like It. CLASS OPTIMIST. "Foxy" walks three miles to school every day but never thinks it. Youth has many attributes and one of these is castle-building. When one looks for a smile we see ambitions and dreams. Which bring us back to "Foxy." She has a pleasant smile for us all and is like by everyone who knows her. "Foxy" says she is going to teach "kiddies" so that most faithful and earnest wishes of success go to her—from us—castle-building. —S.M.R. '19 [pages missing] CLASS POEM. FRANCIS MAE SHARP -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- FAREWELL TO OUR H. S. "Three Cheers" for this, our High School, For to-night from it we part; And To-morrow upon a great journey, The journey of life we must start. We each become High School students, In the year of nineteen sixteen, And like all other Freshmen, We were termed as "very green." We had three noble teachers— Williams, with mild eyes of brown; Keister, who loved the scholars, And Pauley, who couldn't frown. O, how we loved and honored them, We tried to do our best, And all were crowned with victory, When came the final test. Our Junior year was pleasant For we spent our moments well, And when our High School ended A sad tale was left to tell. Now, Mr. Pauley left us— His country's call he heard. We gladly gave him for the cause— His patriot heart was stirred. No more would he be our dear teacher For they sent him soon to France, You know it took "Our Yankee Boys" To make the "Kaiser dance." Next year we entered as Seniors And felt quite dignified, Until we entered our class room And two new teachers spied. In a short time we all knew them— We soon learned to love each face, For to really get acquainted Our High School is the place. Miss McLain, how we all adored her, Blue-eyed and very tall; She has worked so hard with her pupils, And done so much for us all. [missing pages] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- VALEDICTORY. MAMIE OLIVETTA VOLPE THE FORWARD LOOK. MEMBERS of the Board of Education, Members of the Faculty, Schoolmates, Parents and Friends: We have looked forward to this event with eager expectations even numbering the days when we should gain the mountain top and look out upon the greater life which lies in the future. This is the goal for which we have striven; but now since we have attained it we are not as happy as we thought we would be. There is a tinge of sadness, joy, and pride in our hearts to-night. Sadness because our High school career ends and joy and pride because we have accomplished one great step in education. Farewell! The word strikes to our hearts with a sorrow that cannot be expressed. It takes us back to our happy days—the happiest perhaps that we shall ever know; of course there have been disappoint- ments—but the joys are uppermost in our minds to-night. It means the loosening of those bonds which have kept us few together for the last years; it means the adopting of cares and responsibilities that we have never known; the commencement of the great future. Our course in life heretofore has been mapped out for us by our dear teachers who have given us their most loyal and faithful instruc- tions. We now say farewell to you. We know what a trial we have been to you at times and what a debt of gratitude we owe you. But we hope that only the good points take root in your memory to-night. You have heard the results of the earnest instructions our teachers have given us. There probably have been mistakes but the "large oak from the little acorn grows, the child grows into the man; and the man's mind, spirit and experience widens and deepens." Years hence you will probably hear of us mingling with the great world, helping forward, in some way or other, life's great work. The world is as blank as a curtain to us to-day. The "hand that rocks the cradle" to-day has a strange and different world to rule. The people of to-day are not the people of before the war period. They do not think and act as they did then. It is not that they are keyed to a higher pitch but they possess different hopes, ideals, and ambitions. There have taken place many changes in the world which have ef- fected the most of us. They have brought about the best in some of us and the worst in others. Thus these things have given opportunities for the most vigorous and violent ideas—and we possess the ideas. The aim of each person here to-night is to expand and persevere to attain the highest good possible—to make use of these ideas. Having chosen our course in life we will begin at the bottom, work on step by step, until we have reached our goal. We are not to get thru life—come to an end of it somehow, but to make the best of it within our present possibilities and conditions. So to-day as we leave High school we look out upon the future with courage, with hopefulness, and with a determin- ation to accomodate our attitude to the conditions of the day; to move out into broad fields of usefulness; and to develope those powers which will aid in the progress of humanity. CLASS WILL [missing pages] Sixteenth: To Warren Trimbath we wish Mamie Volpe's knowledge of Latin to be given so that he may be able to locate a verb in Cicero. Seventeenth: Our places in the Auditorium we wish to be given to the Juniors and at their death to be given to the Freshmen. Eighteenth: Our songbooks we do will and bequeath to the "musical cherubs." Nineteenth: The love of our three "dear" instructors we wish to he divided equally among the Juniors and Freshmen. Twentieth: To Miss Milliken we bequeath all our old clothes for her to wear to work on the farm this summer. Twenty-first: To Mrs. Ola Baker and Mr. Frank Nyswaner we do will and bequeath Sylvia Rex's, and Helen Bayard's "wonderful" mus- ical ability. Twenty-second: To the girls of the Junior class we will Ruth Carroll's "proper study of mankind." Twenty-third: To Rena Haney we bequeath Mae Sharp's speed when driving her Henry Ford, and the State highway between Millsboro and Fredericktown to drive over, with the understanding that she will not establish a new precedent to the embarassment of the State High- way Department of our local Board of Road Commissioners and spend one dollar on same, only for gasoline and "new springs" for her Henry Ford. Twenty-fourth: To E. B. H. S. and two of our former teachers, Mr. Keister and Mr. Pauley, we bequeath an everlasting memory which will remain dear to us till death do us part. We do hereby make, constitute and appoint Prof. Olive S. Dowdell to be executrix of this our Last Will and Testament. In witness whereof, we the Senior Class of the East Bethlehem High School, the Testament above named, have hereunto subscribed our name and affixed our seal, this nineteenth day of May, in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and nineteen. THE SENIOR CLASS OF '19. [SEAL] Signed, sealed, published and declared by the above named, The Senior Class of '19, as and for its Last Will and Testament in the pres- ence of us, who have hereunto subscribed our names at its request as witness thereto, in the presence of the said testatrix, and of each other. J. D. GRIFFITH D. W. NYSWANER -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We will prove our ability to succeed when we write our names in the "Book of Life." The journey thru this life will be just what we make it. To-night we are born on the wings of love—all predict a glorius fu- ture for us. But alas! It is the end of our childhood. We Jouniors have a history of which we are very proud. But being will be together. Our position in life will be varied and who will know of each others wrereabouts. Farewell! May the pleasure we enjoy to-night never be crowded by the sorrows of a mis-spent life. JUNIOR CLASS HISTORY We Juniors have a history of which we are very proud. But being busily engaged in preparing for the coming year, we will not spend un- necessary time in relating our past achievements to the readers of this Way back in the year '17 we started on the rugged path leading to our future. At that time we were considered uncapable of taking upon ourselves the responsibility of life and so were despatched by our par- ents, to E. B. H. S. to bring home some knowledge. At this time we have acquired sufficient ability to write our Class History and enter upon the threshold of our Senior year the close of which is just the commence- ment of our life in the world. We spent a happy and industrious year as Freshmen with three thoughtful and learned teachers, but when the opening of our Junior year neared we learned that the future looked gloomy indeed, our beloved teach- er of mathematics had departed for the Western Front, our talented and accomplished music instructress had accepted another position; and last but not least our staunch and competent teacher of Latin had resigned. Thus we faced the future year looking with fear and dread upon the year which would bring us three new teachers. Our fears, however, were quickly lulled to rest, and now our Junior year is drawing to a close and we look with longing upon the year just past. As to the future you will easily be able to guess if you occupy a seat in the School Hall next year at Commencement. —BERNICE ZOLLARS. Motto:—"Out of the Harbor on to the Deep." Colors:— Magenta and Black. Flower: —Sweet Peas. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- HISTORY OF THE KNICKERBOCKER LITERARY SOCIETY THE DATE of the organization of the Knickerbocker Literary Society is not known. Among the footprints that the former classes have left behind is probably scattered this date. Regardless of this we attempt to suppose that it was organized in the hall of the Main Building, whose walls echo every Friday afternoon the orations, read- ings, and essays rendered by the pupils of the society. If by chance you are given an opportunity to explore the Main Building of the East Bethlehem Township schools you will find in its ut- most the most famous Hall whose walls bear the repeated sounds of the orations, readings and essays of the folks "gone by." You will be embraced by an intellectual spirit that will make you feel the days "gone by," those days when you were burdened with the de- livering of orations, readings and essays. You will feel high and unex- pressed ambitions. But it is not for this pride that we boast our society but for the fact that we constantly realize the good that we have accomplished by participating in what we endeavored to teach. The good that in after years, years when we dream of our school days, we can make use of in fighting the battles of life, that good which will make us strong men and women intellectually. Every Friday we witness the resounding of the walls when ora- tions and debates are delivered. Debates that stimulates us in current news and also those that stimulate us in the affairs that pertain to the. good of the High school. With the co-operation of the faculty members the Knickerbocker Literary Society is facing a progressive and intellectual period or its "Golden Age."—M. 0. V. '19. FRESHMAN CLASS HISTORY THE FRESHMAN CLASS entered the East Bethlehem High school in September, 1919. They took up their work with zeal. They made a great many mistakes and blunders but everyone lived through and were not so much the worse for it. Latin proved their most difficult study and Joseph Neil might try to conjugate a noun once in a while but that went in as one of the jokes. Gladys Crucmrine had great trouble in getting as high a per cent as the others in her class. As Gladys only made an average for the monthes of ninety-six or ninety- seven percent, the others were kept busy in assisting her. Francis O'Donnell, Weldon Harshman and Elizabeth Thomas always vied with each other in asking questions of the teacher to keep from reciting part of their lessons. The remainder of the class were thankful that the three had the "nerve" to talk. Fay Nyswaner spoke and then thought about what she had said. But she could say things that were worth while even if she didn't know what she was going to say next. Especially about Latin and History. The Freshmen organized their class and elected the following of- ficers: President, Francis O'Donnell; Vice President, Weldon Harsh- man; Secretary, Mary Buckingham; Assistant Secretary, Rose Barnard. The class colors were pink and white and the flowers were pink and white carnations. In all the Freshmen were classed as a green bunch but if finals are finished victoriously they will not be merely "Freshies" but dignified "Juniors." —MARY BUCKINGHAM. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- WE DEDICATE, and consecrate this Class Annual to Professor George Wilbur Keister (who taught us for two consecutive years) for the good he has rendered each pupil and made East Bethlehem High School that which it is today. He is still dearest to the hearts of each of us and the memories of him are woven in our thoughts. The good that he has done and the lessons that he has taught will live after him. —For the thoughts of days of old; For the good that you have wrought; We dedicate these dreams of gold To our Professor, friend in thought. —M. O. V. '19