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.
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 disappointments—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 instructions. 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 effected 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 determination 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
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
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"
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 Highway Department of our local Board of Road Commissioners and spend
one dollar on same, only for gasoline and "new springs" for her
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 presence 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 parents, 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 commencement 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 teacher 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.
Motto:—"Out of the Harbor on to the Deep."
Colors:— Magenta and Black.
Flower: —Sweet Peas.
HISTORY OF THE KNICKERBOCKER
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 utmost 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
delivering of orations, readings and essays. You will feel high and unexpressed 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 orations 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
In all the Freshmen were classed as a green bunch but if finals
are finished victoriously they will not be merely "Freshies" but dignified
WE DEDICATE, and consecrate this Class Annual to
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