Claymont High School - Clay Tablet Yearbook (Claymont, DE)

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Marine Light Infantry, was killed in action in the Dardanelles on ltme 17. This clipping proved interesting so I decided to investigate. Mother told me that her brother, john William Dalton, joined the English Navy in September, IQI4 at the age of seventeen. He was attached to the Royal Marines, and after a strenuous training with older men was sent over seas on that fateful expedition to the Dardanelles. This engagement proved to be a great blunder on the part of the British Government, but the slogan of the British soldier and sailor is, Not to reason whyg theirs to do and die. For this reason he fought against terrible odds. Shells from Turkish guns were bursting all around, killing and mairning the brave troops as they attempted to force a landing on the peninsula of Gallipoli. We find Dalton among the landing party. During the thick of the fight the young marine was wounded, but despite his own suffering, he insisted on helping to carry his more unfortunate comrades to safety. Wliile performing this heroic task my uncle was struck by a shell and killed instantly. The comrades of john W'illiam Dalton laid him to rest by his buddies and marked his last resting place with a wooden cross. The fearlessness with which the European youth went to war was in one way a wonderful thing. VC'ith heart and soul they fought for the honor of their beloved country. The great loss of lives and the horrors connected with war have taught the American youth to glorify peace rather than war. AROUND THE WORLD WITH GRANDFATHER Robert Roberts, 1937 NE of the most interesting people I know is my grandfather. He was born in Silesia in 1357. His father made organs and pianos for the nobility. Their home in a border town was the scene of frequent scrimmage during the Austro-German War. Once, when he was ten years old an officer ordered the family to vacate before the advancing enemy. Xlllhen they had gone about a quarter of a mile, their house was destroyed by dynamite. The ravages of warfare are still imprinted on the mind of my grandfather. Although his father wanted him to be an organ maker, he was determined to study art. He traveled on foot to Vienna, at the time of the Wtmrld's Fair of 1973, and studied in one of the large ateliers for live years as apprentice under several famous artists of the time. For a number of years he traveled through Switzerland and France and lived in Paris. Later he continued his studies at Rome. Because he was anxious to see the inside of the Sistine Chapel, he made friends with one of the Vatican guards. One day he learned of the Spanish Pilgrimage to the Ghapelg so he grew a beard and purchased clothing like that of pilgrims. VVhen they arrived for the audience with the Pope, he mixed with them and was allowed to enter. This gave him the opportunity to view the paintings and sculptures he desired to see. During his stay in Italy the restoration of Pompeii and Herculaneuni was undertaken. The most intricate work of the restoration was intrusted to him. Before his eyes the old city came to life. He looks back on this as one of the most interesting experiences of his life. Another thrilling memory is that of the time he climbed Mount Vesuvius. Vi'hile investigating some formation inside the crater there was an erruption which nearly cost his life. In Spain he viewed and studied the Alhambra, in Egypt, the pyramids, and in Greece, the Parthenon. For a while he made his home in Palestine. In each case he lived with the people of the country and usually traveled on foot. He went to Germany surreptitiously in order to escape military training and lived there for a while. Dr. Abert Dulk, the philosopher, was his close friend. He returned to Paris for a short time and then went back to Germany where he married. Vfhen he was thirty-five years old, he came to America. He knew no English, though he could speak German and French and some Italian. For several dreary years he attempted to accustom himself to his new surroundings. Life here was different from the free and easy artist's life in the countries he had left where his art was an open sesame to homes of culture. St. Gaudin was among his intimates, and they had often worked together.

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Ukrainian soup of beets, sour cabbage pea soup, and fish soup. There were dough wrapped potatoes and also sour cabbage and plum jam courses prepared in a similar manner to that of dough wrapped potatoes. There were cabbage leaves stuffed with buckwheat and leaves stuffed with rice. The supper would not have been complete without mushroom dishes and cooked dried fruits with griddle cakes fried in hemp oil. When the supper was at an end, sisters, brothers, and cousins received nuts and apples. Mother, Father, aunts, and uncles sang carols and told stories. The carolers from the village arrived, singing carols from door to door. The elders made contributions of money which were turned over to the support of the church, Thus the great Christian holiday brought to realization the dearest dream and left the most cherished memory of every Ukrainian-the period of temporary freedom of the hard- working Ukrainian farmer on the fertile Ukrainian soil. MEMORIES Dorothy May, 1 9 3 8 e all woke up early May izth. The Coronation was to be broadcast, and none of us wanted to miss it. My father lived in London during the Coronation of Edward VII. To the rest of us, it was all new. None of us had ever seen or heard a Coronation. During the whole procedure father did not say a word. It was evident that he was reminiscing. He did not see the radio. Instead he saw the Hussars with their brilliant uniforms, the Royal Lancers, the King and Queen in their gilt carriage drawn by eight prancing horses. He could see the procession marching down the Pall Mall past the Admirality Buildings to the House of Parliament and Westminster Abbey. When the ceremony was over, and the King and Queen came out of the Abbey, he was there, in the crowd, just as he had been at another time. Big Ben was booming. The procession began again. It wended its way to Trafalgar Square where the Four Lions guarded Nelson, the hero of Trafalgar, thence to Oxford Circus and Marble Arch. Finally after many weary miles, the parade entered Hyde Park and went up to Buckingham Palace. After it was over he spokea It was just the same. The ceremony, the music, the joy, the shouting, pushing crowds! Everything. Were you ever in the Abbey? I asked. Yes, he said. I've been there several times. It's a wonderful place. There is in it a musty odor, peculiar to that place. Everywhere are ancient relics-tattered flags, swords, rapiers, Bibles, and statues. The tombs of many famous Englishmen are in the Abbey. Everything you see reminds you of other centuriesf, When he Hnished talking, I sat there thinking. Years from now I might be reminiscing. A GALLANT SOLDIER Alice Massey, 1937 Greater love hath no man than this, That he lay down his iife for his friend. utside a blinding snow storm raged. Snow flakes chased each other merrily, leaving the surrounding trees and bushes looking like a winter fairyland. Inside a blazing hre roared. making the house warm and cheery. I paced the floor restlessly wondering just what to do next. Seized with the desire to rummage, I made my way to the attic, and there, in a secluded corner, I came upon a small box. In it were some old diaries and papers which I found were quite amusing. I also found an old Bible, and when I opened its pages l discovered some newspaper clippings, yellow with age. One of them read as follows: KILLED IN CT.-XLLIPULI IQI4-fivirs. Dalton of io Flower St., Higginshaw, Lancashire, England has received official notification that her son, Private john Nliiilliam Dalton, ofthe Royal

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In America he became identified with church sculpture and carved statutes for several large churches, among them St. Agatha's in Philadelphia. A statute of Witherspoon on the Witherspoon Building and one of William Penn on the Penn Mutual Insurance Building are among his works in Philadelphia. He did the carvings on the bannister in the Congres- sional Library in Washington. At eighty he can look back on a life filled with interesting experiences. 1 ESCAPE FROM EUCLID Marcia Sanders, 1938 LITTLE HENRY did not really have more trouble than any other person aboard the three masted schooner, Lord Warren, on the voyage from Ceylon. But at that time he was sure that he did. His mother's life must have been complicated enough, for she was in charge of her own five sons and six other children. Eleven children-on a voyage of three months and much of the time becalmed on the hot Indian Ocean! They were all missionaries' children, going to the States to aunts and uncles who could see to their educationsf' Charles, the eldest Alexander boy, wrote in his diary every day- Said our scripture verses and had tea. This creates a misleading impression. They were not such good, pious children as his diary indicated. They were real. Most of the passengers were either missionaries, or British Army officers and their families. When His Lordship missed the Trade Winds and it became evident that the ship might be becalmed indefinitely, the parents of the numerous children aboard the ship decided that the children should be engaged in an educational and profitable enterprise. This meant school! Henry's father was to teach the girls, an army officer, the boys. Mr. Alexander was a gentle man and a kindly teacher. Often good recitations were rewarded with stories. The Army officer, on the other hand, was a severe disciplinarian. He was a middle-aged, dyspeptic, egocentric person, sure that boys were offshoots of the devil and only to be held in check by the rigors of classical learning. Moreover, he was a bully, enjoying the petty dictatorship of his young charges. Now, Boggs, you will conjugate 'nolo,' present subjunctivef' Yes, sir. Nolim, nolis, nolit, nolimus, nolitis, nolint, Boggs responded brightly. Sit down, Alexander.-You, Charles! Translate Cicero for Archais. Section I, I. If. . . I have the ability . . . 0 jurors . . . I . . ., Charles started meekly. Sit down! Too slow! The glance of the man went to Henry, who sat quaking in his seat. Next we shall take geometry. Sanders ,... you, Henry! Have you succeeded in getting proposition one through your thick skull yet? No . . . N . . . No, sir!,' The seven-year-old grew paler as the steely eyes pierced through him. You dunce! What is the matter? I . . . I just can't see it, sir. It is illustrated in the book. Henry made no response. Is it not? Answer me! Have you no tongue? Must I use my strap? The low chuckle of the other boys grew into a loud laugh. And must I tell the rest of you again? Silence! Keep quiet! the red faced man shrieked at the class. Henry and the other little boys peered nervously over the tables in the improvised schoolroom. SandersMtake the same proposition for tomorrow . . . if you can see it, he added sarcastically. Henry did not say a word. The class continued. The boys were drilled in geometry,