Mount Penn Lower Alsace Joint High School - Penn Alma Yearbook (Reading, PA)

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fiiiiniiiniwiiiiiiiiiiiiiiM Class History—Continued spending a night of fun, all went home feeling that all the others, no matter in which class, were very good companions, and could look forward to many years of close fellowship with one another. Athletics for boys and girls at this time were ripe for development. The basketball season was one never to be forgotten by anyone in the class or by the school. All the boys in the class, with the exception of one, were members of the basketball teams, either varsity or reserve. Three of the girls of the class were on the varsity girls’ team. The boys’ basketball team, under the able captaincy of Elmer Huyett, and with the aid of Paul Eshelman, the husky guard, and Russel Newkirk, the lanky center, defeated almost every team which they met. As a result of their clean playing and aggressiveness, they were able to enter a championship tournament with other high grade teams. After playing three games, they emerged victorious, and received a large silver loving cup, the first of its kind ever to be received by the school. Newkirk, who was high scorer for the season, was also for the tournament. In the last game he secured six field goals against one of the best centers of the county, and held his opponent scoreless. Huyett, by his all around playing and consistent scoring, was a big factor in the winning of the many games. Eshelman. the husky guard, by not allowing his opponent to score many times and occasionally slipping one in himself, was largely responsible for the team’s splendid showing. The girls’ basketball team, under the captaincy of Esther Adams, a very well trained player, and with the willing help of Vida Kutz and Alice lbach, were champions of the county for the first time in the history of the school. Thus, you can see that wherever the standard of the “Brown and Gold” was planted, success was sure to follow. Our history as a class is about to end ; but our history as individuals is just beginning. The class of ’22 does not expect to attain sudden greatness, but by slowly and steadily “keeping at it” we hope to solve the different problems of the day and finally receive the richly deserved reward. Mr. Morrow—“What applications are made of the heating currents of electricity?” Dick Thiry—“Gas stoves.” Ethan Doty—“What is good for a fellow about to flunk in physics.” Paul Eshelman—“Ketchup.” Mr. Morrow—“Now I will repeat what I was going to say.” Mr. Morrow—“Define vacuum.” Ethan Doty—“I don’t know what it is but I have it in my head.” Mr. Yeich—“Now class, I want to hear quietness.” Mr. Yeich—“Smoky, empty your mouth and put your feet in.” Miss Happel—“Miss Noll I told you that twice once before.” Anna Levan-—“Don’t you hate to hear some one say ‘which.’ ” Henry Bro vn—(Absenlty) “Which.” ■illllllilllllllllll Fourteen

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iiniihiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiN Class History—Continued The third year only fourteen of the nineteen returned to continue their studies. All the members of the class now realized that their school days were nearly ended, and that their chances to learn were slowly passing by. With this serious thought in mind and the future staring at them in the foreground enshrouded in darkness, they put forth a great amount of effort to gain all the knowledge possible. Although the class had their minds mostly on their studies, they still had a small amount of time for social activities. A reception was given to the “freshies.” All the interior of the spacious auditorium was decorated with the class colors, “Brown and Gold.” The shadings over the lights were trimmed very tastefully with brown-eyed susies. Nearly all the pupils attended this reception, and because of the splendid entertaining power of the committee, everyone enjoyed himself. Basketball was also to a small degree in the minds of both boys and girls, though not enough to sidetrack them from the road to success. It was decided to form a girls’ basketball team, and because most of our girls were athletically inclined, they responded most valiantly to the call. They went into each game with the same amount of spirit and pep as they went to many a hard problem in one of their studies. If they did not come out every time, they had the satisfaction of knowing that they gave their best. While the first attempt was enough of a success in itself it led up to greater successes in the years to follow. All the games up to. this time had to be played on the outdoor court, but the school directors now saw that athletics combined with school studies developed better thinking power on the part of the pupils, and decided to have a basketball cage built in our school auditorium. This was a big boost for athletics, especially basketball. The time for the election of class officers was drawing nigh, and the interest in the outcome very keen. The result of the election was as follows: President, Franklin Kbright; Secretary, Margaret Ellis; Treasurer. Ethel Noll. The fourth year one more pupil was missing from our ranks, leaving thirteen, who ever afterwards will be known as the “Lucky Thirteen.” Thirteen is many people’s unlucky number, but throughout our entire year it was the opposite for us. As all the pupils of the school had a sweet tooth, it was decided to purchase from the last year’s graduating class a glass case for the purpose of selling candy to all the pupils of the school, only out of school hours. A plan for a trip to Washington by the senior class was abandoned, and it was decided to publish a year book entitled, “The Brown and Gold,” the first of its kind to be published in the history of the school or county. The staff elected were: Editor-in-chief, Elmer Huyett; Associate Editors, Alice Ibach and Franklin Ebright; Business Manager, Paul Eshelman; Assistant Business Manager, Esther Adams. It was decided by the class to dedicate the book to our principal, Mr. Yeich. The commencement program was prepared, having J. Elmer Huyett as the valedictorian and Margaret Ellis as salutatorian. The class chose as its flower the “Yellow Daisy,” and for its motto “Sunrise, Not Sunset.” As all plans for class day and commencement have been reviewed, our minds may turn to the social activities and athletics in our last year. As was customary, we gave a party to the Freshmen class. The decorations and games were all very odd. After Thirl cen

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WIWIIilitilli'B BJI1111111 llllilJI H 1 . Prophecy PAUL ESHELMAN Here we see Lizzie working in the electrical laboratory of the Bliss F.lectrical School in Washington. You are working very hard, not even taking an interest in athletics or any kind of sports, but you are well paid in the end. Now 1 see you put ting up large batteries in a power house along a railroad. You are very careful as you have more than yourself to care for. Now you are coining tip the street and turn into the yard of a small cottage along the hillside. Large lawns surround it with much shrubbery. There are many flowers around the large porch. There is one very pretty flower close by the steps. Its petals are of a ven- beautiful color. They are of a yellow. yet not a yellow; they are of a red, yet not a red; they are of a brown, yet not a brown. The wind is blowing and all the flowers are moving, but this one in particular keeps jumping up and down. Ah. this flower is leaving its place. She sits on a kiddie-kar and starts down over the lawn. She stops, jumps from her kar and leaps into the arms of a rather robust young man. It is Lizzie. Just then the mother appears in the doorway, greeting her husband, happily, and all enter the cottage. ETHEL NOLL Oh. why does the crystal show the ocean? Now I see a vessel—the rail is already lowered and you are ready to board. You are bidding your friends goodby. But what is your destination? You are just loaded with packages and boxes. Now I see you seated on the deck busily reading. Ah, you seem glad to be ending your long journey, as you see land in the distance. It must have been a long journey, as everything has changed. There are no large cities and the people are almost black. The air seems very warm, for you are removing your cape. Now there are large crowds of hungry natives gathered around you, and with curious expressions overlooking their new teacher. Now the crystal is blank. Why what is this? We are back to America. Oh yes, this is the Rajah Theatre. The people are entering in crowds. There are large posters everywhere. To be sure, the crystal gives us a close view. Ah, this is Miss Ethel Noll, Reading’s greatest missionary to Armenia —will speak at the Rajah Theatre at 8 o’clock. March 3, I!t2f , for the benefit of the Near-East Society. RUSSEL NEWKIRK Wait, what is this strange, black shadow in the crystal. Never have I seen a thing so awful and ominous. But now it is clearing—gradually it takes on shape—two shapes, in fact—the shape which A. Conan Doyle would call a perfect soul—and heel. Slowly it lowers and behind it appears a face—wonderful sight—it reminds us of those old days of Charlie Chaplin, but no, it is a new star in the bright galaxy of the screen. The audience screams as you take the Irish kitchen girl into your arms. The sight is wonderful, as the two have a strong foundation. The Irish girl’s feet are only about two sizes smaller than those of the “handsome Russ” in his 12s. This life is monotonous, for you, by the movements of your lips, show that you want to tell the audience something funny. You now leave the screen and take part in vaudeville. I now see a large room with shelves upon shelves of large books, a library table covered with small pamphlets. “Handsome Russ” appears, takes a large book from the shelf, places a monocle to his eyes and prepares his acts from Hot Stuff, Hot Dog, Whiz Bang, Snappy Stories, Judge, Life. Police Uncontrol, Weary Killer. Parisian, Jimmie Jim, James, etc. imiiiiiiii MlllHililllllllllllllllllllillllillllM fifteen