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Page 50 text:
June, Nineteen Forfy-one
In Study Hall
This is an exception to the rule-
a quiet study hall. As I sit here
quietly racking my brain, draining
it to its last thought, I can see a
woman waiting for the bus. She is
kicking impatiently at the slush at
her feet. The year's first snowfall
lies in ruins-trampled by the re-
lentless tread of tires on a busy
street. Big downy flakes, even now,
Hoat lazily out of a stark, milk-white
sky. As I look at the sky a small,
dull-red airplane crosses the four
panes of glass, from left to right.
It is a brave little monocoup to face
this wild weather, stubbornly point-
ing its stubby nose into the wind.
A flaw in the windowpane makes its
image curiously jump.
Across the street, the great A 86 P
Co. 's windows shout loudly of Super-
Values in huge red price-numbers,
carefully subordinated are the names
of the super-value articles.
Further along the street, crowding
forlornly next to the over-powering
stone Church, is the fire department.
This dismal red-brick structure
houses an army of checker-players,
supervised by a King, who is allowed
to rest his feet upon the desk. Some-
times one or more sentinels will sta-
tion themselves at the huge front
window and watch the traffic flow
by in the street below Now and then
one appears to do some work. Hard
work-this making beds.
Directly outside my self-appointed
prison, standing tip toe on the curb,
is a thin and delicately graceful
tree, its branches stripped of all but
one half-leaf which flutters mourn-
fully in the wind.
The people returning from the li-
brary jolt me back to sensitiveness
of time and a duty at hand.
-Norma Louise King
Cool and refreshing, the slight
summer breeze stirs the dust on the
unpaved road as we trudge along
the steep path. We are nearing the
hilltop which rises several hundred
feet above the valley. As the top
is reached we are suddenly possessed
of a feeling of minutenessg we seem
so tiny against the great panorama,
which unfolds before us.
Below us in the valley with its
lush fields of corn, clover, and al-
falfa, herds of dairy cattle lie in the
shade of willow trees as the sun
beats down steadily, and winding
through the pastures and fields,
rippling over endless sandbars and
ageless pebbles, the creek flows lazi-
ly on. Across the valley, another
hill rises like a great hump. Patches
of forest, plowed fields, green pas-
tures, and acres of yellow grain and
red clover make it a veritable patch-
work quilt of color. In the distance,
the blue ridges of the Alleghenies,
hazy and barely distinguishable in
the distance, seem to reach up and
touch the Heavens.
Yet the marks of our modern civ-
ilization are present even in this
quiet valley. Straight as an arrow,
bleached by the fierceness of the
summer sun, the highway stretches
like a silver cord before us and fades
into the distance. Automobiles and
trucks seemingly no larger than toys,
scuttle up and down the road. On
the farther side of the valley, the
railroad clings to the side of the hill,
while a train, looking as if it had
been removed from a department.
store window and placed before us,
chugs wearily on. Farr to the right,
the town, nestling in the surrounding
hills, may be seen, its white build-
ings shimmering in the rising heat.
Such is the valley, one of the thou-
sands of its kind in nothern Penn-
sylvania. While I lived there, I did
not appreciate its qualities, but now,
life in the city has shown me that
nothing can be more pleasant than
the valley 011 a mid-summer after-
War ancl Why ?
Why is there war? Ever since the
creation of man there have been con-
flicts, some of no consequence, others
of great significance. Some were aim-
less, others, very purposeful. Today
the world is engaged in another con-
flict. We wonder what the reason
Why does Hitler fight? He may be
fulfilling a promise, he may be eager
for power. Hitler shone through the
darkness of the past World War
days as the Christmas star did to
the wise men. He was a faint ray
of hope to the German people and
they followed him. He promised them
unlimited strength for Germany and
the dominance of the whole of Eu-
rope. Ever since, Hitler has been
commanding while his people have
been fighting, fighting, fighting.
Now Hitler is attempting to com-
plete his greatest task and to fulfill
his greatest promise, the conquest of
England. Will his iron hand still
reign in Germany if he fails?
Why is England fighting? She is
struggling to protect her people 's
most cherished privilege-freedom.
The British were a happy, contented
democracy-loving people. Then Hit-
ler began his conquests-Czechoslo-
vakia, Norway, Denmark, the Neth-
erlands, France. The English people
were uprooted from their quiet life
to arm, fight, and defend. They at-
tempted to save other countries from
the greedy grasp of Hitler. Now they
are faced with the gravest problem
of all, that of defending their own
country, their own independence.
Will they succeed?
Thus we have war. Always an of-
fensive, always a defensive. It be-
gan with a mere hand-to-hand strug-
gle and has progressed to the serious
situation of modern arms and air-
craft. The grass always looks green-
er on the other side of the fence,
so it is said. This is undoubtedly the
cause of every struggle. People al-
ways want something that is not
their own, but, after all, are human
lives the proper barter for gaining
Large hands, small hands, hands
of wealth, hands of poverty, hands
of French women, English women,
Belgian women, Dutch women, Po-
lish women, American women, -
once again they take up their im-
portant role, knitting for defense.
Again the history of twenty-five
years ago is enacted in Europe. Amid
the tramping of feet can be heard
the click of many needles, making
sweaters, socks and gloves for the
soldiers righting for democracy. As
their needles pick up each stich,
women sit with thoughtful faces and
busy minds, thinking that their
sweater or their socks may keep
their own son warm. Who knows?
When the tired fingers lay down
their work at the close of day, they
wonder if it is all in vain or will
there be peace again.
Hitler may check education, mode
of living, and freedom, but he will
never check the knitting needles.
It is estimated that the consump-
tion of salt in the United States,
for all purposes, is about six mil-
lion tons a year - equivalent to
one hundred pounds per capita.
No historian has yet been able to
discover who wove the first rugs.
The belief is that early Spanish
invaders brought over the ancestors
of the beef steer to North and South
Page 49 text:
June, Nineteen Forty-one E D S O N I A N Page Forty-seven'
Class of 1942
In its Freshman year, the present
Junior class, and new Senior class,
could not have been considered ac-
tive. Its only function was the
Freshman Frolic. The Sophomore
year found the class still inactive
due to being awed by the upperclass-
men, the Sophomore Fiesta was the
only social item.
In the Junior year things changedg
leadership and class spirit began
cropping out-two Square Dances, a
Liquid Air Demonstration, a Jam-
Jaxn-Jamboree, and the Junior Prom.
The Square Dances were run off en-
tirely without a hitch and were big
successes. The Liquid Air Demon-
stration, here for the fourth time,
was well attended and added even
more to the steadily-growing Junior
Class treasury. The Jamboree, in
March, was a stage show hard to
equal-anything would be a success
with Dinger and Titus as comedians.
The Junior Prom, modeled on a mili-
tary ball, had none of the frivolity
of the Jamboree. The king and queen
were crowned amid military splen-
dor, the gym beingfibeautifully de-
corated in red, white, and blue.
All in all, the Junior class has done
much in furthering class spirit,
which for a time was thought to be
passing away. The class hopes that
in its Senior year, under the guid-
ance of Mrs. Bogart and Mr. Krause,
it will be able to set a good example
for the lower classmen.
Boyd Allen, Pauline Altilio, Inga
Anderson, Margaret Anderson, Leon
Andrews, Phyllis Andrus, Thelma
Arm, Donald Aumick.
Ethel Bailey, Richard Baker, Jud-
ith Barber, Barbara Batterson, Nor-
man Beardslee, William Bedenk,
John Belin, Lois Benn, Ruth Ben-
nett, Valera Bennett, Bernice Ben-
son, Donald Berger, Audrey Berwick,
Betty Besanceney, Carrol Bierwiler,
Betty Bishop, Shirley Blades, Lor-
enzo Bloom, Lorraine Bodine, Vir-
ginia Boyd, Gloria Brennan, Lewis
Bright, Mary Bright, Mary Brill,
Betty Brink, Thomas Brooks, Wayne
Brougham, Fred Bryant, Irene Bu-
chanan, Fred Buck.
Nicholas Capozza, Bernadene Car-
ter, Shirley Catlin, Anna Cecchini,
Jeanette Cecchini, Gene Chase, Mar-
ion Cheeseman, Betty Chilson, Mar-
ian Christman, Ruth Clark, John
Clemons, Marian Coggshall, Robert
Collson, Tracey Collum, Betty Cone,
John Considine, Midred Courtright,
Virginia Costello, Robert Cramer,
Thomas Crusade, Donald Curbeau,
President ...... ............ . .. Robert Wrigley
Vice President ....... Jean King
Secretary .... ................. J ane Reeder
Treasurer . . . ................. Bernard Walsh
Advisers ......................... .... L uella Bogart, Stanley Krouse
Thomas Curren, Lois Currier, Robert
Dalrymple, James Danna, Wallace
Davies, Freda Davis, Madlyn Dean,
Carline Decker, Clifford De Gaw,
Royal Denson, Wilma Devine, Char-
les Dickens, Louis Dickinson, Gordon
Dinger, Edward Donahue, Frances
Betty Edwards, Duane Elliott, Les-
ter Elliott, Mortimer Elliott, Wil-
liam Ewald, Merlin Evans.
Mary Ferguson, John Fitzpatrick,
David Flasphaler, Eugene Foote,
Gretchen Frampton, Gerald Frawley,
John Gallager, John Gallavan,
Beatrice Gardner, Edith Gettsy,
Charles Gerrard, Durward Gibson,
Daniel Ginardi, Jay Goldsmith, Doris
Goodwin, Emma Gosline, Elaine
Graves, Franklyn Green, Clinton
Griifith, Mary Jean Grimm, Mar-
garet Griswold, Jean Gnile.
George Hale, John Hollinan, Lois
Hartman, Ul'SCl Hartman, Grcydon
Hatfield, Jack Havens, Harry Hazen,
Geraldine Helsing, Naomi Hendrix,
Jo Anna Hennigan, Bruce Hildrith,
Preston Hill, Mary Hollister, Vir-
ginia Holt, Beverly Horton, Mary
Ellen Hourihan, Carlene Houser,
David Huffner, Harriette Hunt.
Harold Jessup, Fred Johnson, Ro-
Deloris Kane, Donald Kasper,
Charles Kelly, Eugene Keener, Fran-
cis Kennedy, Barbara Kerr, Jean
King, Norma King, Thomas Kirk-
patrick, La Verne Knowlden, Donald
Virginia Ladd, Helen Lambert,
Harold Lampman, Lucelia Lathrop,
Donald Lawson, Gladys Layton,
Beatrice Letson, Charles Lewis,
James Lewis, William Lewis, Thomas
Logue, Evelyn Lovejoy, George Lu-
cas, Carl Lundgren, Gerald Lynch,
Loretta Madell, Doris Mattoon,
Anna McCarrick, Robert McCarthy,
Robert McDonald, John McFarland,
Robert McInroy, Lauren McNaught,
Abram Mills, Richard Minch, An-
thony Minotti, Rose Mary Moly-
neaux, Betty Montgomery, Harry
Mosher, Samuel Moskovitz, Clarence
Morse, Richard Morse, Joseph Mucci-
grosso, Jean Munsey, Mary Ellen
Vivian Narosky, Charles Ness,
George Newton, Roger Nicol, Billy
Jcan Oberist, Janet O,Brien, Bur-
ton O'Hara, George Oliver, Harry
O'Neil, Imogene Osgood.
Elwood Passmore, Robert Parsons,
Bertha Pearson, Mary Peterson,
Joseph Pint, Theodore Plaisted,
Joseph Poser, Kathleen Poser, Ar-
Norma Rafferty, William Ray-
mond, James Read, Beatrice Redder,
Russell Reed, Betty Reeder, Jane
Reeder, Shirley Rinehart, Gladys
Rhoades, Robert Rice, Walter Rice,
Betty Rinwaldon, Ronald Ripley,
Rosemary Ripley, Richard Robinson,
Ernestine Roe, Alice Rohan, Joseph
Ross, William Ross, Bessie Rouse,
Georgia Rowan, Haskell Rubin,
Kathryn Sadler, Elmer Sage, John
Sage, Thomas Salina, Jane Sampsell,
Josephine Samuels, Richard Sandore,
Phillip Santone, Thomas Sarcene,
Shirley Schmick, Donald Scott, Iso-
bel Scrimshaw, Ronald Sevenson,
Paul Sheldon, Sidney Shepherd, Ar-
lene Shroyer, Geraldine Shukwil,
Charles Seglin, Leon Siskin, Natalie
Siskin, Shirley Slaight, Henry Smith,
Jane Smith, Joyce Smith, Leland
Smith, Robert Smith, William Smith,
Jane Snyder, Kent Soper, Howard
Steinhauser, Robert Storch, Marjorie
Stowe, Ella Strange, Onalee Stull,
John Sullivan, Robert Sweet.
Evelyn Taylor, William Terwilli-
ger, Marjorie Thomas, Phyllis
Thorne, Genevieve Tice, James Titus,
David Tobias, Herbert Tolbert, Beat:
rice Tong, Mary Lou Trader, Gert-
rude Trainor, Mary Jane Turner.
Norma Waddell, Kenneth Walker,
Bernard Walsh, Betty Ward, Betty
Watson, Margaret Weaver, Richard
Weaver, James Welkins, Clarence
Wellman, Dean Westervelt, Mary
Ellen Wetmore, Dorothy Wich, Ro-
bert Wich, Mary Wigsten, Paul Wig-
Sten, Lewis Williams, Margaret
Williams, Norma Williams, Doris
Wison, Aubrey Winner, Jack Wis-
neske, Merrill Witkey, Phyllis
Wladis, Louise Wolcott, Albert
Wood, Robert Wrigley.
Anthony Zahorian, Martha Zahor-
ian, William Zufall.
Page 51 text:
June, Nineteen Forty-one
Call To U. S.
We, the People of thc
States, de we appreciate our country
as we should? This, the only great
nation, now not in war! Every-
thing here is peaceful and quiet.
When darkness blankets the many
cities of this country, we can turn
011 our lights. This is not so with
the people of other countries, for
when night falls, and darkness
comes, every light must be extin-
guished. A strict Hblackoutw must
be observed by everyone. Even the
radio stations have to stop opera-
tions during an air raid.
Shortly after dark a shrill whistle
shrieks through the city. Everyone
runs from his house to the nearest
air raid shelter, to spend a night of
waiting and listening-listening to
the bursting of bombs, and the bark
of anti-aircraft guns. When dawn
finally peeps through, the bombers
leave. People step down from their
shelters as the all-clear signal is
sounded. Thev gaze around them at
U ts a ,
a city - a city of one-time majestic
and serene beauty - now, a city
lying in devastation. Their homes,
their land, in fact everything they
had loved and worked for, is gone.
This is one of the many scenes of
war-torn Europe today.
In the United States, we share
none of these fears. The only whis-
tles are those of nearby factories,
not air raid alarms. At night our
cities are illuminated from one end
to the other. Food is not rationed,
and "blackouts" are unnecessary.
"Do we appreciate these facts?'7
We should. Think it over and al-
ways remember and cherish this
thought, 'tThere's no country so
great, so fine, or so democratic as
these United States of America."
Each and everyone of us is a part
of this nation. Each must love,
honor, respect., and fight for this,
our country of equality and freedom.
Hounded until his death, the vic-
tim, who had been sought unceas-
ingly, was drowned in a mass attack
on Charcoal, yesterday.
Many times before, people had
tried to do away with him. He led
a dangerous life, constantly fleeing
from one place to another. He was
always on the alert for people who
looked suspiciously at him. He chose
very carefully those with whom he
associated. But while living in
Charcoal, he met his Waterloo.
Charcoal was flooded. Many vic-
tims could not swim. Those who
could swim, either tried and went
down, or were killed ruthlessly by
a "powder" attack from the air.
There remained little hope of re-
sisting this terrible force. The sur-
vivors became fewer and fewer in
number. After a fierce battle, calm
and peace reigned. Many attempts
were made to collect the victims.
Relatives, hoping to save their cou-
sins, met death in the attempt.
Many of these inhabitants of
Charcoal would be here today, if it
had not been for a blood-thirsty class
of human beings ruled by a self-
imposed, overpowering dictator.
Charcoal is now deserted e its
former inhabitants are gone. Will
there be any more? Well, I'll leave
that up to you. Charcoal is just like
any other member of the canine
family, and how can the fleas re-
sist him. -Margaret Rice
On education 's rocky road
O'er which we all must travel,
Our ignorant car-loads to unload
Our mysteries to unravel.
Up and up the hill we mount
With slowness, yet with haste,
Alert to make each moment count
For there's no time to waste.
There is no room for shirkers,
The group should be compactg
There 's little praise for workers,
And censure for the slack.
When commencement day at last ap-
And departure hovers night
We pause and look back down the
We 've spent in Southside High.
The knowledge we have stored away
From beginning to the end,
Will walk beside us every day,
And be our dearest friend.
If Wishes Were Horses
Oh! I wish I were a Senior
And could push the kids around,
To smack the Ereshies 'gainst the
And knock the Soph'mores down.
It's great to be a Senior
Although I do not know,
I'm just a dumb green Sophie,
That 's all I've got to show.
Oh! those brassy, bold, young
Gosh! They surely make me mad,
They take us as examples
So it's "Johnnie don't be bad."
I guess they do have lots of fun
At Senior Plays and Dances,
Ohi for the thrill, the big, big thrill
Of those good old school romances.
"But don't you fret, don't get too
Says I to me each day I go,
Just one more year and then the
Then I'll be boss of this great show.
Horror ot the
First of all, I shall tell you that
I am a yellow pencil lying on a
counter waiting for someone to take
Suddenly, I am being lifted up in-
to the hands of someone who doesn't
know whether or not to take me. I
think he has made up his mind to
take me because he is putting me
into his pocket.
I see light again, I notice that I
am in a schoolhouse. My owner is
a sloppy lad because he carries me
around in his pocket full of other
things. In class, I am first placed
in something that is cutting me, you
know, a pencil sharpener! My point
breaks, and my master pushes me
in so hard that I can hardly bear
it. At last I am sharpened, and he
is using me to write down an assign-
After many days of hard work, I
feel very old. I am about two inches
long. Another two inches, and it will
be my end.
Before I go, I want to tell you
some of my troubles that I have had
to go through. You wouldn't think
that I was a pencil if you saw me
now. I am all chewed up, this hap-
pened the other day when my master
had a test and just couldn't think
what the answers were. I have an
awful headache, caused by heavy
erasures. I could tell you many more
difficulties I have gone through, but
now my duties are done, and my
strength is nearly at an end.
The Federated Malay States, Bo-
liva, and the Dutch East Indies pro-
duce about 75fZ1 of the tin used in
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