West Philadelphia High School - Record Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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28 Ghz RBEUIU uf Elune, 1 927 ington, and ye secret passageways underneath ye Capitol for those who are out of favor with ye public. Then we wandered down endless corridors, viewed gorgeous pictures, and laughed merrily at ye story of ye famous Cuspidor. That poor foot of Columbus, on ye bronze doors, never had as many fair and eager hands touch it to win assurance of happy marriage, as on this day. 'Tis said that Commander Remington, too, performed the rite. Happily impressed, joyous in our late acquired knowledge, ye pilgrims left ye Capitol to stroll gaily through ye Botanical Gardens to ye Old Smithsonian Institute where ye gowned statues of former presidents' wives fascinated us all. Ye time moved on apace, as our internal time- pieces told us, and once more we satisfied our hunger with delicious food. Then, again, we entrained, this time to visit ye Corcoran Art Gallery, where famous statues appalled ye Wanderers, to see ye Pan-American Build- ing and hear those foreign parrots say naughty wordsg and then to gaze with saucer-wide eyes at ye grotesque dinosaurs in ye New Smithsonian Institute. As ye afternoon waned, we returned home to ye Congress Hall. Turkey awaited us. But after we had seen ye festive fowls, they waited no longer-but in a trice they disappeared. Excitement filled ye air, party dresses appeared, flowers graced ye faculty, laughter rang, and joy abounded. 'Tis rumored that our noted editor of ye Gryphon screamed and almost fainted when a portly gentle- man accidentally entered her chamber while she was dressing. When, however, ye gentleman proved to be Lillian Inke dressed for ye stunt, ye young maiden's nerves were eventually quieted. This was but one of many hysterical incidents, but merriment ran high during ye heart-rend- ing dramas that were presented by snappy casts. After speeches, and cheers for all, pajamas were donned once more, while ye sentries fye faculty! laughed merrily because of our fear of them. There was a wedding on ye third floor, but several of ye guests ar- rived too late for ye ceremony, and ye bride and groom got away. Feasts were renewed and continued, sleep deserted us and up till ye wee, and less wee, and growing hours, hilarity prevailed. Finally, in ye early dawning most of us sought rest, but as on ye previous morning we were awakened all too soon by ye ringing of ye telephone bell! After our breakfast we boarded ye coaches to go to ye Bureau of Printing and Engraving. Here ye damsels gazed stupiiied at bills of all denominations, but, for all our gazing, no souvenirs were given out. We then visited ye Washington Monument and many of ye pilgrims, who before had complained of being very tired, walked up and down ye many steps.

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Gibz BBEUIU nf Slune, 1927 27 rooms, but as always, our Leader, Mistress Cullen, took command and soon had restored order and quiet, with colors flying overhead. Then, we devoured our dinner, of ambrosia of the Gods, Southern chicken, creamed peas-nectar for queens. At eventide, we visited ye Congressional Library and stared in gaping amazement and astonishment at ye steps of marble, C'Remembe1'? Al- ways! J ye dazzling lights, ye countless books, and priceless souvenirs of by-gone days. Finally, however, Fatigue conquered our strength, and having filled our larders with goodies and dainties, we strolled leisurely back to our mansion, our gleaming castle. When we had regained our rooms, clothes were doffed, pajamas donned, eats spread and ye spree began, we ate, and drank Cpure Southern milky and ate and drank some more until we felt like stuffed porkers, and drowsily we dropped upon our billowy beds. Logs were sawed, nightmares ran wild, ye music of sleep hummed through the house. Suddenly was heard an avalanche of bells, bells, bells. 7 o'clock! Get up! What an exasperating sound was this! Sleep could have held us for hours. But-ye fates decree! Once more we dressed ourselves in gala attire, and ye pilgrims were fed fruit, buttered toast, eggs, and mellow bacon. Our pilgrimage continued, and joyously we trave1'sed ye sun-lit walks of Washington surrounded by ye dewy grass, wending our way to ye na- . ,ix tion's Capitol. Eagerly curious, ye roamers visited ye Senate, ye House, ye Whispering gallery, Uncle Joe Cannon's room, ye tomb intended for Wash-

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The Baath of Elune, 1927 29 Later, ye pilgrim band journeyed to ye White House where we saw ye gold room, ye blue room, and all ye other famous chambers. We next returned to ye hotel and packed our bags and cases. This done, we enjoyed a very luscious lunch and spent ye remainder of ye time in Washington in resting or making merry. As we were leaving in ye coaches, many songs and cheers were heard. Among ye catches was that very familiar strain, Oh my, we hate to say good-bye, We had a wonderful, jolly, good time, And that's the reason why! Finally, after much excitement we boarded ye train bound for old Philly. Ye somnolent sound of soft snor- ing resounded in some parts of ye train on ye way home, but in other portions singing and cheering and laughter drowned ye songs of sleep. Presently a second love affair was rumored and anon ye blushing bride with flowing veil paraded through ye coaches with ye self-conscious groom mincing meekly beside her. They traversed ye full length of ye train and lo! ye flowing veil became ye bandages for ye groom and ye gentle- man's cane was transformed into ye maiden's weapon. Such are ye travails of life! Ye damsel Rose Sklar portrayed ye beauty Mistress Washington and applause rang out, echoing over ye fleeting landscape. Forsooth, ye Mason-Dixon line was again passed. And now, nearer and nearer, ye Pilgrims of ye Blue and Buff approached ye starting place, ye home of conventional education. Dreamy eyes, weary eyes, happy eyes peered through ye panes of transparency to view again ye Quaker towne. Ye realm of conventional education had been attained and, smiling blissfully we returned to assume once more ye suspended toils. Dazzling beams are glowing before us-but none-nay not one-shall outshine that blazing gleam of ye past-ye light which reflects ye glorious memories of our Dream City-Memories of Washington. MARY KERSHAW, RUTH PRICE.