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

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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.

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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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The Seniors Massa Where old Broad Street Station rears its smoke-grimed walls. Winds a band of Seniors from West Philly's halls. While our anxious teachers count us oier again Little heed the Seniors, climbing on the train. lfnz SKA ff ' - g ffl.-f'.:!1 Journeyis end is nearing, don your coat and hat, Catch up Pals and cameras, dolls and things like that. Washington-weive reached it! Dreaming was not vain! See the merry Seniors scrambling off the train. -E1ZE.'.5E- 'F 2. 4' 7- F 'V' It iN H l x Now the landscape flashes past on either side, ' Viewed by lucky Seniors on their wonder- rideg While we eat our lunches, songs ring out amain- Hear the happy Seniors sm ing on the tram. Z 1