Allegheny High School - Wah Hoo Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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8 THE WAH HOO were building. How remorselessly the Pharaohs drove us! Only the fit- test of us survived and--but the picture again changes. And then came the Renaissance- that period when Cto quote Pancoastj men were full of energy and en- thusiasm, and when they claimed free- dom of thought and action, that period which introduced new sub- jects of study and produced scholars of a new type. We asserted ourselzfesf We were a class--an organized body. Our lead- ers and ' officers were Kier Boyd, Childs ulamieson, Charlotte Mears and Robert Dixon. Our weapons were our Egyptian reputations. VVe had Ieau'a1'.s'--riot masters--we were willing followers, not cowering slaves. We also were introduced to new subject of study: Burke, Chemistry, Trigonometry. We, too, produced scholars QFD of a new type, an en- tirely new type from what A. H. S. had ever seen. To celebrate our awakening we held a picnic at Riverview Park. VVe still had the most profound respect for our leaders, but that respect was based upon love rather than upon fear. We knew that they knew that we knew not and we gladly followed them. About two hundred and fifty of the fittest of the fit survived this rebirth and-- Now we come to the last picture in this series-the Modern Era. Life is a very complex atfair. Every moment is filled with sixty seconds' worth of achievement. We are nearing our goal-but there is yet much to accomplish. In the dawn of this era, we reorganized, electing Kier Boyd president, Louis. Lustenberger vice president, Charlotte Mears keeper of records, and Robert Dixon, the modern Diogenes in search of an honest dues-payer. VVe cele- brated by dressing up in our prehis- toric costumes fdidn't we, Lobie?j. We looked on with envy as 'ZIM strutted through the halls. But Our- Day has come! To again quote Pan- coast, Old ideas, old ways of living, have been greatly altered or altogether given up. Our power is felt far be- yond the limits of the class of 1922-- we have a following of 1,300 under- classmen. Our ideas spread through- out the whole school. XVe are The- Class. Our high school pyramid of knowl- edge is almost complete. Of course, the rough stones need much polishing, the niches need to be filled out more completely, but we now know how to do this task in a less arduous manner --we go on to--whatever it may be- with confidence that these four years have been worth while. VVe have evoluted intellectually from grovel- ing cave men to embryonic geniuses. But the fourthppicture fades away --the history of the class of 1922 is closed. Utinam ea in rfliqu-um tem- pus egregia sit. VVALLACE E. limi-:co MR, '22. DAWN The Wind and the VVaves a-one, Together-together they run Over the sea, fast and free, To greet their Brother, the Sun: The Sun, their giant Brother, Child of the Moon, their Mother. Together-together they run, Ferly and fast and free, To greet their Brother, the Sun, lfVho was sleeping under the sea.

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'l' ll E W A H ll O U 7 After hearing the whole story, Dick threw his Flower in the street, turned on his heel and walked away. The next day he enlisted and in three weeks was on the other side of the ocean, fighting for his country. Bob returned home and told Red what Dick had done. The next day Red received a let- ter from Dick, telling him that he had heard of his misfortune and would not take advantage of it, that he was enlisting and would probably' be sent overseas. I have a feeling, Red. that I will not live to return. I am leaving the field clear for the rightful winner. May God bless you, and may you always be happy. Half an hour after Red received the letter, he was on his way to see Nancy. He shpwed her the letter and told her all he knew. Nancy and Red were married the next spring and they spent their honeymoon in, the hills of Virginia hunting for Columbine. About five months after Dick had gone overseas, tthey heard that he had been killed in action. Bob's resignation was not accepted and he was sent for to return to Har- risburg to recelive his orders. SARAH lIOPEWl'Il.!., '22. l THE HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '22 Let me take you back to the time when the earth was covered with dense foliage. when man groveled in the dust of humiliation, when the beasts were supreme. How well I can see the picture: a cave in the hill- side, a man within, cowering in trem- bling fear! 'lust outside the cave I see a huge. tawny lion, his eyes gazing in supreme contempt at the poor be- nighted man. During this age, the lion was not only king of the beasts. but also superior to man-so superior that man was afraid to assert himself -afraid even to venture forth and express his opinion of things in gen- eral. 'lihis lirst period corresponds to the dark ages of our high school career-- that old prehistoric time away hack in the early autumn days of V919 when ou1' brilliancy was still hidden-in those early cave days when we were just beginning our gropings for the light of higher knowledge enkindled at Irwin. l.atimer. Riverside. yea. even Millvale and Glenshaw. Then. too, we werel afraid to assert our- selves, afraid lto venture forth with our opinions Nof things in general. Then, too, we, like the early cave man, feared-- . But the pictlure suddenly changes-- the first is forgotten-it is the Age of the Ancient Egyptians and man has somewhat modified conditions. lie no longer fears the other vertebrates. but he has found new enemies, other men. How the old Pharaohs drove the people! How the subjects labored and sufferedli I can see the picture so clearly. In the background is a half-completed pyramid, in the fore- ground a huge stone. Ten thousand ligyptians are' pulling and pushing, trying to dragi this stone to its proper niche in the! pyramid. How they struggle! Our second era -we came to :lille- gheny, the Egypt of our High School history. Then did we toil and tug to put the massiye stones of Geometry, of Latin, of Science, into the niche in the pyramid lof knowledge that we

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THE XVAH HOU 9 TWO BOSTON BAGS Summer vacation had at last ar- 'ived, and james Bradford, known as 'Jim among his friends, was prepar- ng to leave Harvard for New York, vhere he was going to visit some friends before going to his home in Slew Jersey. However, just before his depart- lre, he received a pleasant surprise in he form of a telegram. It was a tele- gram from an old friend of his ather's, Uncle Tim. It was an in- 'itation to a house party at Uncle l'im's beautiful cottage at Lake Chau- auqua. I'll be there with bells on, aid a telegram which jim sent to Incle Tim before boarding the Col- inial Express for New York. Four days later found jim in pos- ession of a chair on the New York fentral, bound for Chautauqua. There were not many people in the ar, but even if there had been, jim vould just as easily have noticed a 'ery beautiful fin his estimationj 'oung lady in a chair on the other side if the car. He found himself lost in dmiration. She was alone, too, and im could not help wondering where he was going. Gee, I'd like to know her l sighed im to himself. Then he remembered e had been staring at her for the last ve minutes, and, as jim was a very fell mannered young gentleman, he pparently became absorbed in the ountry through which the train was assing. VVh0 is she? Where is she going FH im kept asking himself. How he wished he knew her, or new someone that knew her, but she ras alone, and he was alone. Now, there are two sides to every- iing, and a Pullman car is no excep- on. While jim was wishing he could trike up an acquaintance, without be- ing presumptuousx or violating any rules of etiquette, lthe young lady on the other side of the car was wonder- ing who he was, and wishing he would say something. i Of course, our hero was handsome: all heroes are. She noticed this, of course, but she was always struck by his athletic appearance and bearing. But there seemed tio be something be- sides thisg he seemed so cheerful, though he didn't smile. His expres- sion had a little Smile in it all the time, and his bearing indicated that he bore a good will toward everyone. VVhat a nice man, she said. So they rode all day without speak- ing, although each was wishing all the time that the other would take the .first step. j The sun was just setting in the west as the train stopped at the lake. The young lady hurried, out with a Boston bag. By cracky, she'is getting off here, too! said our hero to himself. He took more time to get his baggage to- gether, so he lost sight of her. VVhen the steamer touched the dock near Uncle Tim's cottage, it was- dark. but Uncle Tim managed to find him among the crowd ,and gave him a hearty greeting. Most of the guests had not yet arrived, so jim decided since he was very tired from the long trip, that he wouldinhit the feathers. Having washed, helreturned from his bathroom to his room and opened his Boston bag. Out of it he pulled something- i He took a step backwards and rubbed his eyes. NVhat was it? A lady's kimonal Horrors! That was enough for poor jim! He chucked the objectionable article back into the bag hurriedly and closed it. He fell into a chair and mopped his brow with