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

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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

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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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10 THE XVXH HOU a handkerchief. It was a lady's bag! He was overcome, and leaned back in the chair. His eyes lit on the bag and he dashed over to it and threw it into a corner behind the large chair. Out of my sightln gasped lim, and collapsed on the bed. XVhat will I do with it, and what am I going to do without my clothes ? How did he get that bag, anyhow? Then he remembered That charm- ing young lady in the Pullman car had a Boston bag which looked exactly like his. 'l'hey had been side by side on the Hoor, and she has taken his by mistake. After a time, .lim plucked up cour- age and walked over to the bag and looked at its end. Un it were the ini- tials, E. gl. B. Edith, Elizabeth. Ethel, Emma-I wonder what it is, he said. Again Jim dropped into a chair. He had been sitting in this chair for perhaps a quarter of an hour when he heard a knock at the door. More trouble! .lim jumped to his feet: what could he do now? He was only a third dressed. Fortunately -limls brain did not desert him, although in his condi- tion it would not have been surprising if it had. He grabbed a spread from the bed and wrapped it around hin self. True, he looked like a Roman his toga, but what else could he do? jim opened the door. It was a mai and the first thing -lim noticed abo' this maid was that she held a Hostc bag in her hand. Miss Brown says that she mu have your bag, sir. She says she mam a mistake, and wants to know if yc have hers. lim's face lighted up and he hu ried over and got the other bag. E grabbed his own before the ma could hand it to him. Hurrah! he shouted, he had l beloved bag, and she was at the hou party. VVhat more could he wish? The next morning Uncle Tim intr duced .lim to his niece, Miss Eliz beth Brown, and lim was supreme happy. The house party lasted two weel and two weeks is ample time for tv young people to become well a quainted, when each is desirous doing so. At the end of that time, s was Betty to him, and he was pla .lim. As for the rest of this story, ti your imagination. lhaowsox Lurv, '22. A SAD MISTAKE Not so long ago our church got a new minister. He is a nice, good, sociable man, but since he came from a different district he was totally un- acquainted with our people. For this reason he made the following foolish blunder: About a week ago he called upon Mrs. Jones. Her husband had died suddenly just a week before and she naturally supposed that his visit h to do with this sad event. So after few minutes she was not surprised hear him say: 'Alt was a sad occurrence, was not? Yes, she faltered, drawing c her handkerchief in order to be p pared. 'fVVholly unexpected. YJ P77