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

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16 THE WAI-I HOO FAREWELL POEM We stood at the foot of the mountain Only three short years ago 3 VVe started to climb to the summit, But the way we did not know. The slope was steep and rocky, The road was long and drear. Some soon gave up the effort: We journeyed on in fear. But how often, oh, how often VVe wished that an eagle strong VVould bear us away in its talons To the height we viewed so long. Yes, we have ever looked upward And step by step we have climbedg Now we find only the sunshine, The clouds we have left behind. Our lessons have been the mountain, Our text-books have been the haze, The summitls our graduation, YNe're ending our High school days. But from the top where we're standing, Other heights appear, And our life work beckons onward Through many a coming year. And we look from summit to summit Where the pathway is rough am long, Determined to pass ever forward, Singing a grand new song. We know we can reach each summit For others this pathway have trod Each bearing his share of the burden, With faith in himself and his God just here We pause to look backwarc And wave farewell to you all, Then we'll turn about and face forward, Responding to Duty's loud call. To Mr. Smith, who has led us, To the teachers who have shower the way, To the students who have cheered us We bid you Goodbye this day. xNS,1'C sad that our school days are over, VVe're sad that today we mus1 part, But while life remain with us, ever A. H. S. will live in each heart. ADAM M. I-IOLLER, '22,

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THE WAH I-IOO 15 Meanwhile he resumed his work tgain, but he found that he did not rave the book that contained the nemoranda of last year's income tax 'eport. He conducted a diligent search on the desk, examined all the nooks in the bookcase, then turned to ihe desk again and searched through :he drawers. In the last one he came ipon an old snapshot album of his sis- :er's. Out of curiosity he opened it md paged through, amused at the pictures of people they had known ten years ago when they were boy and girl. But suddenly his attention was caught by the snapshot containing a girl entirely surrounded by in- numerable kittens. He recognized her by the kittens. There had been only one girl in their neighborhood who had shown such a marked preference for them. That girl was Sally Mc- Bride, and Sally McBride was she. He had good cause to remember Sally. Sally had made a decided im- pression upon him with her tists and fingernails, for he had incurred her righteous wrath by tying tin cans to a great majority of her kittens and by hanging the minority with their tails tied together on his mother's wash line. The boy next door, who was quitc a bully, had dared him to do it. I wonder if she remembers me, bemused. just then the telephone rang and picking up the receiver he heard over the wire the voice of the president of the firm telling him to make arrangements to leave imme- diately or as soon as possible for Chicago. ' lie left an hour after, giving his mother instructions concerning his business and also telling her to get an accountant, from the ofhce if possible, if not to hire one to hnish lt. His mother called up the otlice to inquire whether an accountant could be spared, but she was unable to se- cure one. That evening at dinner table his mother mentioned his need. His sister turned to Sally and said: Oh, it's a shame! That old income tax has caused more trouble than enough. It was the cause of your re- ceiving a bad impression of him, I'm sure. And now he has gone and you won't be able to see him and know him when he is really himself. VVhy can't I hx that report F Sally asked. lt will only take me a short time and it will save a lot of trouble. Please allow me td do it. You're a dear, his sister answered. VVon't he be pleased when he comes home and iinds it finished. Sally began lt immediately, worked hard and diligently at it for two hours and then It was finished. The next morning he unexpectedly returned and fourld her straightening up his desk. f'It's a pretty mess, I suppose, he said, but dlgdnlt have time to ar- range it. t as' been many a day since this desk had been tidied up. VVhy, what's this? He broke QR staring. There- was his income tax report, Eeagly piled, and, wonder of wonders, e ound that it was finished. VVhy, mother secured an accoun- tant atter all. VVell, this is a load off my 1lI111Cl.H He rushed off to see his mother. She slipped out ot the room to pack, as she had to return to work tomor- row. As she was coming downstairs to secure a strap for her suitcase she niet him in the hall. 1 can never thank you enough, he began land lstopped. for he suddenly remem merec how he had always viewed girls who did this sort of work. .She smiled and answered, Oh, that will pay tor that awful scratching that I gave you ten years ago. HELEN HAvsKo'r'rE, '22.

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THE XY.-Xll HOU I7 M OLLIE ABRAMOVITZ ll It would helmove us a her sunny way to eatih JQY ADAMS I happy am: Joy is my name. Sweet joy, l call thee. MCCHIQSNIQY .-XDJXINIS Our football uaptain, Clies. A lad of splendid parts: A temper mild, a winning smile. He Ella :1 place in all our hearts. FHARLES ANDERSON Oni: of the quiet buys of the class.