Central High School - Spokesman Yearbook (Erie, PA)

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14.1 X' 'N , '-1-Q ' 1? 2 ' - f NX 3.3 -1 CDS ggglstgf' 'I ' Chs CENTRAL, F AREWELL ! Ruth A. Eismann Dear old Central, as ! go, I turn once more to say good-bye To your old halls, and vine-clad walls, And to your towers and turrets high. And oh my classmates-once again I bid a fond farwel! to ye: For some of you, while on this earth I never more shall see. And oh my teachers, one and all, Who labored hard and labored long, Your efforts were not all in vaini !'ve learned a little just the same. And when the years have rolled away, Andi I have passed from mortal strife: Perhaps my hopes will be fulfilled And we shall meet in that New Life. When I reach Heaven, I hope to meet Miss Connell strolling down the street, Strumming her harp, and warbling sweet Your English themes were very neat. Miss Bourquin on a cloudlet pink Will pass right by swinging her feet And wave her hand and cry, Bon jour! Won't you join me toute de suite? Miss l'!irt will come along just then And smile at me in her sweet way And say, !'m glad you've come at last, And how are you today?' Good gracious, I will say, Miss Bryce, Where did you get such lovely wings?' And she will laugh, and laughing say, Why dlo you say such si!-ly things? l'm a graduate of Shoe College. What's that? just a little higher than Oxford. The next person who interrupts the pro- ceedings will be sent home, said the judge Hurray! yelled the prisoner. Baxter: Give me a match, Bing. Binger: Here it is. Baxter: Well can you beat that? l've for- gotten my cigarettes. Binger: 'Stoo bad: gimme back the match. Rock-a-bye baby On the tree topg Don't you fall out, lt's a heck of a drop. 1 v Miss Burger from aloft will soar And cry, Come see a little treat For in yon field, a race is on Between our heavenly athletes. And on our way, who should I see, fl'll tel! you if you will not tease her, No other than Miss Wi!kin's shade Talking to her dear friend, Caesar. Miss Schabacker stood in sarnite white, Upon that street of gold And, Hurrxy! she cried in accents clear just as in days of old, In the judges' box was Mr. Frail A starry light about him clung For service rendered while on earth- A present from the Ancient One. But oh, that race! It was a wonder! The cheering sounded just like thunder When Mr. Pratt of noble mien Dashed four long miles in one-fifteen. And then the heavenly basketball game! Oh how the fea-thers flew When Shanor called a foul on Wallace For tripping Mr. Hughes. l'l1 see a group of lusty cheerers A little way away And then my joy wil be complete Upon that happy day. And I will go and join them then And to their greeting say, !'m very glad !'ve come to Heaven O dear, old clas of '27. Casey: Why is Miss Conne! so fat? Eck: Because she likes Swift, Bacon and Hamm, Lamb, Stew, and Bunny. Leo: What is water? Fuller: h, i, j, lc, I, m, n, o. Leo: Blankety blank!!! Fuller: You said so yourself, h to o, Ruth rode in my new cycle car In the seat in back of me: I took a bump at 'fifty-five And rode on Ruthlesslyl She was only a plumbefs daughter, but oh, boy! those fixtures!

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'L' igfj T Z as qi-115.5 I1 1. , - N ,D cbs THE FOAM FAIRIES Only after a storm, when the waves have high bubbly crests, do the Foam Fairies appear. They leap about on the white caps, and if you listen carefully you can dis- tinguish their shouts and tinkling fairy laughter from the roar and pound of the surf. It was on a day like this, when the black storm clouds and the fluffy grey wind clouds had parted enough to let the late afternoon sun shine on the tumbling water, so that strange colors appeared. Close to the shore where the waves broke on the sand and rocks rolling up to me where I sat, the water was a dirty brown filled with sand and bits of broken seaweed, farther out were shades of green deepening to a blue along the horizon. A green that shifted constantly reflecting the golden sunlight on its rows of white caps. It was then that l saw a foam fairy, standing on the crest of a wave. She came closer and closer, disappearing, and reappearing leaping from top to top. Then she sat on a huge one which rolled her up to a patch of brown sand at the side of my rock. She laughed a merry fairy laugh and danced, making tiny elfin footprints on the damp sand. 'On her hair, brown like the little wet pebbles, shone a dliadem of tiny petrified bubbles funbelievers call them pearls, confining within themselves the softened colors of the rainbow. Her dress was now green and now blue like the water near the horizon, with foam bubbles bursting and reappearing on it. As the sun sank lower and made a path of rose across the water l saw hundreds of Foam-fairies on each wave, throwing handfuls of bubbles at one another. They make the white caps. The Foam-fairy on the beach blew a wee shell whistle that hung on a golden thread and a great wave rolled in and carried her out. Then, when the sun was just a thin line of fire, they disappeared in the distance riding back to their home where the waves start. For although the waves roll in on every shore, who knows where they come from? l04