Cuyahoga Falls High School - Cuyahogan Yearbook (Cuyahoga Falls, OH)

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10 RE-ECHO As they came to the place where Sir Bedford stood, Sir Erf would have turned back but Sir Layton encouraged him. Plunging forward, Sir Erf struck Sir Beford one blow; Sir Bedford fell. The fifth and last was conquered. Then before him Sir Erf beheld the Trolley- League Grail. Clasping it in his hand, he rode back to King Richardson’s Square Table and was met by Sir Packard with the royal can opener who released him from his heavy suit. Marion Orth, '21. THE MEMORY HOOK CRAZE Margaret McCorkle The Memory book craze is a wonderful thing, —“it is not like electricity,” it can be seen and heard everywhere around us. All the study periods are used to compile these interesting vol- umes. Why, some people even have the audac- ity to look at them in classes! Memory books are as old as the hills—I im- agine Eve used to carry around with her a lock of Adam’s hair, or the acorn she picked up down by the creek where she met the snake that memor- able day. One of Cleopatra’s hand-maidens prob- ably snipped off a piece of Caesar’s robe when he wasn’t looking so that she could, in years to come, tell her grandchildren that Julius had given it to her, entreating her never to forget him. And I can just see Josephine snitching a button off of Napoleon’s uniform one Sunday afternoon when he came to call on her. Why, just the other day I was one of a large group gathered about one of our popular “sheiks” snipping pieces off of his tie—gorgeously flower- ed—to put in my memory book. Tuesday, while searching for a volume of Hawthorne’s stories, 1 found a book that had been used in school by my grandmother (it was a terrible looking Eng- lish book—filled with definitions—by the way). In the back 1 found the familiar verse: My pen is poor, My ink is pale, My love for you Shall never fail. It is the very verse I have seen so often in modern memory books. Then, too, there was one I hadn’t heard before, but which I will probably revive. It ran like this: 1 love you Maggie, Yes I do, Believe me Maggie, For this is true. So you see—as I mentioned before, memory books are as old as the hills. HINTS Perhaps it would be a good idea to give the new pupils entering the C. F. H. S. a few hints. In the first place we want pupils who can keep up their studies and still not be what some peo- ple would call them—a “dead head.” We want pupils who can take part in athletics, debates, ora- torical contests—or—if they can’t do that, we at least want them to be interested in the school activities and do their part of the boosting and backing. There is nothing a public likes to see better than a crowd of High School boys and girls, standing back of the active members of their school and boosting them to their utmost. We hope that this little hint will help you through your High School career and make the student bodv be proud to sav that you went to the C. F. H. S. Edna Inland. CHEERS A cheer for the black and a cheer for the gold, A cheer for Falls Hi, too, A cheer for the basket ball captains And all the players good and true, A cheer for football, baseball and track, A cheer for every team of the gold and black. A cheer for the black and a cheer for the gold, A cheer for Falls Hi, too, A cheer for the oratory speakers, Who won us a cup or two. A cheer for our good debaters, Both the old ones and the new, A cheer for the black, a cheer for the gold, And a cheer for Falls Hi, too. Marion Orth, '21.

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RE-ECHO 9 Hoiles, and Oswald Anderson. Affirmative: Irene Pack, Gordon Phillips, Alma Wood, and William Booth. Although good arguments were presented on both sides the negative won the decision. Marie Stoglin. DEBATE On the afternoon of Friday, May 9, 1924, the North High negative team came to our school to debate with our affirmative team on the ques- tion, Resolved: That the Philippines should have immediate and absolute freedom. The Falls High affirmative team was composed of Alma Wood» Gordon Phillips, Irene Pack and William Booth. On the same afternoon our negative team. Arthur Smearman, Charles Dewees, Oswald Anderson, and Anna Hoiles, went to Bedford to debate with Bedford High’s negative team. The outcome of these debates was very satis- factory since both our negative and affirmative teams won; the affirmative by a two to one de- cision and the negative by a unanimous decision of the judges. THE QUEST OF THE TROLLEY LEAGUE GRAIL Because Sir Erf had won the Inter-knight con- test, King Richardson chose him for the quest of the Trolley-League-Grail. As the sun came over the hill Sir Erf arose. He put on his armor which was of gold with a black ribbon around the helmet so it wouldn’t slip off, as it often did. Then he walked state- ly to King Richardson’s court. “Sir Erf,” quoth the king, “The time has come for you to go on your quest. The way will be rough and the enemies hard to conquer.” “Oh, ho,” laughs Sir Erf. “Who are my worthy opponents?” “The first,” quoth King Richardson, “Is Sir Kenmore, then Sir State. Sir Roosevelt, Sir Ra- venna and the most terrible, Sir Bedford.” At this point Ladv Falls rushed up to Sir Erf. “They may kill you,” she cried. “Wear this sleeve of gold and black as a gift from me, I pray you.” Sir Erf blushed to the edge of his hair; never before had he worn a lady’s token but he could not resist. Then the solemn procession walked into the courtyard where the horse awaited. By means of an extra heavy chain. Sir Kirk and Sir Yost finally hoisted Sir Erf to the saddle. Sir Preston came out of the royal cafeteria bearing a lunch for him. (Sir Preston baked the best white lobster.) Sir Trottman brought forth the trusty sword “Team” which had served Sir Erf in many battles. At last Sir Erf blew kisses to all members of the Square 'Fable and departed. At noon he halted his horse and pulled out Sir Preston’s lunch, but while he gazed hungrily at it a voice cried out, “I pray you let me eat of the white lobster!” There in red and black stood Sir Kenmore. Sir Erf handed him the lobster and after Sir Kenmore had eaten they fought. But Sir Ken- more, because he had eaten so much, could not fight well and so the first was conquered. Then, weary in stomach but light in heart. Sir Erf charged toward Sir State who was near by. Sir State struck first but only knocked Sir Erf’s helmet crooked. Then Sir Erf struck a heavy blow and Sir State fell and thus the sec- ond was conquered. Sir Roosevelt was pacing the valley in search of Sir Ravenna but upon seeing Sir Erf decided that he would do. Sir Roosevelt charged first and knocked Sir Erf’s helmet straight, but was given such a blow in return that he was easily beaten. And so the third was conquered. Now our hero searched for three and twenty days and finally found Sir Ravenna in a valley between two bills. He struck Sir Ravenna and Sir Ravenna re- turned the blow. Sir Erf struck many times but each time Sir Ravenna returned with a harder blow. Then with tears streaming down his cheeks Sir Erf struck such a blow that the trusty sword “Team” broke at the hilt. Then he grasped his other sword, “Sub,” but before he could strike Sir Ravenna thrust his sword into the armor by Sir Erf’s shoulder and his hel- met slid from his head. Quivering Sir Erf dropped his sword and ex- pected no less than immediate death, but gazing on yonder hillside he beheld, glittering in the sun, “Old Trusty” the famous slide-trombone of Sir Layton that had tooted its way to many vic- tories. Dramatically Sir Layton began to play these ever beautiful strains, “How Dry 1 Am,” and with a sigh Sir Ravenna fell. The fourth was conquered. Only Sir Bedford, the terrible, remained un- conquered. So Sir Erf, with the sword, “Sub” and his trusty friend Sir Layton started toward the uoconquered foe.

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RE-ECHO MY SOUL ANO I Three things I see that soothe my soul, With their wondrous grace: The shadows ’neath o’erhanging rocks; A rounded tree standing lone in a field; And a saffron bud in a slender vase. Three things I hear that lure my soul To the open way: Smooth waters slipping down to the sea; A shrill halloo from a distant hill; And a far cock-crow at dawn of day. Three things I know that draw my soul Back home again: The throaty singing of frogs in spring; The lowing herd at the bars in the lane; And a mother soothing a child in pain. —Crimen I’rimiim THE ABSENCE BLANK Here’s to the absence blank. Tha'. thorn in the student’s side, For with this cruel thing within our walls From tests he ne’er can hide. Then here’s to the wayward student, Who wastes his time by the brook. When along comes the absence blank And he’s hanging on a hook. Then on a little line below The parents, they must sign, That’s only so the student Won’t hand the faculty a line. Then next in the logical order of things Comes that awful, horrible test, For which to find hard questions The teachers do their best. Then comes the little average— About thirty-five per cent. Not till after he has flunked Does the wayward student repent. Then here’s to the absence blank, The Layton-Faculty pride, That hard, cruel thing in a hard, cruel world That the hard-boiled students deride. CONFOUND THE THEME Confound the theme! I try to write, But all my thots have taken flight. I wildly gaze from earth to air; I pull my un-offending hair; 1 look for subjects left and right! Sometimes when I am feeling right— 1 his is not always my sad plight— I dash themes off—that’s on the square! Confound the theme! Well, guess I’ll wait until to-night, It may be then I can indite A theme without this wear and tear; But now—by all the Gods 1 swear That not a subject is in sight! Confound the theme! LOST 1 flung my soul to the winds; I cast my heart on the sea; And I thought that all I had given Would surely drift back to me. The wind and the sea have robhed me. And the moon has stolen my lyre, Now only the embers are glowing In the gray of a dying fire. SUNSET A glorious vision is seen in the west— 1 he rays of sunset on the white mountain crest, 'Fhe wonderful tints of the western sky Reflect all their glory on mountain peaks high. 'Fhe red. fiery orb through all is seen 1 n a soft, hazy glow—a mystic sheen ; At last it goes down, unseen till the morrow, And in this new radiance the mountain peaks cower, ’Tis a wonderful work of an invisible hand. The Master Painter of sea, sky and land, No earthly painter however bold, Can paint the tints and the shades of gold, For the Master Painter of earth and sky Alone can paint the heavens high. Margaret McKinley.