Downingtown High School - Our Year Cuckoo Yearbook (Downingtown, PA)

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THE CUCKOO 19 Shuar s rnuira I. H. Haines. ’20. I. I know a preacher’s daughter Who hates to go out in the rain. But just as love will have it. She will go anywhere with Cain. Edith’s thoughts are in the South, Where the sun with all its luster Shines on a bright young laddie Whose name is Hallan Usher. John Powell’s a sturdy lad, Who would wander from land to land Just to get in Dorothea’s sight And hold her willing hand. While speaking about Dot Moore, Her face, always garlanded with mirth, Looks up into Johnnie’s face, Says: “You’re the only one on earth.” Clara is always laughing, Who in play is sometimes scrappy. Why ever should she worry, As for that, she’s always happy. Pauline is our chief giggler. Who giggles all the time. Throughout the corridors at school Those giggles ever chime. Olive’s always studious. Who lingers in the church lobby. She'd give up any other thing To get in touch with Dolby. Arundel is very anxiously Waiting for school to expire. That she may never work again Is her only one desire. The brightest one in our class Is Mary Eppehimer. The way that she has studied Has made her an oldtimer. The night was dark and gloomy, Mary Bane was wandering far. Out peeped a shining little star, Said: “Oh, how fat you are!” II. “Shine, Mister Sun. In de bright blue sky.” Stough’s a-singing. And his voice am high. “Breezes am blowing. And de skies am bright.” Leona’s ne’er hungry. And likes much to fight. “Once in the dear, dead Days beyond recall”— Margaret smiles as George’s eyelids fall. “Just a song at twilight, When the lights are low.” Says Kay to Harlan: “Why do you have to go?’’ “Still to us at twilight Comes love’s old song.” Hoffman, sighing, said: “Those four years were long.” “Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind?” Should auld Myrtle be forgot, Her basketball days sublime? “For Auld Lang Syne, my friends, we meet,” For days of auld school facts. We’ll have a thought for Hathaway As well as Esther Ax. “In the sky the bright stars glittered,” On the “roads” the pale moon shone And ’twas from the ’lummi banquet Arthur had seen Mabel home. And for bonnie Mary Bicking I’d lay me down and dee. And when Gordon goes to visit, She’s all he wants to see. Now our school’s most over, Vacation’s drawing nigh, Won’t Hoopsey be happy? I’ll say she will. Oh, my! III. Life is like a red. red rose, Was Ola Good’s first slogan. When she is not studying, She’s thinking of her Logan. In our class there is a girl, Margaretta is her name; Writing poetry is her delight, Which soon will win her fame. Anna Townsley’s our live wire. Mother finds her hard to keep. The only time that she is good Is when she is asleep. Helen McCormick, my friends, Brightness and quietness combine. Helen stands third in our class — Her work—teachers say—is fine. Hail! here’s to Anna Wharry, A busybody galore. She’s just full of talk and talk From her head down to the floor. 4c All the world am sad and weary. Eb’rywhere we roam. As when we leave dear old high school, S’like leaving our home.

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18 THE CUCKOO filter! £ txtmi Mary Sener, She was a young girl of the ’teen age, living in Bridgeton, N. J. She had blue eyes, fringed with long lashes, and as merry and twinkling as the stars on a very dark night. Her hair was yellow and hung in long curls down her back. But all this is not as important as her name, which was Marjory Lee Brown. At this age you know it’s most exasperating when you put your hair up and lengthen your skirts, to hear someone say: “Hello, kid! Come out and play ball.’’ And something inside of you makes you want to go; but then you suddenly remember you’re 'sixteen,’ a young lady now, not a tomboy. If you want to gain the boys’ respect you must refuse. Marjory had a twin brother, Tom, who was as much a favorite with the girls as Marjory was with the boys Torn went to many parties, and always took Marjory with him. However, the seldom returned together. Tom always accompanied some other girl home, while Marjory was escorted home by one of her many gentlemen admirers, but more often by Jack Riggs. Now, Jack was Marjory’s beau, and a very nice one at that. One of those slow and easy ones, but, nevertheless very faithful and loving. He bought her books and flowers, and never forgot to remind her of her birthday with some little remembrance. But, like all lovers, they had a quarrel Jack went to a party to which Marjory was not asked, and took another girl home. Marjory thought it mean of Jack to go when she was not asked; but why shouldn’t he have a good time? She refused to see or have anything to do with him for a month, which nearly broke his heart, and Marjory’s, too. She said he ’22. should be the first to speak; but finally Marjory’s mother showed her that she was in the wrong, and the quarrel was soon patched up. The next year Tom and Marjory finished high school and looked forward to going away to school together. But autumn found Tom with a scholarship at Yale, and Marjory attending Bucknell. Now, Jack Briggs also graduated from high school with Tom and Marjory, but he started in business for himself, that he might be ready for Marjory when she came out of college. It happened that Marjory’s roommate at college was a girlhood friend of Jack’s, and she could not say enough about him. All this tended to make Marjory jealous, although her roommate declared they were only friends. One day Tom came to visit Marjory, but found she was out of her room. In the meantime he was well entertained by Bessie Jones, Marjory’s roommate, and found her to be a pleasing companion. When Marjory returned she introduced her brother to Miss Jones, which wfas hardly necessary, for they had already introduced themselves, and Tom was very much smitten with Bessie. After this memorable visit to Bucknell. Tom, accompanied by Jack Briggs, often turned their footsteps in this direction. They were invited and went to all the dances and social events of the i school. School was to close the 29th of May. and commencement followed shortly. They decided that June 20 would be a nice time for a double wedding, after which Marjory would be Mrs. Jack Briggs, of Bridgeport, N. J., and Bessie would be Mrs. Thomas Brown, of the same place. ■D.H.S.. (§ur Fmtr Ifrara Leona M. Lightcap, ’20. I remember, very clearly. When we entered our old high How the other classes giggled. And we sat and looked on shy. But that was the first day only. Bolder and more fresh we grew. When the Sophomore class we entered Less foolish tricks we’d do. Then the third year, we were Juniors, (Most of us, I mean to say) Then we acted more like students And proud we grew each day. Now we’re called “Smart Seniors” By other classes in school, i And would not think of breaking i Our strict and rigid rules.

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20 THE CUCKOO JffarrmrU. EL iS. Jfarrutrll Margaretta Good-by, dear old D. H. S., Oh, how we hate to leave thee. ’Tis very sad for all of us, Especially—for me. But you will stand for many years, Tall and stanch and grand; Ready to take each wild youth And make of him a man. You have labored with us faithfully For four long, weary years. You inspired us with duty, And calmed our petty fears. We all have tried to do our best Since that grand, glorious day We chose our standard colors, The Garnet and the Gray. -------♦D.t A. Mahan, Well always strive to be true blue To our Alma Mater dear; We’ll always remember our high school days When Alumni time draws near. The saddest time at last is here, When we must leave our friend. May it always be as it is today, A friendship without end. We are very, very sorry For the pranks we’ve played. Won’t you forgive repenters, Although we’ve trouble made? Now, as our last long echo rings Down your great, long halls, Remember your grateful children When 1920 calls. ------ Jflasljuuitmt Mary E. Sener, ’22. When Washington was a boy He liked all boyish fun, He was good at riding horseback And better still with a gun. He was noted for his honesty And indeed the stories tell, Of that episode on horseback Which every child knows well. How before he'd eaten breakfast, He took his mother’s horse Which, while struggling to unseat him, Died, before it had run the course. His mother was heart broken, For the horse was one worthy of pride But she said. “I’d rather you told me about it, Than someone else to say that you lied.” The legend of the cherry tree, Which we have heard before, Is a symbol of his truthfulness, But stands for nothing more. As a soldier in the army His courage was unsurpassed, When others were forced to leave the field He was among the last. And so he went on through life, Until made commander-in-chief, He gave the colonies liberty And put them on their feet. When this great deed was accomplished And we needed a helping hand, He was again pressed into service And was proclaimed President o’er the land. After this, his greatest triumph. He returned to his home to dwell. And at his death all people grieved. For he had served his country well. D.H.S.- dibit Last night we lay a-dreamin’. We dreamed a dream so fair; We sat in Biles' studio, Before the camera there. We heard a man’s voice sayin’, In tones so sweet and smooth, These vain attempts to make us seem beautiful, forsooth: “Now, miss, just make yourself comfortable. The picture must he natural, don’t you know. Now! Just lean forward a little—sit farther on the edge of the chair, please. Now, raise the left eyebrow a wee bit—oh. miss, the right ear is showing! There—just point QJbat the nose a little more toward the ceiling—yes, that gives one an angelic mien Do you know, you have just the type of face we photographers delight to focus on. Now, droop the right shoulder to the left, please, and place the forefinger upon the right cheek—that gives a touch of coyness. There! School’s out. Yes, you can get them on Thursday.” And, now, the scene was changed, The sweet, low voice had ceased; We stood with proofs within our hands. And, heavens!—don’t tell us we look like that!!!