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

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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!!!

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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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The Cuckoo Vol. II Dovvningtown, Pa.. June, 1920 No. 3 MARGARET M. BRAY, '20, Editor in-Chief KATHRYN B. HESS. '20, It,- ,, OLIVE MILLER. '20 Buslness Managers WILLIAM PERRY, 21, Associate Editor JSADORE BLOOM, '21, Asst. Business Manager MARY EPPEHIMER, '20, Literary Editor CHARLES CAIN, '20, Athletic Editor WALTER RAUDENBUSH, '21. Exchange Editor DOROTHEA MOORE, '20. Alumni Editor MARVEXIA MILLER. '21, Joke and Class Xotes Editor GLADYS CRISMAX, '21, Art Editor R. B. TAYLOR, Faculty Advisor Published periodically by the students of the Downingtown High School Price. Regular Numbers, 20 cents All advertisements and other business matters should be addressed to the Business Manager. AU REV0IR Another year has passed and the time has come to make a survey as it were of our past years work. The first question that comes before our minds is, “Have our efforts been rewarded; was the year a successful one?” Before answering, let us stop to consider in what ways we have succeeded and failed. It was our hope to be able to put forth four issues yearly instead of three. Every thing seemed to tend toward this aim until it came time for our second issue. Due to illness on the part of some of the members of the staff and chiefly the printer our second number came out almost a month late, so in this way we failed. The size of our paper was not as large as we would have liked to have it. In reference to this I will refrain from using that old excuse, “Good goods come in small quantities.” I will simply say, we cannot publish material that we do not have. Stop and think if you have done your part and handed in an article when you were asked to do so. But after the rain, the sun shines again, so let us turn to the bright side. On the the word of our readers received through exchange and local opinion, the Cuckoo is a paper we need not be ashamed of. If it has not surpassed last years record it has at least come up to it. In two ways we have advanced further along the line to perfection. We have added an Art Editor to our staff, enabling us to print a few cuts. And second we have made the final issue a purely Senior number. So looking back we can justly say. “Our efforts were not in vain, and our year taken as a whole has been a successful one.” The staff wishes to share this success with its readers and to thank the people of the town, the faculty, the students and anyone who has helped in any way to make the Cuckoo a success. If you took an ad, handed in an article, bought or sold a copy, you helped. We thank you again and ask you to support the Cuckoo in years to come as well as you have done in the past. ------♦D.H.S.- ------- HAPPINESS Happiness is a quality imagined by many but possessed by few. True it takes imagination but it must be accompanied by that liberalism of characteristic which gives the personality its natural coloring. Keep your Blue Bird in sight, when that small mascot escapes from your vision then you are in utter discontent. Do not hesitate to help others, it will lead you on in the right direction. At life’s intermission line up your misfortunes against happiness—the sight is marvelous for the latter acts as a solvent of the former. -----♦D.H.S.- ------