East High School - Eastonian Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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rient 49 30 page eighteen KA Glass gfisto ry Should you ask me whence this story, NVhence this illustrated record Of the seniors' deeds and victories, Of our conquests and our triumphs, Of our rise from lower classmen, Of our striving ever onward, Toward our goal, our graduation? Should you ask where I discovered All these legends and traditions, I should answer, I should tell you: ln the study room I found them, In the gym and in the classroom, In the East High News I found them, Found them in department records, In the tardy list and year book. Some are facts and others hearsay, Some are truths and others rumors. Hear them now as I have found them. From the schools o'er all the city, From the school of northern Main street From the school upon the hilltop, From the time-worn halls of Central, From the portals of old Technic, From all others public, private, Came we all to new-born East High. In the fall of twenty-seven, As we entered first her doorways, VVhat was there on hand to greet us But the beaming smile, the welcome, Of our principal, Costello? Royally did he receive us VVith his ever winning manner, VVith his hand outstretched in greeting Smiling as he bade us enter.

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rient 49 30 Glass oem We bid adieu, East High School, thou cradle of our dreams, To all the charm and splendor of thy scholastic scenes. Yet ever through the future thy guiding spirit gleams. We hail thee not with shouting, and praises loudly stressed, Nor yet with stately rhythm of poets' songs eXpresst- But with a real devotion that glows in every breast. llay years bring with their passing, great honor to thy name, On every heart be written thy share of deathless fame, Let but each triumph kindle anew amibition's Hame. Now as thy cherished portals are swinging slowly to, Excluding all the pleasant, familiar scenes from view, We pledge our true devotion and loyal love anew. MARION Eicu, Class Poez. page seventeen

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ment 49 30 When our green team on the gridiron Sat upon the U. B. freshmen, When our sprinters dashed to glory, Our debaters were the champions, Champions of our whole fair city. VVhen in time there were assembled Our most promising musicians lVIid the wailing of the basses, Mid the shrieking of the fiddles, Mid the howling of the trumpets, Mid the groaning of the tubas, Waved the baton of the chieftain, And, from out the discord,-music! Then resounded noisy plaudits From our friends and from our rivals. None could run so well as we didg None could argue then as we didg None could blow the horns as we didg None produce such magic music. So our spirits rose within us- Zealously we strove to conquer. In athletics all schools feared usg On the platform all revered us. And so sudden was our rising- Like unto the swift sky-rocket As it darts from earth to heaven And then bursts in starry splendor. And they called us most precocious. And indeed precocious were we Till the advent of exam time. Oh, the suffering and the weeping! Oh, the heat and perspiration As we wrote out reams of paper To appease the cruel Regents. page nineteen