East High School - Exodus Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

Text from Pages 1 - 203 of the 1908 volume:

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I K H K I 6 8 10 14 15 30 33 37 43 50 51 66 74 75 78 83 94 153 156 192 NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 7 Annual Board Cleve H. Pomeroy Bessie Kenealy Harold Mosier Alfred M. Corrigan Mildred Ockert Rotha Richmond R. Reid Coleman William Sharp Rhea Talmage 4 M. Louise Coulton David K. Ford Miss J. Cora Bennett Mr. Gabriel Smith Editor-in-Chief Ass't Editor Business Manager Assistant Joke Editor Societies and Alumni Athletics Art Editor Associate Editors Advisory Board nu 0:--2 '-.-.: - . M. -. U. - .qv I -' .-4 - gy 141119 fyymgied Kfelingi 1'6Mf,, Wjexqf 165T2ooK6f1jouff14Hdjf17,6fjou Yaixy C1'eQQgXifxz?Ei1Te we Wax? mafiy ybiff A Q 1- t 21...-: 9 3 'sizlywe 617l6AN7012H 36 39163166 A MK WV, 11 1neM7Ayfyy,.3677in2Xff ofa ymf :Malay MI WOIKVWH We 6316117 YQ Be ifij fpxixyff isy omf' fyeaxfg Ui11AVfWj Ajile A171 Avyqiffyoyxf 5176617 1170136 wffxle? jay usan .A o11fjTyoff1IU i1?gj w 'Ss- 12 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Teachers Mr. Benjamin U. Rannells Ohio Wesleyan: A. B. Principal Mr. Daniel W. Lothman Harvard: A. B. Assistant Principal Latin Miss Frances A. Adams Vassar: A. B. Latin Miss Frances Baker Xenia College: M. L. University of Chicago: Graduate Work English Mr. Lamar T. Beman Western Reserve: Ohio State: Wiscon- sin A. B., A. M. English Miss J. Cora Bennett University of Wisconsin: B. Chemistry Miss Bernardine Black Western Reserve: A. B. Mathematics Miss Luella L. Chaffee Western Reserve: Ph. B. e Natural Science Miss Bertha May Critchley Vassar: A. B. History Mr. William J. Davis Music Mr. Charles W. Disbrow Amherst: B. A. English History Mr. John Eisenhauer, Jr. Western Reserve: A. B. Algebra, Geometry Miss Julia Fenn Western Reserve: Ph. B. Latin ,. Mr. Edwin Leigh Findley Buchtel: johns Hopkins: A. Greek, Latin Mr. C. J. Foskett Brown University: Ph. B. Mechanical Drawing Mrs. Mathilde S. Grossart German Mr. Henry F. Haber Baldwin-Wallace: B. S. Algebra Miss Mary L. Hanna Lake Erie College English Miss Helen G. Ingersoll Lake Erie College: B. A. Latin Miss Maria M. Kelly Western Reserve: Ph. B. Sargent Normal School of Physical Training Physical Training Mr. Charles M. Knight L. B. Civics, Economy, American History Mr. Clarence H. Lander University of Michigan: Harvard B S Manual Training Miss Bertha M. Lee Western Reserve: Ph. B. Physics NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 13 Teachers Miss Victoria C. Lynch Western Reserve, B. A., M. A. Latin Miss Katherine L. O'Grady Emerson College of Oratory Genesco State Normal School Oratory Miss Pearl Palmer Maryland College for Womeng Spencerian Commercial School: Shorthand, Typewriting Miss Mary E. Parsons Elmira: B. S. Radcliffe College Leland Stanford University German Mr. Henry L. Peck Algebra, Commercial Law Miss Meta Peters Western Reserveg A. B.: M. A. Mathematics, Latin Miss Margaret Pittis Valparaiso, B. S. Secretary Mr. Edward L. Raish University of Wisconsin, B. L. Harvard A. M. German, Geometry Mr. Harold Bushnell Reed Oberlin Physics Miss Gertrude Sanderson Western Reserveg B. S. Radcliffe English B. ,A. Mr. Herman Schulte, Jr. University of Rochesterg A. B., A. M. German, French Miss Sara Seaton Wellesleyg B. A. Cornell, M. A. Botany, Physiology, English Miss Lucia Stickney Oberling A. M. English, History Mr. G. F. Smith Western Reserveg Johns A. B., Ph. D. English, History Hopkinsg Mr. Walter V. Smith Manual Training Mrs. Maude O. Truesdale Western Reserve: B. L. English Mr. P. J. Twiggs Buchtel Bookkeeping, Commercial Arithmetic Miss Mary E. West Mt. Union Librarian Mr. Herbert Carroll Wood Amherst: A. B. Physical Geography fFaculty Manager of Athleticsj Miss Marion E. Wright Syracuse: B. A. English, Latin Mr.' E. Wuesthoff, jr. Normal School of the North American Gymnastic Union Physical Training gi: CLASS OFFICERS, 1908 Harold Mosier, Frank Roby, Louis Ahlman. Treas. Pres. Sergeant-at-Arms Edith Hornickel, Josephine Pearce, Asst. Treas. Claribel Reichard, Earl Sprackling, A Vice-Pres Cor. Sec'y Rec. Sec'y Anna Josephine Pearce Classical CGreekJ Vice-President Senior Class Athenaeum Treasurer Athenaeum Frank M. Roby Scientific CGermanJ Zetagathean President of Senior Class Class choice for Commence- A ment Captain of Football Team Basketball Team S0Phie Bertine Wulf .Scientific CLatinD Q George C. Grossman Scientific CGermanj Ruth Gertrude Libby Classical fGreekJ A m X ff- Henrietta Monroe Clevenger Classical CGreekb Athenaeum Charles Kroeckel Commercial Eleanor Constance Konrad Scientific CGermanJ Oscar Garfield Starrett Commercial Zetagathean Florence Cecil Rannells Classical fGreekD Athenaeum ' Vice-President of Athenaeum Faculty choice for Com- mencement Mary Josephine Smith Scientific CLatinj Athenaeum Critic Athenaeum Qznd terml Carl L. Small Scientific CGermanJ Ethel Mary Paisley Classical fGermanj Arthur james Davis Scientific Zetagathean Captain of Track Team Mary Helen Simon Classical CGreekJ Z Mary Louise Hauck Commercial Lucia Brown Robinson Classical CGermanj Athenaeum Edith Hornickel Classical CGreekJ Assistant Treasurer Class Athenaeum Critic Athenaeum fist termj Malcolm Yost Classical Zetagathean Faculty choice for Com- mencement Hazel Claire Miller Scientific CEnglishj Geneva Ehler Classical Classical CGermanJ Ralph Harlow Akens Scientific CGermanJ Zetagathean Agnes S. J. Richardson Classical CGreekQ Athenaeum Elmer Gleim Griese Scientific CLatinJ Lena Klein Scientific CGermanJ Pearl Isabelle Himmelman Classical CGreekJ Sergeant-at-Arms of Athenaeum Athenaeum Faculty choice for Com- ment Albert Charles Wilhelm Scientific Zetagathean Elizabeth Dawson Classical CGermanQ Earl Ralph Diebold Scientific CGermanJ Ethel Marie Day Classical CGermanJ Allene Florence Kirsch Scientific CLatinQ Athenaeum Clarence J. Maloney Scientific CGermanj Zetagathean Glenville Debate Manager of Baseball Irene Frances D'Arcy Scientific CLatinJ john W. Ohrman Scientific CGermanj Frieda Shaw Classical fGermanj Athenaeum -sf.-gf' Howard Logan Richardson Q -iii: 3- AZ. F Lie. Ah 5-2- ,.l Rotha Olin Richmond ' Classical CGreekj Corresponding Secretary Athenaeum fist termj President Athenaeum Cznd termj Annual Board Faculty choice for Com- mencement l Scientific CGermanl Blanche Amanda Neville Classical CGermanJ Frank Edward Walter Scientific CGermanj Elizabeth G. Anderson Classical CGermanj Athenaeum Ethel Marie Schwan Classical 1GermanJ Athenaeum Jeanette Stough Agnew Classical CGreekJ Sarah Margaret Gilchrist Scientific fGermanJ Samuel Spitz Classical Alice Mildred Day Scientific CLatinJ Athenaeum Susan Moore Classical CGreekj Athenaeum Cleve Hale Pomeroy Scientific CGermanD Zetagathean Annual Board Hazel Cockrem Classical CGreekJ Athenaeum Horace R. Harrison Scientific CGermanJ Mary Smith Edge Classical CGreekj Johanna Helene Baginski Scientific QEnglishJ Thomas Edward Hann Scientific fGermanJ Zetagathean Faculty choice for Com- mencement Grace Estella Wheaton Classical CGermanJ Athenaeum Clarence Bluem Scientific CGermanJ Zetagathean Lincoln Debate Mildred Catherine Schumann Scientific CGermanJ Hazel Amelia Mason Classical CGermanJ Harold Mosier Classical Zetagathean Glenville Debate Annual Board Treasurer of Senior Class Manager of Football Team Florence Anna Carr Scientific CLatinJ Athenaeum J. Lawrence Donaldson Scientific CGei-manj Mabel Gertrude McGovern Scientific CLatinj Katherine Louise Corry Classical CGreekJ Athenaeum Recording Secretary of Athenaeum Carleton Truman Scientific Zetagathean Mary Louise Schmoldt Classical CGermanD Niel M. Clark Classical Delia May Battles Scientific CGermanJ Eva Reed Classical CGermanj Lincoln S. Hemmings Scientific fLatinJ Zetagathean Lucy Linde Merkel Classical CGermanJ Athenaeum Arthur William Paden Scientific CGermanJ Florence Louise Payne Classical fGermanJ Helen Louise Plasman Scientific CGermanj Jennie Frances Rogers ,,, Scientific CGermanJ Annette Caldwell Truscott Scientific CLatinJ Athenaeum Lucy Lionne Sutton Scientific CGermanj Gladys Worthington Whipple Scientific CLatinJ Elsie Mary Linn Scientific CGermanQ Richard Reid Coleman Scientific CGermanJ Zetagathean Annual Board Tennis Team Grace Warner Lemmon Scientific CEnglishJ W. Russell Werner Scientific Tennis Team Hazel Pauline Fetterman Scientific CGermanJ Athenaeum Rhea Marguerite Paton Classical CGermanl George Watson Cooke Scientific CGermanJ Zetagathean Manager of Track Team Charlotte Hatch Classical CGermanJ Keith Lawrence Classical Gladys Lucile Holmes Scientific fLatinJ Elise Russell Mequillet Scientific fLatinj Athenaeum Arthur B. Newman ffgf' Scientinc Zetagathean Estelle Bertha Abbott Scientific CLatinD Henry Crabbe Robblee Scientific CGermanD Zetagathean Football Team Lincoln Debate Helen Marie Konrad Scientific CEnglishl May Louise Hoyt Classical CGreek-Germanj W. Earl Sprackling Scientific CGermanJ Zetagathean Football Team Basketball Team Recording Secretary of Senior Class Gertrude Anna Wagner Scientific CEnglishJ Athenaeum Burton N. Holcomb Scientific CGermanJ Luain Wilmena Durgetto Commercial jean Eadie Salter Classical CGreekJ Charles C. Foote, Jr. Scientific Hazel Rue Hull Classical CGreekJ Athenaeum Herman N. Saurwein Scientific CGermanQ Frieda Stohlmann Classical CGermanJ Charlotte Christine Dobbert Scientific CEnglishJ Athenaeum William E. Drexel Scientific iGermanD Edith Emogene Sidley Scientific CLatinj John Rockwell Scientific fGermanJ Verna Marie Hull Classical CGermanj Athenaeum Faculty choice for Com- ment Annie Josephine Oldham Classical CGreekJ Jerome Phillip Hanley Scientific CGermanJ Football Team Catherine Elizabeth Wallace Classical CGermanJ Athenaeum Clarence Hemmings Scientific CGermanD Zetagathean Christine Angela Schatzinger Classical CGermanJ Athenaeum Anna Harriet Blake Classical CGreekJ Athenaeum Henry F. Nash Classical Zetagathean Glenville Debate Margaret Mary Moran Scientific CLatinD Alfred Murawsky Scientific CGermanJ Lucile Marie Carrier Classical CGreekJ Claribel Reichard Classical CGermanD Corresponding Secretary Class Athenaeum Chorister Athenaeum Clarence E. Mellen Scientific CGermanJ Zetagathean Mildred Ockert Classical CGreekJ Athenaeum Annual Board Walter Fredrick Hach Scientific CGermanJ Jean Battles Baldwin Classical CGermanj Athenaeum Mary Elizabeth Kenealy Classical CGermanj President Athenaeum fist termj Corresponding Secretary Athenaeum fznd termD Annual Board Class choice for Commence- ment Edwin L. Bottle Scientific QGermanj Edna Helen Baldwin Classical CGermanj Athenaeum Ray P. Smith Scientific CGerr:iar0 Dora Clare Book Scientific CGermanj Bella Margarette Judd Commercial Alfred Martin Corrigan Scientific CGermanj Zetagathean Annual Board Lincoln Debate Faculty choice for Com- mencement Helen Lida Shultz Scientinc CLatinj Athenaeum Ralph T. Kaighin Scientific CGermanJ Kathryn Marie Robinson Scientific CEnglishJ Elizabeth Marguerite Horan Scientific CEnglishj x Alicia Moon Irwin E- Scientific CLatinJ Athenaeum Corinne Anna Oldham Scientific CLatinj Esther Elizabeth Ludwig Classical fGermanJ Marie Caroline Sindermann Scientific CGermanD Ida Creola Gnagi Scientific CLatinJ Eva May Sayle Scientific CLatinJ Ethel Margaret Neigh Classical CGermanj Athenaeum Ethel Luceille Mead Scientific CLatinJ Ruth R. Franz Classical CGermanJ 1 Marjorie 'Alexander Classical CGermanJ Jay H. Barnum Scientific CGermanJ Zetagathean of our classmate jaelson iseneotct Anna Olga Miller Scientific CLatinj tohose fme traits of character hahe enoeareo htm to us as a comraoe tnho allnaps stooo for tnhat toas right ano gooo in our school lite we mourn the loss, outing this school pear, 30 -EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Extra Senior Names Louis F. Ahlman Scientific CGermanJ Football Team Sergeant-at-Arms of Senior Class Baseball Team Evangeline R. Anthony Scientific CLatinD Frances Barbara Borger Scientific CEnglishJ Elizabeth Lillian Burns Scientific CEnglishJ Fred, L. Burridge Scientific CGermanJ Zetagathean George W. Crane Scientific CGermanJ Arthur W. Chisholm , Scientific CGermanJ Allen Ray Cross Scientific Baseball Team Bess N. Clark Scientific CEnglishj Ruth Gordon Couch Classical CGermanJ Gertrude Helen Downs Scientific CEnglishJ Jessie R. Evans Scientific CEnglishJ Post Graduates Francis V. Brady Classical Walter J. Funk Scientific Clarence Gorse Fox Classical Orchestra Hannah Grant Commercial Leon S. Holdstein Scientific CGermanJ Zetagathean Ralph E. Laubscher Scientific CGermanJ William Mathews Commercial James E. McMahon Scientific CGermanJ james C. Prosser Scientific CGermanJ Zetagathean Baseball Team Basketball 'Team Emil Reich Scientific CGermanJ Edith Ella Seavey Scientific fLatinJ Ralph W. Sanborn . Scientific CGermanD Thea Schwan Classical fGermanJ Clara Shields Marie Cahill Bertha Marie Schatzinger YY I I A , L . is u fy' . V -i .. 114 , . l in A , v N. fv-' W ,, h Mm . J. n -. . P .' gm-,., . , .,. ., ,-I 2- 5' 'f 9ffxff1 fQ N sl B5 ff- W7 9 l ik? .012 ' X Ej, UWM' f' 'X E 'ill' AMX A- MLW lai n lbxx mlm, pm- '-.wbgf gi 1904 . 1908 NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 33 FTER two years of obscurity we, the Juniors, have now come out into the limelight. True, our career may be somewhat after the style of peg-top trousers, rather narrow at the beginning, then broadening out, but suddenly narrowing again as you go deeper into it. We no longer run through the halls, in fact, we rather loiter along just to show we have got over the habit. How eagerly we drink in rhetoricals! Now we no longer have to sit in the peanut gallery or on the sills of the back windows. Wo no longer study, we just swallow things in chunks. And as for Hunking- far be it from us. Has every Junior gOt his i-ingers crossed? Nor is this 'the only way in which we have blossomed forth. What would the various. school teams be without the Juniors? fDid I hear someone say much better?j And can anyone forget how royally we entertained the Seniors? True, the floor was rather punk, but the cosy corners were Csplendidb dreams. We did forget to put back some of the decorations we had to remove so the fellows could practice basketball. But outside of a few such minor things, the affair was a howling success. But we must confess that there is one branch fit pains me to say itj in which we are rather weak. This weakness being most prevalent in the knees and we are no longer glib of tongue. The lime- light has proved a trifle too strong for us, for, when we get up for elocution, we have all the symptoms of stage fright. But Hpersistency thou art a mule. So cheer up, we will tum out not very much the worse for wear and sooner or later Seniors without a blemish. And may I suggest that we adopt as our class motto, Soc et tuum. 34 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Juniors-Class of '09 Adams, Corinne Frances Coyne, Alma M. Ahlman, Clarence J. Cummer, Robert G. Allen, Robert Clark Davidson, Mary Elizabeth Almassy, Alfred G. Davis, Gladys Madeleine Alpaugh, George Adamson Dawes, Leslie J. Andrews, Sherman B. Dawson, William Warren Ashdown, Ethel M. Day, Clayton Percy Ashmun, Russell Day, Ruth Eleanor Babcox, Hallene Marie Delaplaine, Lincoln Bamard, Cora Elizabeth Dennish, Beatrice Grace Barnum, Harriet May Dickinson, Ethel Lavina Bauman, Ralph E. Dicks, Ruth Lillian Benton, Jessie L. Ditto, Jeannette Bicknell, Gladys Louise Dodd, Alice Mary Billson, Richard L. Dorn, Hermania Lucile Black, Howard W. Doyle, Lida Mary Boggis, Martha Dunn, Mona I. Botten, Henry W. Dyer, Herrick H. Bowers, Corinne Esther ' Eastman, Elizabeth Boyle, Norman A. - Eaton, Helen Louise Breitweg, Carl F. Egert, Howard Henry Brennan, James Ryder Elliott, Albert Benton Breyley, Frances Maud E1liS0l'1, Lida Marion Brisco, Juniata R. Empkey, Mildred Viola Brockett, Hazel Irene Esch, William J. Buggie, Horace H. Etzensperger, Flora May Burgess, Sadie Faetkenheuer, Maude Beatrice Burns, Loretta Virginia Burridge, H. Paul Bushea, Jean Calhoun, Clara Mildred Carroll, Helen A. Cawood, Roy Chandler, Frank M. Chapman, Erma C. Churchill, Esther Louise Cole, Lawrence C. Collister, Frances King Cool, Howard M. Corlett, Spencer D. Farrell, Margaret Mary Feldman, Arthur Joseph Fetzer, Agnes Louise Fix, Elmer Fleming, Claude A. Flescher, Clarence T. Foote, Ruth Llewellyn Ford, Cyrus C. Foster, Raymond P. Friend, William Howard Frost, Zora Fuller, Carl W. Fuller, Ralph NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT Juniors-Class of iO9 Ganson, Miriam Elizabeth Gillmore, Mary Jane Glaser, Clara Gleichman, Cedric Gorman, Winnifred B. Goss, Leonard K. Grant, Attilla C. Gray, Ruth Emma Greene, Gladys Virginia Gregg, Ruth Sadie Groom, Lillian Grover, Irene Hazel Grute, Helen Hall, Robert Hamburg, Gertrude Hansen, Florence A. Harmon, Hugh Harsh, Curtis McNaughton Hart, Earl E. Hart, Juliet Thorne Hassler, Robert C. Haver, Harry W. Haver, Thomas Hawkins, Gertrude C. Hawkins, I. Isabella Hayes, Mary Davy Haytl, William Hart Helm, Charles A. Horsburgh, Robert George Howk, Evabeth Hurley, Martha Jaeger, Henry P. Jardine, Lucy Jenkins, Katherine Barnes Jenkins, Marguerite M. Judson, Darwin A. Kappler, Mildred L. Kendall, Mildred A. Kenealy, Amy Catherine Kennedy, 'Edna Kilmer, Melvin Daniel Knecht, Howard Franklin Koplin, Roy James Krieg, Charles N. Kunze, Ethel E, Lander, William P. Langdon, Mildred J. Latimer, Ruth Viola Leidereiter, Bertha Lilley, Genevieve M. Lux, Hugo Lux, Lillian Rose Mac Knight, Jennie L. McAninch, Ralph McCreary, Arlowene Isabella McDaniel, Augustus McDonald, D. Marsh McGregor, Carrie Belle Manchester, Sherman Amos Martin, Elsie M. Meade, Mary Ellen Melaragno, Filomena May Miller, Helen Miller, Ransom Gurden, Jr. Mitchell, Jesse J. Monroe, Grace Angela Morgan, Allen Gilbert Morris, Harvey Adelbert Morse, Frances Cooke Murawsky, Elma Charlotte Murphy, Genevieve Newburn, Ethel May Nicholls, Bessie Grace Noble, Edson J. Nussdorfer, Edwin J. Nutting, Morley O'Brien, George J. Olmsted, Harold McLain Onstine, Hazel Estellyn Orin, George F. 36 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL juniors-Class of ,09 Orr, Clifford Benson Orr, Walter C. Palmer, Ervin B. Park, Anna Marguerite Parr, S, Mildred Parsons, Howard Scott Patchin, Erle Monroe Pauli, Charlotte Ottilie Payne, Martha Robinson Payne, Olive Peck, Lionel Peckinpaugh, Roger T. Phillips, Clyde A. . Probeck, Edwin John Regan, Mary Magdaline Resek, Marc Rice, Victor A. Riebel, Laura May Ries, Donna Inez . Riley, Marie Bernadine Roche, Arthur J. Rockwell, Stephen Rogers, Lilah Helen Ruoif, Albert Ruoff, Helen Matilda Rusbatch, Margaret Ryan, Leo Joseph St. Clair, Ralph Salter, Helen Marjorie Sampliner, Jerome M. Sanborn, Harold J. Sawyer, Eugene Frank Schlecht, Carl A. Schwan, Vera Pauline Scott, Waid W. Sharp, William G. Siller, Marie Slade, Ethel May Small, Philip L. Spangler, George joseph Sprague, George'S. Stanley, Lelia Marie Steffen, Florence Strong, Theodore Stevens Sutherland, N. Bernice Talmage, Rhea Tappen, Adriana Putnam Taylor, Esther Teare, Edward J. Thompson, James F. Thompson, Robert Timberlake, Marguerite Travis, Leonard F. Turner, M. Edith Uehling, Adele Van Duzer, Frederick A. Vickery, Howard Leroy Vilas, Charles Vokes, Hilda Victoria 4 Voth, Paul Henry Wadsworth, Paul Kingsbury Wagner, Marie Florence Walker, Orville C. Walsh, Elizabeth Markey Waltz, Claude Waltz, Leon J. Warden, Margaret Mary Warner, John Morris Webb, Kathleen Weiss, Wilbur G. Wells, Maud Ethel White, Bessie Mae Whitman, W. Freeman Whitmore, W. Harold Williamson, Edna Agnes Wilson, Edna Wiseman, Florence Clyda Witham, Walter Marsdin Wuflli, John Wychgel, Jacob N. Zavitz, Jessie Verena Zimmerman, Hugo A. NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 37 Sophomore History H joy! Back to school. We began our career as High and Mighty Sophomores on September 9, 19073 a day which was celebrated by the boys and girls all over the city. With ill-concealed glee we watched the freshmen as they wandered around the building and wended their way toward the auditorium. As we look back we remember when we were Hats and were as green as freshmen generally are. We remember when we proudly came for the first time to East High, Hourishing our certificates as we walked, when we waited patiently for about three weary hours, and when we had our kindergarten party. We then looked forward to the time when we would be Sophomores. The year finally passed by and on the next September we arrived at our first longed-for goal. We were Sophomores. For a while we were satisfied but now we have another goal. We await the time when we shall be Seniors. With this in mind we started in for another year's work. We finished the year of 1907, and returned on january 6, 1908, with resolutions galore. On March 12 and on four days of the next week one of the English classes pre- sented As You Like It, the production of which was fairly good considering the circumstances, but not quite equal to the rendering of it given by the Julia Marlowe Co., which the class saw later on. u With a vision of standing on the stage and giving our orations Cc? else 1rying to remember themj we toiled over our examinations and went home to await our fate, to rest for about twelve weeks and to gather again on the next September as Juniors. 38 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUA Sophomores-Class of '10 Abels, Clara Blanche Aborn, Marjorie Adams, Hewitt C Akers, jack Alexander, Viola Rose Almack, Elosia Eugenia Alton, George F. Apple, Louise Aring, Elmer Ernest Armstrong, Nell Austin, Julia Heaton Avery, Grace A Awig, Walter F. Badger, Allan C. Bartlett, Florence Emily Baumann, jacob P. jr. Beattie, Roberta Frances Beck, Stella L. Becker, Reinhold E. ' Beighlee, Carl Bennett, Ethel Bennett, William S. Bidlingmayer, Mabell Bighouse, Marie Geraldine Bill, Clifford E. Blair, Hugh Malcolm Blesch, George H. Bluem, Elsie Estelle Blum, Miriam S. Boddy, Ross McDonald Bradley, Louise Mae Brown, Harriet M. Burridge, William A. Bushea, Anna Butler, Eleanore Marie Buzek, Arthur J. Carr, Frank Carrier, Harold Ray Carroll, Henry Francis Casey, joseph P. Castner, Wave Femma Chaiiin, Myrtle Chapman, Pauline Chapman, Rena Eldora Chase, Alice Elizabeth Chisholm, Walter john Church, George A. Clement, William E. Coath, Eva A. Cohen, Mildred Bernice Connor, Winifred Conwell, Eddy B. Coons, Marjorie Fannie Cotter, Josephine Couch, Charles R. Coulton, Mildred Louise Cowing, John A. Cozens, Bettie W. Crawford, Zemena Erma Creedman, Wm. H. Creer, Julia S. Culp, Henry Strong Dalgleish, Marcella Dally, H. William Dalton, Kirke B. Daus, William . Davenport, Clyde L. Davie, Maurice R. Davis, Mabel Carrie de Beauclair, Lawrence W DeHeck, Irene Hayes Dietz, Frank J. Dissette, Ruth M. Distel, Irving W. Donahue, Elmer Donkin, Edward B. Dorman, Henrietta Hurd Doyle, Thos. Heydon Dressler, Walter C. Dudley, Edyth H. NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT Sophomores-Class of '10 Duff, Elizabeth Duncan, Warren S. Dunlavey, Gertrude H. Duekin, Jos. P. Eckert, Mildred Ehler, Helen Embler, Edith May Esch, Kathryn O. Etzensperger, Ethel Farlin, Dan C. Farnsworth, Dudley Ficken, Arthur M. Fischer, Edna Katherine Fleck, William James Flynn, Agnes Loretta Ford, Frank W. Foster, William P. Fowler, Daniel David Fralick, May Bernadette Franz, Ethan W. Ph. Freienstein, Frances Hildegarde Fretter, Lester F. Frey, Raymond W. Fuchs, Louis Charles Funk, Dwight O. Gadbau, Florence May Gafney, Grace Mary Gager, Adelbert F. Geer, Camilla Theresa Geer, Clarence Leroy Gilchrist, Frederick W. Gladding, Oscar S. Glick, Twyla H. Glueck, Mabel M. Goepfert, T. Josephine Goodman, Hilda Selma Gorsline, Marguerite G. Gough, Mae Elizabeth Gould, James B. Goulder, Grace Goulder, Jean Barbara Goulding, Dorothy Olive Gram, Albert Peter Green, Jessie Marie Greene, Genevieve L. Grow, Earl Grundmann, Hattie Emilie Hafemeister, Bessie Hagedom, Arthur F. Hanchette, Oliver Perry Hancock, Earl F. Hanshue, Ruth M. Harper, Margaret Lee Hartley, Roy J. Hartwell, Marguerite Hathaway, Margaret Ruth Hawkins, Laura E. Hawkins, Mary Sarah Heagon, Margaret Genevieve Heiman, Muriel Louise Heinsohn, Gertrude Heintz, Orla T. Heller, Abby Elizabeth Helmer, Florence Marion Hendershot, Jasper T. Hennan, Mary Herbert, Kathryne Herbkersman, Mary Charlotte Herm, Karl August Hock, Edward Walter Hoff, Madeleine Frances Holmes, Noel C. Hopkins, David B. Horan, Marie Martha Horner, Helen Jeanette Horner, Louis E. Horner, William W. Horsburgh, T. Percival Hcstetter, Anna Marie 40 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUA Sophomores-Class of '10 Hunt, Pauline Helen Irr, Anthony J. Irr, Clement Andrew Irvine, Kenneth Jaeger, Carl Henry Jenkins, Albert Henry Jewitt, Homer M. Keeler, Horace Keeman, Mary Anna Keevan, Corrine J. Kenworthy, Howard Garver Kirby, Edmund J. Kirian, Sylvia J. Kirkwood, Ruth R. Kloepfer, Hazel Knobloch, Hilda M. Koehler, Fred W. Kohl, William Edward Koelkebeck, Julian Krauss, Edwin Anthony Kunz, Helen F. Lanphear, Helen Larson, Elmer C. Lederer, Henry Lemon, Leon B. Lerch, Mary Claire Lewis, Herbert Liebing, William Lindus, Carrie Whipple Long, Thomas Loomis, Hazel Adell Lyttle, Rylma C. McCracken, Florence Hazel McKitterick, George Nunn McMyler, Angela Agnes McPeck, Kendall McQuilkin, Almeda M. Mackie, Florence Burns Madigan, Irene Louise Madigan, Walter B. Malone, Lillian Mann, Richard F. Manning, Russell C. Manzelman, Earle H. Marcuson, Dora Martin, Bessie J. Mathews, Helen LeLand Mathews, Joseph May, Clarence Meermans, Howard John Megathey, Ruth Merrett, Merle D. Miller, Joseph G. Moffitt, Josephine Adele Moore, George L. Morgenstern, Norma E. Mulhern, Ruth H. Mulligan, Genevieve Marie Mutch, Gertrude Katherine Narwold, Carl Fred Nicholls, Janie Augusta Noonan, Irving Norton, Guy M. Nussdorfer, Theodore J. Nutting, Ruth Ockert, Paul Joseph Oldham, Laura May Oliver, Edwin Isaac Oster, Frances Marguerite Ovington, Florence Ovington, William Paden, Marian Louise Papier, Carl H. Parrish, Amos W. Jr. Parthemer, Gail F. Peckinpaugh, Louise H. Phelps, Caroline Pickering, Samuel F. Pierce, Clay B. Poland, Tom NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT Sophomores-Class of '10 Pollock, Ralph A. Pond, Ralph Herbert Price, Dorothy Margaret Prosser, John Lester Pyle, Louise Radtke, Courtlandt Rankin, Joseph Edward Reader, Elsie Irene Redding, William C. Reeve, Hazel Reeve, Roy Ross Rehark, Chauncey C. Rehark, Helen Louise Reichard, Willis Repp, A. Leroy ' Rich, Ruth Ernestine Richards, James H. Richardson, Encell Campbell Rieley, Howard Roberts, Edith Alice Robeson, Sarah Weltha Roche, Walter Rogers, Alice Mabel Romanis, Harold J. Roodhuyzen, Violet Royce, Gardner Samman, George Sanderson, Vida Sayle, Margaret A. Scannell, Ethel S. Schleman, Royden Henry Schmell, Alice A. Schulz, Alvina Schwarzenberg, Ruth Seavey, Ione C. Sebelin, Karl Henry Seelbach, Marie L. Sharp, Margaret Sharp, F. Ray Sharpe, Ralph Howard Shehan, Clare Isabelle Shields, Clara Marie Shirk, Herbert Shriner, Marie Lucille Shumway, Wallace A. Siess, Walter F. Sill, Eleanor Sinek, Herbert Lawrence Sloan, Verna Belle Smith, Glenn A. Smith, james C. Smith, William Sneyd, James William Sohl, Frederick Solomon, Leonard Solomon, W. Wallace Spalding, Russell Spero, Ethel Sponseller, Florence Sprague, Virginia Stadden, Queen Margaret Steele, Mureal Mossie Stevens, Don L. Stevens, Gladys E. Stohlmann, Irene Louise Stranahan, Vernon D. Stratman, Florence Strohm, Ely F. Stuart, George Stwan, Sidney R. Tawney, Harry C. Tewksbury, Roger Greene Thompson, William Stirling Thomsen, Edna Bertha Tozer, Dorothy Ione Tremaine, B. Carl Tremeer, Mildred Trope, Alexander G. Urban, Purley Lyman Van Tress, Juanita Alice 42 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Sophomores-Class of '10 Viesey, Gladys D. Walker, Bessie M. Walker, Eleanor Beatrice Walker, Mellie May Warburton, Cowin Weatherhead, Albert J. Weaver, Florence Weaver, Jeannette G. Webb, Arnold Webster, Clyde Henry Wedow, Charles Wells, Rhea Blythe Wick, Joseph Reed Wilbery, Bessie Wilhelm, Alma Elaine Wilkins, Eleanor Williams, Leonard R. Wills, Harold Edward Wills, Laura Elsie Wilmot, Bessie Wiseman, Grace Wiseman, Sylvester E. Witzel, Dorothy Wolfkill, Frances Louise Wood, Leslie Carl Wright, Carey Alden Wright, Paul B. Wurzbach, Genevieve Qi 27 W CQ? x W 2. E l 'l . x 7 X I L1 Kvhxgtl-1 'X A: K XXX 1 ,xv N 0 M W If L V X 'o 6 NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 43 Freshmen-Class of 09' OTHING but Hats, nothing but flats. But we're A major Hats, and are filled with loyalty to our class and Mrs. Manchester's pies. The beginning of our short, sweet career was that eventful day in September, when we all, after hunting from cellar to garret, found the Audi- torium. There we were informed by various members of the faculty that we were a very, very fine class. I've never heard any remarks to the contrary. Then came the Freshman Reception, alias Baby Show. At that time we introduced our fond parents to our still fonder teachers. We see this was, a sad mistake, for they have often met since on less friendly terms ffor instance, when we are informed that that worthy pedagogue of algebra and proverbs has had a confidential talk with our paterj. But our one relief fromi the monotonous routine of school life is rhetoricals. There we listen to remarks, pleasant and otherwise Cmostly otherwisej, from the dignified and philosophical seniors. They're so proud of themselves that they won't even notice us. But there is one consolation-if we get through this year fwhich is very doubtfulj, we may, in time, rise to a place where we may look down on others. Till that time, there is no need of dignityg and whenever occasion demands, let everyone stand up and give a cheer for the class of 1911. . 44 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Freshmen-Class of '09 Abbott, Raymond Abell, Martha Winnie Alexander, Doris Emma Alldridge, May Nellie Anderson, George Samuel Andrews, Robert Short Andrus, Marie Arey, Jack Haywood Arms, Thomas Seelye Amstrong, Raymond Walter Baer, Gertrude Baehr, Lester Willard Baker, Nina May Barber, Eleanor Myrtle Barnhardt, Mary Margaret Barton, Dorothy Barton, Paul Russell Bauder, Helene Bauman, Raymond Dwight Beardslee, Flora Sterling Bechhold, Beatrice Mary Bennington, Earl Bergner, Arthur Beveridge, Dorma Elizabeth Bigelow, Mark MacK1ain Billenstein, Myra Bingham, Miles Franklin Bishop, Robert Spitzer Bittner, Elsie Blackwell, Arthur Lawrence Blair, Janet Kirkpatrick Blanchard, Ruth Viona Blenkhorn, Carl William Blepp, Robert Henry Boddy, Carrie Edna Boeckling, George Anthony Boyd, Hugh Meredith Bradley, Harriet Lorna Breeze, Rita Brothers, Hazel Elizabeth Brown, Hugh Edward Brown, Pauline Brown, Rowena Birdsall Bruce, Dorothy Winifred Bruce, Wallace William Bucholz, Robert John Bugbee, Drullard Bugbee, Frances Leota Burgess, Agnes May Burke, Helen Lucy Burton, Robert Olden Burton, Ruth Businger, Pauline Magdalene Butler, Julia Lucille Cahill, Raymond Cain, Edna Iowa Cain, Walter Carolan, Leo James Carrington, Myrtle Edna Cash, Albert Arthur Chittenden, Iden Chopp, Wilford Church, Ruth Colquitt Clarke, Fred William Clark, Ruth Mildred Clement, Ernest James Clima, Myrtle Theresa Cochran, Helen Mildred Conant, Howard Mason Coombs, Lydia Genevieve Corlett, Harvey Albert Crawford, Letha Valera Daniel, Edgar Daniels, Robert Fredrick Daniels, Roger Urech Davenport, Edwin Earl Davies, Florence Margaritta Davis, Lucille Henrietta Dayton, Neil Avon de Beauclair, Adelheid Rose NINE TEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT Freshmen-Class of '09 De Celle, Lauren Deem, Glenna De Gollier, Adele Irene Dellinger, Marie Ruth De Ott, Norma Marie Deter, Waldemar William Dettmann, Clifford Frank Diebold, Ethel Marie Diemer, Clarence Dill, Marian Evelyn Dippel, Margherita Dodd, Ethel May Doexel, Vincent Arthur Doig, Ruth Bella Dole, Mildred Doyle, Charles Doyle, Harry Edward Drake, Earl Walter Dressler, Amanda Drucker, Darrell Drucker Delos Drummey, Clara Dunlap, Louise Marie Dunne, Vera Belle Dustin, George Miller Eckhardt, Henry Alvin Edge, Evelyn Pope Egger, Florence Eging, Anna Eva Eibler, Helen Marguerite Eich, Clarence Elliott, Maybelle Claire Elliott, Olive Honor Ellison, Lillian Alice Elwood, Edward john Elwood, john Empkey, Herbert Wilfred Engel, Albert Englander, Jeane Ertel, Elton Hoyt Ernst Evans, Evans, Evans, Evans, Florine Maretta Sebastian Marguerite Verena Sadie Jane Feil, Anna Feil, Ara May Feller, Carolyn Fenner, Alfred James Findlay, Albert Christy Fish, Charles Patrick Fix, Marie Foerste, Ralph Follansbee, Gilbert Ralph Ford, David Knight Ford, Paul Hammond Foster, Harry Foster, Robert Hiram Francis, Percy Joseph Frater, Charles Freienstein, Elsa Antoinette Fritz, Lena Frost, Ira Chester Fuller, Sterling Fulton, Helen Elizabeth Gales, Nathan Garland, Grace Florence Garrett, George Easil Gilbert, Esther Lucile Gill, Bessie Amelia Glasgow, Ruth Anna Goens, Emma Florence Goerss, Alma Amanda Goodfellow, Alice Ruth Goulder, William Herron Grabien, .Leona Nannetta Graham, James Patrick Grant, Raymond Greening, Fannie Gregory, Arnold Gregory, Saloma Sylva 46 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Freshmen-Class of '09 Grether, Elroy Louis Groman, George Gross, Nelson Hach, George Hagedorn, Clarence Edward Hagen, Milton Hall, Myrtle Mae Hancock, Clarence Le Roy Hatcher, Harry Tuthill Haver, Helen Hayes, Francis Thomas Heberlein, Carrie Heberlein, Fred Hecker, Amelia Helm, Emerson Bennett Henning, Cleveland Hensley, Antoinette Marie Herbert, Anita Rosetta Herbert, Thomas John Herringshaw, George' Macdonald Herron, John Hickox, Leroy Darce Hicks, Clarence Raymond Higley, Raymond ' Hill, Dudley Newton Hill, Eugene Warner Hill, Georgianna Marguerite Hoflland, Frank Leonard Hoffman, Ruth Tibitha Holman, Cragin Frank Hook, Edith Christena Hook, Gullie Caroline Horner, James Horner, James Richey Horning, Hazel Hoyt, Laurance Hummer, Eva Huning, Arthur Huning, Harry Charles Hunt, Benton Paul Hun-ter, Jessie Cameron Hutton, Doris Louise Irwin, Eleanor Jane James, Helen Marjorie Job, Myrtle Evelyn Johnston, Elsie Johnston, Mildred Blanche Johnson, Raymond Washington Johnson, Gertrude Marie Ruth Joseph, Myrtle Keenan, Herbert Aloyius Kelley, Ella Kennedy, Josephine Clare Kenney, William Duke Kingsley, Telford Klein, Florence Knight, Hazel Ione Knisely, Jessie Miriam Knobel, John Kodet, Helen Koehler, Marguerite Lillian Kohl, Ida Amelia Kohl, Minnie Wilamine Koelkebeck, Lily Caroline Konrad, Irene Sophie Kramer, Ralph Joseph Krauss, Alvin Krauss, Charlotte Marie Kunze, Antoinette Francis Lear, Marcella Leavenworth, Edwin Hector Lehman, Sidney Leighton, Ethel Leisk, Ralph Robert Less, Gertrude Winifred Lewis, Helen Bartlett Llewellyn, Dorothy Llewellyn, Elizabeth Llewellyn, Wallar Windsor Long, Marie Helen NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT Freshmen-Class of '09 Longsdorff, Margaret Elizabeth Lucas, Walter Lawrence Ludwig, Ruth Lutz, Joseph Carl Lux, Edna McArt, Willie- McDonough, Lawrence McFarland, Minnietta McGinnis, Grace McGinty, Jay John McKenney, john McKitterick, Louise Altheah McKitterick, Russell John McLernon, Elizabeth Mary McMahon, Merle Elizabeth McManus, Virginia Mahoney, Aloysis James Mahoney, Richard Alexander Marchand, Ruth Ada Marsh, Amos Osborne Matthews, James Matthias, Alma Isabel Mau, Lucile Hattie Meade, Marguerite Mealey, Ruth Margaret Meaney, Allen Danforth Meckes, Verna Meil, William Meyer, Erma Gertrude Miller, Frank Joseph Millhoff, William Clarence Dimmick Mizer, Clarence Edward Moore, Raymond Harrington Moorehouse, Frances Alberta Morris, Clarence Adelbert Muehlhaeusler, Birdie Mullally, Rose Theresa Mullarky, Edward Augustine Munz, Bertha Mathilda Murray, Mildred Alice Murray, Philip Freeman Nau, Henry Newhall, George Tipton Nichols, Mable Frances Nickels, Elsie Helen Nungesser, Ralph Alfred Oettinger, Walter Joseph Oldag, Florence Edith Oliver, Hortense Oram, Nathalie Ortlieb, Florence Caroline Pack, William Denison Page, Minnie Iola Pallat, Herbert Palmer, Carolyn Papworth, Robert Sanford Parkhurst, Howard James Parsons, Carmen Ercell Pauli, Irma Emma Perrin, Harold Peterson, Thorwald Hellick Petitt, Norman Petrie, William Sutherland Petrosky, Olga Pfoiiinger, Louis Phillips, Victor Bourn Pickett, Blanche Florence Playter, Ruth Marion Porter, Clarence William Porter, Fanny Porter, Walter Howard Potts, Donald Conway Pratt, Charles Joseph Preston, Bruce Brookes Price, Hazel Price, Melville Wolf Printz, Arthur Probeck, Helen Marguerite Prosser, Guy Worthington Purrenhage, Irving Charles 48 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Freshmen-Class of '09 Queisser, Robert Louis Jr. Radcliffe, Percy Lace Redington, Fay Luree Reich, Isadore Reich, Myrtle Reynolds, Howard Wilson Rice, Marguerite Elizabeth Richardson, Fred William Rieley, Gordon Risley, Dalton Jr. Rogers, Frank Hartman Rogers, George Rogers, Paul Rook, Ruth Rosenberger, Harry Clifford Rosinski, Anton Ross, Emma Ross, Norman McDonald Rothgery, Leo Joseph Royce, Mary Davis' Ruddy, Mary Sack, Hazel Helen Samman, Helen Caroline Sampliner, Helen Ruth Saudey, Jane Miles Sawyer, Ketchum Fredrick Scarff, Douglas Thomas Schaefer, Rose Gertrude Schlegel, Norman Carl Schmehl, Katherine Margaret Schmell, Alice Anna Schmitt, Walter Jacob Schreitle, Grover Schutthelm, Mildred Helen Scobie, William Robert Seiders, Helen Agnes Shaner, Helen Marguerite Sharp, Milton Kirk Sherbondy, Clinton Hermon Sheridan, Harold Francis Shimansky, Karl Siebenharr, Edythe Edna Sifling, Marion Sue Sindermann, Florence Slater, Helen Mary Smith, Dorothy Smith, Henry Smith, Kent Hale Smith, Leslie Grant Smith, Osborn Bishop Smith, Sylvester Leroy Stage, Raymond Greene Stanley, Hugh Steigerwald, Carl Anton Stevenson, Neil Doumont Stoll, Marie Storey, Bernadette Catharine Story, Clarence Strang, Edward Strauss, Cecil Striegel, Cecelia Marguerete Strong, Grace Adelaide Sullivan, Grover John Sutherland, Maud Ella Sutorius, Leonard Tegner, Florence Tengler, Elsie Bernice Terry, Julia Thomas, Helen Thompson, Vera Gertrude Thorman, Harold Marx Tobin, Eloise Tonnies, Arthur Anthony Tousley, Electa Florida Treter, Howard Arthur Tyler, Miriam Streator Unger, Hermine Anna Van Sittert, Pearl Vokes, Evelyn Wadsworth, Walter NINE TEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT Freshmen-Class of '09 Wagner, Clark Elizabeth Waite, Ralph Dixon Walker, Emma Elizabeth Walker, Marguerite Wallace, Stanhope Dean Walsh, Albert Warner, Fred David Warren, Marguerite Elise Warren, Raymond Ivan Watkins, Arthur Caldwell Watson, Dorothy Grace Watson, Jennie Helena Watson, Ray Nelson Weaver, Earl Harry Webber, Dorothy Maude Webster, Earl Geddes Weiss, Adrian Emmanuel Welker, Earl Charles Wells, Bessie White, Gladys White, Paul Henry Wightman, Ruby Wilkins, Janet Wines, Norris Earl Wood, Frank Wilber Young, George Benham -as-Dy.. ' le, l M X Q X Qs 6 New M 4? mmf W0 E A I A N - 4 ll 5 Q8 Xxx J, N 'Sufi 'X E , Wy wtllliffr 54 '23 -'jk' N ' r , ., A t l f W ga W1 I I 0' A .5 -,: I WJC X W ' ' ,P V I MQ! ' .f 1 S ff. F-'ii C x , lx COMMENCEMENT SPEAKERS Alfred Corrigan Malcolm Yost Thomas Hann Rotha Richmond Florence Rannells Bessie Keneal y Pearl H im melm an V erna H ull Frank Rob5 YJUH VALENTIN x 52 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Athletics HE year 1907-1908 marks the beginning of a new era in the history of athletics at East. The complete charge of our various athletic organizations has been centered in one man, Mr. Dawson. Mr. Dawson was called in at a critical time to preserve the prestige of old East and has made his ability as a coach quite apparent by the excellent showing our teams have made. The school has been fortunate in having the able assistance of Mr. Wood as faculty manager of athletics, and of Mr. Twiggs as treasurer of the Athletic Association. The great eleven which represented East this year more than fuli-illed the expectations of all. The prospects of the basketball, track, base ball, and tennis teams are unusually bright. Truly we may hope to make this the banner year in the athletic history of our school. 'i-.6252-'1i5S?.Er1 ' V - ' Am 5 I ,V TA If 5, mn ' i flzill I liiilwllllm I, Ziilllllfib JL l ff 1127 1 if ' X f xv' if 'Ili fi , ' . e 1... f , '51 , : r unltinll' 45 M ' l my lrll E jp.. . Wfwngygli -sQ'Mrsgi!ll!. '-:if .vuutii will i llfdllunfi . Wi' 'lin - UU' ' riff - A5145 vf- f' ' iyylln . . .,. ,, 4-1:-:iiiR'5ii 1 5 f fa?-ia. if f W ' - f 5 f ' fl le' ' if W f :Wal W.Zi2,.,5..5:,,wfm'!P - HMJKQE- 'ZZ HE football team of this season, composed mostly of fellows who have never before made the football E, played a splendid game and succeeded in landing the interscholastic championship of North- Tern Ohio. At the beginning of the season, with but three men of the preceding year's varsity, Captain Roby, Sprack and Ahlman, in school, and with a new coach, unacquainted with the candidates and their individual playing abilities, things looked a trifle gloomy. The school spirit, however, came to the rescue. Candidates sprang up on all sides. The line was full of opportuni- ties, not a varsity linesman being in school. This, however, after a merry con- test had taken place between the candidates, was Filled with fellows fully capable of holding their own against the best in the state. The long period of fall practice previous to the opening of the schedule was used to great advantage by Coach Dawson in rounding the team into shape. The various opposing teams were met and defeated. The season closed with a total of two hundred and seventy points for East and five for her' opponents, a record of which East may well be proud. The captaincy this year was excellently filled by Frank Roby. He won the hearts of the players and the student body, as well as the faculty, by his magnificent playing and his true sportsmanship. Student Manager Harold Mosier deserves the hearty thanks of all for his painstaking labors. Sincere gratitude is also due Mr. Ted Wanstall for his spirit of good will toward the school. At the close of the season he generously gave to the school a handsome cup. It is to be contested for by East, Central, University and Shaw and is to be the permanent possession of the school winning it three times in succession. East already has one leg of it. Clarence Ahlman, who played a brilliant game at end this year, has been chosen as captain of next season's eleven. Ralph Bauman will manage next year's team. NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 55 Foot Ball S fff FW Q .Q QNX? X 1 , I ' QL k' ' X , 3 ' . K X I 1 any - V ,I I N Line-up. Varsity Position Peckinpaugh . . . .... .Left End.. . . . Hanley ...... Cool Sinnott . . Pollock O'Brien . . . . Peck ...... Robblee .... C. Ahlrrzan ....... . . . Sprackling ...... Roby CCaptain D ..... '... L. Ahlman ....... . . . Ryan Flesher ' ' ' .Left Tackle. .... . .Left Guard .... ...Center ..... ... Right Guard ..... Right Tackle ..... .Right End ...... Quarter Back .Left Half... . . ..Ful1 Back..'. . . ....Right Half.. .. X N X . A . J. 'A C Scrubs . . . . Burridge Jaeger . . .. McAninch ..... Roche Smith McDaniel . ............. . Cooke Prosser CCaptainj ............Cummer Mlller .. Risley NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 57 Basketball ITH four of last year's team back in school and an abundance of promising men available the basket ball team started its schedule with the highest of hopes, under the competent leadership of George Ol'Brien. The players on the team were fellows who had had experience and who knew the game in every detail. , Coach Dawson worked hard with the boys and organized a team quite capable of upholding the honor of the school. Manager Goss prepared a difficult schedule which was an excellent test of the team's superiority. In the early part of the season Captain O'Brien received an injury which compelled him to stop practice. Although he was unable to play he showed the true spirit. Almost every afternoon he was up in the gymnasium coach- ing and encouraging the fellows. The team selected Jim Prosser to act as captain. jim stepped in and played his part like a veteran. The results of his leadership show that the team was fully justiiied in selecting him to temporarily succeed George. Schedule of Basketball Team. 'C' ' East Opponents Jan. 18-East vs. Coshocton at Coshocton.34 16 24-East vs. Canton at Canton ....... 31 21 -,x '31-East vs. Oberlin High at East .... 16 14 K 51 Feb. 8-East vs. Shaw at Shaw .......... 19 16 ff 15-East vs. Coshocton at East ...... 39 17 Y 22--East vs. U. S. at East ........... 22 4 f AM, 28-East vs. Central at East ........ 10 17 I Mch. 7-East vs. Shaw at East ........... 26 29 ' , QQ. 14-East vs. Canton at East ......... 21 16 If ff ffl, 20--East vs. Central at Central ....... 31 17 Vi If BASKET BALL. Lineup. I Peckinpaugh ................ .Left Forward. fy' Prosser ...... ........... R ight Forward. -V O'Brien CCD ..... . ....... Center. Sprackling .... ..... R ight Guard. 7' 7, llloby ....... ...... L eft Guard. .J I aeger ..... . . . l H . Cool ..... . . . Substitutes. Mehr Flesher ................ J ..... 5 Baskets from field: Peckinpaugh 39, Sprackling 23, Prosser 21, O'Brien 8, Roby 4, Jaeger 4, Wedow 2, Cool 1. Baskets from foul: Prosser 23, O'Brien 15, Peckinpaugh 7. Individual point scores: Peckinpaugh 85, Prosser 65, Sprackling 46, O'Brien 31, Roby 8, Jaeger 8, Wedow 4, Cool 2. NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 59 Basket Ball Leagues HIS year the gymnasium workers, and especially the lower classmen were very enthusiastic over basketball. Through the efforts of Mr. Wuesthoff three leagues, the Freshman, Sophomore, and Junior and Senior leagues were organized. Each league was divided into four groups. The teams fought not only for the league championships, but also for the group championship. Besides playing basketball they contested for the championships in broad-jumping and relay-racing. LEAGUE AND GROUP DIVISION. Freshman League. Group I. Group II. Group III. Group IV. Standards Harpies Vikings Cyclopes Corsairs Eclipses Nestors Woodwards Crows Crescents Mars Calumets , 47' . Sophomore League. V Tyros Y ' , Rhios '7 W Milos p 94' Sioux A Modocks U Oneidas W ' M Helions . Fi.. Spartans ' X y . 0' Junior and Senior League. n ZA Stars , ' I- I- Eagles '- A Tigers Ravens T Mercurys 1 Ag Orioles 'll 1 I 1 ' n llltl sl 'le u lla 60 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Baseball HERE should be considerable interest centered in the base ball team this spring for there will be back in school an unusually large num- ber of men who made their E last spring. A team containing such players as Peckinpaugh, Sprack, Clarence Ahlman, Louis Ahlman, Hanley, Prosser and O'Brien, should make a sensation in scholastic circles. The team will be captaineld by Roger Peckinpaugh who may be depended upon to turn out a victorious nine. Manager Maloney has prepared a schedule which will keep the fellows moving. BASEBALL SCHEDULE. April 29-South High. May 1-Glenville High. May 9-Detroit High at Cleveland. May 15-Lincoln High. May 20-Shaw High. May 22-Central High. ' - May 29-Open. June 6-U. S. June 10-West High. K-K Baseball Line-up '07. .-. K f X O'Brien, Sprackling ........ Catcher E Siegrist, C. Ahlman. . . . . .Pitcher ' IMA I L. Ahlman .............. First Base X fi' Wuiili, Dougherty ..... Second Base Q g ' Af Hanley ................ Third Base A if if Peckinpaugh, .... ..... S hort Stop .. ' Knight ...... ..... C enter Field L Prosser .... ...... L eft Field L Farasey.. . . ..... Right Field '22-:iraq . , 3-'hc 62 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL N the past year or two East has sprung into prominence in track athletics. The track team of the present year has a difficult task to perform. It must uphold the reputation of the school in this branch of athletics. Captain Davis, a short-distance runner of unequaled skill, is leading the fellows this year most wisely. A few stars left school last spring but those remaining, together with a large number of candidates, are daily doing the cross-country stunt. Enthusiasm is running high and all expect a most suc- cessful season. Manager Cooke has prepared a schedule and is looking after the interests of the team. ' -'ffm is MX, ,291 , V ' Z if WZ H3 tffx k I 1' +- , ff X f . if , ' X .y ., iiri A , is .-A Nxt . .2 N-5, 1. -2' - DATES FOR THE EAST HIGH TENNIS TEAM East East East East East East Central-May 13 fat Centralj U. S.-May 16 Cat U. SJ Shaw-May 20 Qat Eastj. U. S.-May 23 fat Eastj. Central-May 28 Cat Eastj. Shaw-june 3 Cat Shawj. Harold Mos1er Manager Football Ralph Bauman Ass't Manager Football Clarence Maloney Manager Baseball Watson Cooke Manager Track Mr. R. H. Dawson Leonard Goss Coach Manager Basketball I Roger Peckinpaugh Captain Baseball George O'Brien Captain Basketball Frank Roby Captain Football '08 Clarence Ahlman Captain Football '09 James Prosser Acting Captain Basketball Arthur Davis Captain Track NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 67 Societies In union there is strength. Alone, even a powerful man is powerless. A piece of coal, red-hot though it may be, simply consumes itself to no pur- pose, unless there be others with it. Thus man needs man, and the bonds of society. Each man is to his neighbor a living coal, and according to his power, he irradiates something to inspire his comrade, and to kindle the iire of good-will. Sometimes it is the flame of enthusiasm, again of sympathy, sympathy in another's joy and sorrow. From the warmth and strength of a society thus formed, we aim to give forth something which we have gained, from association. Omify. ' 7? ,A r T azassf 251551 lofi UC ne b .Wce'9f,5cJer7f' ', un5e 5? 'Recofdtn jgrcfaf . Q 0597? mend xi 655.5 eneay 5V DOG!-4? re 24 fm Q' '7 'e!B59' ce T7'Ga,5urer- ,' my Hgrlnckfjl F537 Gqfki I i jzbggblve 'Ulm ,jecorylfffic an 6' EICHAFJ Gaoriefi-r' W 'Pe.rlH1fnmeln1N7 jegeanf-Affhfrfj . J'FvzLc1y. 3 ieflryrier ofz Lucy Aefkei 1 EAZZQAIAWE 5uym flogfe ,ma g 1 r f c IKM 3'3L'fZ 7 517: 1 . 5'2l'fr + Henrieffa. Ciewrrgef' Joafpivive 'Farce ' HAZ!! 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Ralph Akins jay Barnum Clarence Bluem Fred Burridge Reid Coleman Watson Cooke Alfred Corrigan Arthur Davis Thomas Hann Clarence Hemmings Lincoln Hemmings Leon Holdstein ' Malcolm Yost ...........President . . . . . . . . . .Vice President . . . . .Recording Secretary . . . . .Master of Ceremonies ..............Treasurer . . . . .Sergeant-at-Arms Clarence Maloney Harold Mosier Henry Nash Arthur Newman Cleve Pomeroy James Prosser Henry Robblee Frank Roby Earl Sprackling Oscar Starrett Carleton Truman Albert Wilhelm NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 73 Qfff4Ya:,r3.3.,.. 1. I, i--' .' Pi: 1 . - -w if - 'iii lififr- -5-I di- ' 'oem-.'-Isis '-pr4j 'g'ag5 Y '?LTfQ5f 1'X -Z3 I5l3Lj 522-Tz2?!'1'?-I-5 5 X -..-3:1-11-.,.-. ifhffi-1--. ?s.i ' 1 -1 V e-',e 'f ' . -'-. . rf-: 1: ':'::. -' -1 -'.- I'-.'z1 ' . '--' ' 1 .'f-Z: - -15 4 .'F2 Qml 7 1:1 4'-s'.i3f-.x,L-fat : '3'J-' :NL ' if - - - :fi v:'k.- .-'-'LC .-'.'-'12 l:!:' -:fn i- ..1-' .6-' fx ,Fi ,- .':i i,f4',-1-- .9 --r 25. i 2: :ug Ir ' L. -.1 , af.- . .15 ' ..z' ,',:'?f'rL ,5. 21: ,-: . --,- -.. g., I u,. ',: .-,g 5 g- 3 :- 2' ,-'- , .-511' .-,Z-',,-5 21.417 ' -1- '- . 1. .y:.3uY- -Ili 151 - 1' 'zvz .q5:-rfe?T,.:1- ,w '-L',,-:.-3,-43 ning. . 5 x, ,J g 'f iz, ..,f,g:1,--.'-1-uw'-.'-:.'.:-.11 ' .z'..-.v...2l.ff:ea.f..-fx I w 1 ' 1' J ,I ,u. ,- -,fyh it - :trn-gy.'f ' -1:55 ' -r 1., DEMOSTHENEAN SOCIETY. WILLIAM G. SHARP ............,................ .......... P resident EDSON J. NOBLE ......... ..... V ice President HAROLD M. OLMSTED.. .. ........ Secretary CLYDE A. PHILLIPS ..... .......... T reasurer WAID W. SCOTT ...... ........... .... S e rgeant-at-Arms Mr. John Clarence Ahlman Robert C. Allen Ralph Bauman Richard L. Billson Norman A. Boyle Horace Buggie Lawrence C. Cole Spencer D. Corlett Leslie J. Dawes Cyrus Ford Leonard Goss Curtis M. Harsh Robert C. Hassler William Hayt Darwin A. Judson Melvin D. Kilmer Howard F. Knecht A. Eisenhauer ..... Members. Roy J. Koplin Charles N. Krieg Edson J. Noble Edwin J. Nussdorfer Harold M. Olmsted Howard S. Parsons Clyde A. Phillips Victor A. Rice Arthur J. Roche Stephen G. Rockwell Eugene F. Sawyer Waid William Scott William G. Sharp Paul H. Voth W. Freeman Whitman Walter Witham J. N. Wychgel ..................FacultyMember 4 74 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL I HHAA il' --.i't lb . . ' 117- I Q 'L Z2 160 I 4 - ., .Q e- ff- 44 awk--in 315: 2 167- H-Sig My A., .,f,-. ' .. , n'-x-all ..-f .ff af, . .11 'ff S+-1131, x11'7'fu ' ' 'fr ' S f f f-'.' ' 7:-2-'.-5. 59A V? A... ,..,.-I -1, ,-,gf ,,., -- ..- -. - - .pgf u'.1.f.f --.H ,V - A --:H r , : 7, -.fb :4,.:,'- fi. M fm' 256 - - 15--2212 . - QL.: , -- L- H: - - :av- .-, fn I 1 5 f 1l'n, ' 'fr -- ' x I 1 -f . .aff M. Supl 4 K K fi' f . 5 Q . , , .,. I, I 1,419 Iwata X If f ' w'M',ll 'T Q . ff' 'few if 'N fa, . , .: . i'2lt3f:ff'll. .11 'l ' ,fv 7 X' ,W i15i5Q5Eg5Q:.,:,5,,,'qufa jfzif I .1 -than 51, I L I I f '51, fax i if f fl L-El H, vw- +5 Y- - ,- .-1. A , 7 , . More and more are we realizing the great benefit to be derived from practice in argumentation. These interscholastic contests in the art of debat- ing, promote an excellent kind of friendly rivalry in scholarship. An immense amount of work is required in preparation, but it is this application to some- thing worth the while, which is molding our future oratorsf' Skill in this line involves not only a thorough knowledge of the subject at hand, but a facility in arranging 'the thought logically and comprehensively, and a con- vincing manner of presentation. We are proud of the splendid ability our boys have shown and the interest they have taken in what we consider no small part of our school life. . DEBATES Interscholastic Debating League. February 8th, East vs. Glenville High School. Question: Resolved, That Congress should establish a Central Bank. .. f f. Aflirmative-Glenville. Negative-East. Ben Kittinger, Leader. Harold Mosier, Leader. Ernest Colegrove Clarence Maloney Harold Hyman Henry Nash Albert Leunberger, Alternate. Unanimous decision for the Negative. March 14, East vs. Lincoln High School. Question: Resolved, That the United States should follow the policy of Japanese Exclusion, Alaska and the Island Possessions not considered. Affirmative-East. Negative-Lincoln. Q Alfred M. Corrigan, Leader. Louis F. Goldenbogen, Leader. Clarence F. Bluem Harry F. Juergens Henry C. Robblee Warren C. Snow Oscar G. Starrett, Alternate. Fred G. Volk, Alternate. Unanimous decision for the Negative. HEL' 'V' L: if - 'ff 2 . A. '- ' lil .ri fl? 1 TH ' v- Dgp Schobtssche XX FRVNWO ' -J, , -1 It K . u -l!'J--- 'AHA -1----- f --: E .5F..f'I2F.a .'.if'i--fs 3555-,'Li, EE W --.za-E' aasargi-.1 I , f ff? gif I .2.,s:g,as fff ff,M ,a i ws 1 .f4H ! IW Z 5 47 Hx 4' I? B l :Ei-'1'-.':'-:S,, W A I 5 : I 4f,2f1Q,ff ffl if ---ses 5515, Ii :,f,iE.?, ,l X ,if , -Z -SQ ff , -L-5g:. :.:'r,1:'. J -TQ.-? p- If -1':7--- , 'xg e QW fs, gi gf x 7 555555-.f:5EE!!- -5 ' :N f b H . W ,Q .-..-, fl X f f ,f l- z h eef' S+. H .X X 2,7 f I' lffj, - l N X ' - 'fffff ff' ' M YAAZH 5 . , , ll!! A X 1 ' . W ' ,,, X . bi . W. NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 77 The Orchestra A Members. ' EMMA 1 CAMPBELL ...................... ..... D irector RUTH A. MARCHAND .................... .... P ianist First Violins. julian Koelkebeck Albert Ruoff Alfred Almassy Second Violins Eleanor M. Barber 4 Gertrude Burnett. Robert C. Hassler .... Robert C. Allen .... Paul Hunt ...... Jerome Sampliner X Q Leonard Sutorious ff , .W Xxx Carrie Heberlein . . .Ccllist . . . .Flute Clarinet , I gh , iff ,A A l I f if All 9-mm I ,f x A li' ffl XX f Rim Xl Wh X Qi ll, til l A A Nl F -an tix! ' X V . l. ix if i ,-,. f I 'I Hx , ,. ..1 ,, ,ul f , '1 , W, 1 ' w ' , nf 1 X 4 mf' . 2, 1 , ,I ,, x I l ' 1 k 1 X 5 l X X xx :gy ...... . . ' x ,W fnflw N Il! ffl mi il! 'y:l:llliM mi4i'. W I'fM1I:i 'f ll'r I iixi Illlli In itil, i I NNW I , m .A -A,-.DD R 5M,l ny, I W x Qi .f :- T . . .Cornet Drummer 78 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Rhetoricals FRESHMAN PROGRAMME. October 25, 1907. Welcome ............ . Janet Wilkins Piano Solo ........... . . Ida Kohl Reading- The Legend Beautiful . . Eleanor Barber First Impressions of a Freshman . . Hazel Knight Anecdotes ........ . George Young Cornet Solo . ............ . Paul Hunt RHETORICAL PROGRAMME. November 1, 1907. Piano Solo ................ Anna Miller The Expectations of Pip arranged from Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. I. Pip's Experience in the Churchyard ...... Oscar Starrett II. Christmas Eve at the Blacksmith's . . Lawrence Donaldson III. Pip Fuliills his Promise . . . .... jay Barnum IV. The Christmas Dinner . . . . . Ralph Laubscher V. The Hunt on the Marshes ...... . Jerome Hanley Cornet Solo ................ Ruth Libby Accompanied by Mary Hayes. RHETORICAL PROGRAMME. November 8, 1907. Pip's Expectations -Dickens. Part II. Pip's First Parting from Joe .... . . . Henry Nash Pip Learns of his Expectations . . . . Howard Richardson Joe's Visit to Pip .... . . . Helen Shultz Pip Meets his Benefactor . . . Rotha Richmond Pip Hears the Convict's Story ........ Clarence Maloney The End of Pip's Expectations ........ Elizabeth Burns RHETORICAL PROGRAMME. November 15, 1907. Music ......... V ...... . Orchestra Reading-- The First Piano in Camp ........ Ethel Mead Reading- Don't You? by E. V. Cooke .... Q . Thomas Hann Piano Duet ........... Elizabeth Dawson, Mr. Ellis Reading- john Graham from Letters of a Self-made Merchant to his Son .............. John Rockwell Music .................. Orchestra RHETORICAL PROGRAMME. I November 22, 1907. Piano Duet .......... Gladys Holmes and Ida Gnagi ujathrop Lathrop's Cow ........... Anne Warner Read by Jennie Rogers, Susan Moore, Hazel Fetterman. Piano Solo .............. Gertrude Wagner NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 79 RHETORICAL PROGRAMME. November 27, 1907. Music ............. . . Orchestra Thanksgiving and its Notable Proclamationsu . . Albert Wilhelm Play- The Dressing Gown. Cast. Mrs. Peabody . .... . Christine Schatzinger Miriam .... . . . .... Louise Corry Sarah . . . . . . Verna Hull Mr. Peabody . . Clarence Mellen Angus Kirk . . . Ralph Kaighin Cumber . . . . Carleton Truman Music . . ........... . . Orchestra RHETORICAL PROGRAMME. December 6, 1907. Reading-- When the House is Alone . . . . . Lena Klein Oration- America and the Orient . . Clarence Bluem Our Clock -Jerome K. Jerome ....... . . Elsie Linn Vocal Solo .............. . Hazel Miller RHETORICAL PROGRAMME. December 20, 1907. Music .................. Orchestra The Other Wise Man .......... Henry Van Dyke Read by Cleve Pomeroy, Pearl Himmelman, Walter Hach, Florence Rannells, Alfred Corrigan. Musical Accompaniment .......... Gertrude Wagner I RHETORICAL PROGRAMME. january 10, 1908. Oration . ...... . George Grossman Reading .... . . . . Earl Diebold Reading .... . . Eleanor Konrad Original Monologue . . . Ethel Paisley Oration ................ Leon Holdstein RHETORICAL PROGRAMME. january 24, 1908. Interpretation of The Ancient Mariner . . . Samuel Taylor Coleridge Part I ........... ' .... Neil Clark Part II- - . Charles Foote Part III. . . Allene Kirsch Part IV. . . . Ruth Franz Part V. . . Sophia Wulf Part VI ...... , Jean Salter Part VII ..... . . Frieda Shaw Musical Accompaniment . . Hazel Cockrem 80 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Music .... RH ETO RICAL PROGRAMME. February 7, 1908. Oration- The Lack of Invention among the Ancients . Essay- The Worl as it is To-day . . . Violin Solo . . Oration- Our Next President . . . Orchestra Keith Lawrence . Lucy Sutton . Albert Ruoff . Carl Small Music ........ . Orchestra MUSICAL PROGRAMME. February 18, 1908. Song of Illyrian Peasants ...... Senior and Junior Classes Soprano Solo-- Love the Pedlar ..... Mrs. Sybil Owen Lewis Spring Song ....... . First and Second Year Classes Largo ........ ..... E ast High School Three Green Bonnets . . . .... Mr. W. J. Davis The Pilgrim's Chorus .... . . Senior and Junior Classes Soprano Solo- Song of Waiting . . . . Mrs. Sybil Owen Lewis The Matin Bell . .... . First and Second Year Classes Tenor Solo ....... .... M r. W. D. Jones The Two Grenadiers ........ Senior and Junior Classes RHETORICAL PROGRAMME. February 14, 1908. A True Story of Abraham Lincoln . . . The Corning Exposition of Japan , Poem COriginalj Moriah's Mournin' Original Story At Lincoln's Tomb . . 1 Music .... RHETORICAL PROGRAMME. February 21, 1908. Mildred Ockert . Arthur Davis Corinne Oldham Margaret Moran Bessie Kenealy William Drexel . . Orchestra Hazel Cockrem Tribute to Washington -George M. Curtis Violin Solo .............. Julian Koelkebeck Accompanied by Lily Koelkebeck. A Plea of Brainstorm COriginaD ...... Herman Saurwein 'An Act of Grand Opera -George Ade. ' Introduction ........ . Marie Sinderman NINE TEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 81 Characters. Mrs. Tyler . ..... . Mr. Tyler ........... Janitor ............ JNOSIER 'N GRAND OPERA af' i W r 'rue DRERD 5 A. K Q lf ' finer' N JJ t T he x lp R ! N J p f y x x q l X , f W A N U 'HARKQQ lr X The dread alarm strikes on my nav 'Rwa Silks we me an .wg-x gut- . Claribel Reichard . . Harold Mosier . Henry Robblee Residents. Susan Moore Henry Nash Anne Miller Clarence Mellen Jean Salter Burton Holcomb Geneva Ehler Earl Diebold Louise Corry Jerome Hanley Edith Hornickel Lawrence Donaldson Allene Kirsch Alfred Corrigan Rotha Richmond Earl Sprackling Josephine Pearce Howard Richardson Florence Rannells Keith Lawrence Catherine Wallace Clarence Maloney Ralph Laubscher Elmer Griese Walter Hach Music ................ . Orchestra RHETORICAL PROGRAMME. February 28, 1908. Reading-- Green Mountain Justice ..... Original Story- The Last of the Bards . . . . .Bessie Anderson . . . Anna Blake Sally Ann's Experience, from Aunt Jane of Kentucky by Eliza Calvert Hall. Read by Luain Durgetto, Mary Hauck, Florence Carr. Piano Duet .......... Clarence and Lincoln Hemmings March 13, 1908. Reading- The Play's the Thing -From Emmy Lou. . . . . . Edith Hornickel, Josephine Sm Oration- The United States and the Farmer . . Story- A Narrow Escape ........ Poem- The Class of 1908 ...... ith, Josephine Pearce . . Samuel Spitz . Catherine Wallace . . Edith Sidley NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 83 , A YYY! Q T! ' . V f ft' A 44 .QI 'af W -- - - - 1. fr, n A A of s if 11. -T..'I'Sx A rn-It 1 ,Evj,'s.- A ' ,, 4 .a.Mix 5 X, -' 'G' 'Q' 'Q 'T' M 4.4.L..LyJ K Q p f 'X ll I ,'f. T-Y1lf'l VALFNIN .1-ff j if 1 -iw , . fi? XX if if i' 'Y' X Alumni T was our aim to include in this year's Annual a complete directory of the graduates from the classes of 1905-6-7. Word was sent to all, to obtain information concerning them. The names of those who have complied with our request, are given below. In addition is the list of names to complete the roll of graduates in each class. We regret that the ever- years. Class of '05, GRACE ALEXANDER .. . . ' . . 1850 E. 90th St. At Monmouth College, Ill. MRS. C. A. BARNES nee Gertrude De Mars, - The Verne, 7913 Carnegie Ave. Enjoying life. CHAS. C. BERRY, JR. . . . 2171 Cornell Rd. S. E. Student at Adelbert College. . MABELLE C. BLUE ...... 10309 Cedar Ave. Teaching-First Grade in Alabama School. VICTOR J. CONRAD ..... 1242 E. 82nd St. Attending Western Reserve Law School. ' MRS. R. C. COOL nee Helen Perkins . Southport, North Carolina Housekeeping. increasing numbers render it impracticable to include the alumni of former 84 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL LAURA COWGILL 1102 Beatty Ave., Cambridge,O. MAUDE E. CRILL , . . 6206 Quinby Ave. Teaching music. MABEL C. EGERT .... 1753 E. 65th St. Ass't book-keeper for W. Bingham Co. WALLACE P. FORD . . . . . 1595 E. 85th St. Junior at Case School. MAUD HANN .... 10520 Fairmount Ct. N. E. Teaching in the Cleveland schools. LEILA G. HINMAN . . . 1907 IE. 101st St. Kindergarten Training School. CLARA HINZ . . . 1726 E. 35th St. Junior at College for Women. PERCY T. HOPPER . . . 6701 Lucerne Ave. Leading the simple life. HERBERT F. KIMMEL . . -. 1560 E. 40th St. Law Student-Cleveland Law School. MINNIE F. KNEBUSCH . . . . 1164 E. Norwood Rd. Bookkeeper. , FRANK W. KNIGHT . . . 8714 Birchdale Ave. N. E. With Wellman-Seaver-Morgan Co. ALEXANDER S. KRAUS . . . 1003 E. 71st St. Attorney-at-law. . RUTH MINER ....... 6035 Superior Ave. Attending the College for Women of W. R. U. EDITH H. ODGERS ..... Cedar Rapids, Iowa General office work in the Torch Press Book Shop. HOWARD L. PARMENTER . . 83 Belle Ave., Lakewood, O. Cashier, White, Johnson, McCaslin and Cannon, and going to law school. HOWARD E. PIERCE .... 8109 Melrose Ave. N. E. Bookkeeper of C. A. Carson, Contractor. MARY PEARSON .... 1433 E. 82nd St. Junior, College for Women. ' PIERRE A. WHITE . 1718 E. 60th St. Law. WILLARD D. PRICE 1455 E. 110th St. junior at Adelbert. CHAS. S. SMITH . . . . 1782 E. 65th St. With the National Refining Co. EVELYN L. SMITH . . . 1482 Crawford Rd. N. E. Teaching first grade. MINNIE M. SWEET ...... 1906 E. 84th St. A graduate from W. R. U. Library School this year, and employed in Cleveland Public Library. MATLOCK K. TATE ...... Collinwood, Ohio Case School-Class of 1909. RALPH B. TEXTOR 523 East Madison, Ann Arbor NINE TEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT Alumni Florence J. Adomeit john Armstrong Helen M. Bell Bruce E. Beyer Rachel F. Bradley Warren C. Campbell Retta M. Canfield Ruby H. Churchill Lucy Clair Martina Cushing Lydia E. Deublin Laura V. Edwards Helen M. Feuerstein Robert A. Fletcher Myrtle E. B. Fox Nelson E. Gage Mabel R. Goodaire Clara M. Gorman Astrid E. Gram Myrtle L. Granger Walter C. Greene Eugene E. Griese Belle L. Hart Olive M. Heinbuch Emma M. Hess Arthur J. Hoffman Frances L. Horsburgh James R. Horsburgh Ralph G. Irvine Karl E. Jaster Martha Joyce Elsie M. Kloepfer Gertrude B. Koerner Margaret Kotz Gertrude F. Krauss Wanda H. Laubscher john A. Leighton Rae F. Lichtenstader Marie C. Lihme Oscar E. Linn Ralph W. Logan y Ruth Lothman Louis Lux Daisy A. Ludwig Eileen E. Lyle Agnes M. McCann Alma L. McNamara Mabel I. Malloy Raymond B. Mehling Burrett H. Miles Florence F. Miller l Gertrude A. Monks Lillian M. Morrow Edith Nash Edward D. Oakley Ferdinand F. Oster Jennie V. Paul Helen V. Peckinpaugh Dorothea Pfister John W. Randall Ella Rawalsky Edith E. Richter Agnes M. Ring Jacob J. Ripner Flossa M. Roper Florence G. Salbaum Bertha C. Schroeder Agnes E. Schwan Lewis G. Spencer Oriole L. Sprackling Grace M. Stute Myrtle E. Tower Leo W. Ulmer Agnes E. Wallace Mary A. Walton Cedric T. Wellsted Jennie L. White Lois B. Wilson Paul E. Wilson Grace B. Wines Daisy M. Weston 86 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Alumni Class of '06. ARTHUR W. AKERS ...... 10620 Olivet Ave. Book-keeper for The Sherwin-Williams Co. PEARL E. BOTHAM . . , . . 202 Grand St., Coldwater Attending school at Coldwater, Mich. SUSIEQC. BURKHOLDER . . . 1465 E. 112th St. Stenographer for Associated Charities. JENNIE CAMPBELL .... 6405 Lexington Ave. Attending Cleveland Normal School. FLORENCE S. CHUBBUCK . . . 1567 Penrose Attending Kindergarten Training School. WALTER CLARK ..... . 7617 Star Ave. Attending college at Western Reserve. MILDRED S. COOKE .... 1756 E. 90th St. Attending College for Women, W. R. U. ETHEL CRICHTON ...... 1543 E. 34th St. Going to Normal School. FLORENCE A. CRITCHLEY . . 83 Holyoke Ave., E. Cleveland Sophomore at College for Women, W. R. U. INEZ CUTLER ....... 1482 E. 116th St. Sophomore, College for Women, W. R. U. KARL A. DOMINO ..... 1771 E. 47th St. Sophomore at Case. 'VERAERICSSON . . 8721 Nevada Ave. Cashier, Standard Drug Co. JOHN F. FASSETT . . . . 9608 Hough Ave. Attending Case School. JOSEPHINE S. FISHER . 9919 Westchester Ave. Remaining at home. U FRANK A. FOOTE . . . . 1317 E. 77th St. Clerk in Lake Shore Railroad Office. VICTOR C. FUGMAN ..... Ambler Heights Student at Case School of Applied Science. LAURENCE V. GARDNER . . . 13495 Euclid Ave. In business. NATHAN N. GOODMAN ..... 1524 E. 86th St. In oflice of Landesman, Hirschheimer Co., manufacturers of cloaks and suits. PHILLIP R. HAYWARD ...... Hudson, O. Clerk in Central National Bank, City. EDWARD HYATT .... 1819 E. 89th St. Ohio State University. ' NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 87 Alumni VIOLET C. JATEN Cnee Mettlingj Housekeeping. P. KEITH JOHNSTON . Student in University. LEON K. JORDAN With the American Can Co. ALBERT KINGSLEY . . . Case School. ESTELLA M. LAWES .... . Sophomore, College' for Women, W. R. U. LEWIS H. MALM Student at Case School. WILLARD J. MULHERN . Attending Case School. ELLA MEIKLE Attending Normal School. ELLA I. MERKEL Attending Cleveland Normal School. CLARE MARIEPATON . . 21 Belmont, Sophomore at Smith College. MIRIAM PRESTON . . . At home, studying china painting. CLARENCE T. REGAN . . . Sophomore, Case School. ANNABEL A. ROOT . Attending Smith College. FRED L. A. SCHMIDT ..... Sophomore at Case School of Applied Science. . . Elyria, O 2126 Fairmount Rd 11019 Cedar Ave 11452 Euclid Ave 1824 E. 79th St 1481 E. 110th St . 7907 Star Ave 6706 Superior St . 1086 E. 71st St Northampton, Mass 1897 E. 90th St 6205 Whittier Ave 5911 Dibble Ave 5116 Windsor Ave. WALTER L. SEELBACH . . . 114 Noble Rd., East Cleveland Sophomore, Case School. MELINDA SLATER . . . Teacher of piano. D. LLOYD SMITH Student at Adelbert, W. R. U. EARLE F. SNODGRASS . Student. CARLTON C. STARKES Student at W. R. U. - DAISY THOMPSON .... Attending Cleveland Normal School. ANN THOMPSON At home. 1135 Addison Rd . 9712 Logan Ct 1172 Addison Rd 8008 Linwood Ave 8019 Cory Ave 911 Lake View Rd 88 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Alumni S. HAROLD VOKES ..... 1645 E. 86th St Attending Case School of Applied Science. GEORGE C. WALLACE . 923 Mt. Hope Rd., Price Hill, Cincinnati, O With The Procter and Gamble Co. EARLE E. WHITE . . Sophomore at Adelbert College, GROVER C. WOODIN . BLANCHE D. WOODWORTH Student at C. N. T. S. Edith Anisfield Harry B. Barren William R. Beck John R. Benzies Ella Bidlingmayer Josephine K. Bissman Mary E. Black Madeleine H. Bowen Perry B. Burry Maizie Bushea' Jennie G. Campbell Thomas F. Cheyney Terry P. Clay Edwin Cohn Raymond E. Cole Jessie Craft Harry P. Craig Charles V. Cullinan Alice J. Davis Hudson Day Mabel M. Deane May E. Dellinger Emma D. Dietz Ethel L. Downie John B. Downie Lillian G. Elger Hugh M. Emerson Nelson Farkash Hugh A. Fawley Catherine J. Flynn Rose Freeman Florence D. Fulton Charles D. Gable W. R. U. . 10 Hurst Ave 5704 Luther Ave 4804 Superior Ave Gertrude H. Gray Moses Goodman Hazel E. Garfield Walter P. Greenwood William G. Hagan Beach K. Harris Hugh G. Hilton Bertha A. Hinske Sadie M. Huberty Mary K. Joyce Amanda M. Kaercher Eleanor Koze Cora E. Kuehn Marie L. Lanphear Hannah L. Lewis Mary H. McChesney Edwin T. McCauley May C. MacLevie Charles F. Mason Anna K. Maurer Harrison Miller Warren L. Morris Lillian B. Nesbitt Emily M. Newman Raymond O'Neil Helen R. Olrnsted Lillian A. Paisley Heaten Pennington, Jr Nellie L. Raeder Jean M. Randall Louise E. Reed Mabel M. Rieley Alpha B. Robbins NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 89 Alumni Henrietta R. Seelbach Ruth E. Semple Josie V. Sheen Ralph H. Singer Edith F. Smith Lillie Spero Edward L. Stadler Mabel B. Sundstrom RUTH H. BAKER . Class Student at Lake Erie College. RAE E. BALL Studying Music. JAY L. BATTENFELD Stenographer. JESSE R. BATTENFELD . Stenographer FRED R. BILL Student at Adelbert, W. R. U. ADOLPH D. BRESLER . Mary V. Sweeney Minnie Theophil Charlotte D. Ulmer Michael Vaccariello Fred Weymark Charles H. White Anna Wilhelm Fred Wirtshafter of '07. 2193 Arey Rd. 1888 E. 26th St. 1357 Giddings Rd. 1357 Giddings Rd. 1791 E. 90th St. 2025 E. 102nd St. S. GERTRUDE BULL .... 1703 E. 79th St., Cleveland Attending Laselle Seminary-Junior-Auburndale, Massachusetts. W. CATESBY CRANE ...... 1635 E. 65th St. Clerk in the office of a local company. ROLFE P. CRUM . . The Briars, Kent Rd., Euclid Heights Student at Adelbert. LOUIS J. CUNNEA . . 13272 Euclid Ave. Laborer. FLORENCE L. DAVIS 6712 Dunham Ave. Studying music. ANNA B. DIETZ . . 1252 E. 71st St. Attending Normal School. JOSEPH F. DOUBRAVA ..... 6547 Juniatta Ave. Student, Cleveland College for Physicians and Surgeons. HELEN V. FARRELL ...... 1389 E. 88th St. Attending Spencerian College. OLIVE S. FORD . . . 1595 E. 85th St. Staying at home. 90 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Alumni ROLLAND T. FROST . 1819 E. 82nd St. Clerk, Bank of Commerce. ETHYL A. FUTCH . . 1776 E. 90th St. Studying and teaching music. INEZ I. GADBAU ...... 2244 E. 103rd St. Attending Cleveland Normal School. EUGENE R. GARDNER . . 16 New Hubbard, Hanover, N. H. At Dartmouth College. EDITH W. GOULDING ...... 1460 E. 90th St. Attending Cleveland Normal School. GERALDINE B. GRAHAM . . 1870 E. 87th St. LOUIS WM. GREENSTEIN . . 1721 E. 90th St. Adelbert, W. R. U. HARRY G. GROVER . . 4041 Payne Ave. Case School, '11, CARL F. HAEBERLE 1625 E. 49th St. C. S. A. S. HARRY C. HYATT ...... 1819 E. 89th St. Rookie, at Ohio' State U. ROBERT B. KEELER . . 9 Crosby Hall, Dartmouth College, or 1911 E. 97th St., Cleveland BLANCHE KLOEPFER ..... Attending Cleveland Normal School. DOROTHEA G. KNOBLOCH .... Student at College for Women, W. R. U. ELSIE M. KNOBLOCH . . . Enjoying a year at home. GRACE LAWES Studying music. MILEHAM H. LEWIS . . Attending Business College. KENNETH N. McCLINTO-CK . . Student at Adelbert College. RETTA C. McMILLIN . . At home, keeping house. ETHEL J. MACKENZIE . . . Freshman, College for Women, W. R. U. HAROLD S. MALM .... Mt. Union College-Student. GENEVIEVE MALONEY . . . Have been at home since graduation. 1531 E. 70th St. 5032 Superior Ave. 5609 Quinby Ave. 1824 E. 79th St. 5718 Whittier Ave. 1557 Crawford Rd. 9105 Kenmore Ave. 1584 E. 82nd St. 1448 E. 115th St. 1866 E. 87th St. NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 91 Alumni MYRTLE MASON ...... 2085 E. 100th St. Attending Western Reserve University, College for Women. AGNES C. MAURER ..., . With the Brotherhood of Railroad Trainmen. C. CORTLAND MEANS .... Columbus, Ohio State University. MARIE R. MEQUILLET . . At home-enjoying myself. FRIEDA L. MERIAM . A Freshman at W. R. U. META L. MESSER . . Attending Normal School. JULIA MILLER . . . Freshman at Smith College. FLORENCE E. NICKELS . Normal student. ELTON R. NORRIS . . Student, Dartmouth College. ROY C. NORRIS . . . Student, Dartmouth College. NANNIE K. M. NUTTING . Student at Oberlin, O'. CLARA LUELLA PHILLEO At home since graduation. ERMA R. POMEROY .... Student at Kindergarten Training School. CORINNE S. RINGEL .... Cleveland School of Art. MAYME ROBINSON .... Student at College for Women of W. R. U. ELSIE E. ROODHUYZEN . . . Student at College for Women, W. R. U. ' ORRIN C. SABIN ..... Case School. OTTO T. SCHMIDT .... U Draftsman with C. F. Schwinefurth, Architect. ELSIE M. SEITZ ..... At Cleveland Normal School. VIOILA SLATER . . . Stenographer JOHN E. SPLITTORF . . Asst. Cashier, Adams Express. ' 1366 E. 114th St. 4709 Prospect Ave. 6527 Hough Ave. 1822 E. 89th St. 1361 Addison Rd. . 2034 E. 88th St. 1604 E. 66th St. Hanover, N. H. . Hanover, N. H. 1854 E. 81st St., City 7029 Lawnview Ave. . 1731 E. 89th St. . 7037 Hough Ave. 6001 Hough Ave. 6004 Hough Ave. 1690 E. 85th St. 1391 E. 45th St. 1801 E. 31st St. . 1135 Addison Rd. 1609 E. 41St St. 92 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Alumni DONALD H. SWEET Adelbert Freshman. EDWARD A. TAYLOR . . Student C. S. A. S. LAWRENCE ERSKINE TITUS . Student, Colorado School of Mines. DE ALTON VALENTINE, JR. . . Artist with Newspaper Enterprise Association. MELVILLE VICKERY .... Case School. MAIE E. WATKINS . . 17 Abbott St., Wellesley College Student at Wellesley College. RALPH K. WADSWORTH . , In a law oflice, chasing dead-beats. THOS. F. WALLACE Western Reserve University-Adelbert. GERTRUDE M. WEBER . . . Cleveland Normal Training School. GRACE ROZELLA WHIPPLE . At home. HELEN A. WHITSLAR .... Student-College for Women, W. R. U. HOWARD D. WILLIAMS . . . Student at Brown University. CATHERINE HELEN WORKMAN Studying music. NATHAN P. WRIGHT Student-Case. Cornelius J. Abbott Charles A. Alexander Gladys M. Avery Ursula M. Barnard Eunice Bartlett Nina F. Boffenmyer Frank V. Brady Florence E. Brandt Walter F. Braunlich Blanche Brott Otto C. Budde Marie E. Cahill Emma Campbell June Campbell Lawrence M. L. Clark Elizabeth M. Coates Myrtle W. Crosier Louise A. Daus Ada M. De Mooy Tresa L. Doyle Anna L. Dustin Ruth A. Edwards Frederick W. Enkler George A. Farasey Nora M. Fawley Harold T. Fonda William H. Freytag Mildred Gage ' 1906 E. 84th St. 1549 Crawford Rd. . Golden, Col. 1 2229 E. 87th St. 1640 E, 84th St. 1837 86th St. . 1196 E. 113th St. 1340 E. 86th St. 1415 E. 110th St. . 1819 E. 97th St. 1897 E. '73rd St. 6907 Hough Ave. 1534 E. 84th St. Gertrude H. Germond Marie Greenwood Flcrence M. Grove Clarence H. Handerson George E. Hart Florence G. Heineman Harry A. Heller DeWitt C. Herrick Florence O. Horsburg Hazel R. Hull Ernest A. joseph Emily M. Kaercher Ruth A. Kershaw Earl G. Keevan NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 93 Alumni Ada E. Koehler Adeline A. Korabek Elmer W. Kraft Stella J. Kraft Estelle F. Kramer Ernest W. Kuhl Ethel M. Landphair Alma I. Laubscher Emily Lawrey James L. Lind Elizabeth B. Logan Ada L. Ludick Malvina B. Lux Alice Lyle Corliss B. McClelland Edna O. McCormick Loretta M. McDonough Genevieve M. McFadden Adelbert McLaughlin Bessie M. MacLeod Edith R. Mason Eva R. Metherell Muriel A. Miller Alice B. Moore John H. Nielson Florence M. Ossman Muriel L. Paskins Wilfred H. Pollcck Abbie I. Porter Elsie L. Ritter Frederick G. Rodgers Imogene M. Rose Mabel E. Rothermel l Hazel U. Ruth Paul W. F. Schwan, Jr Dudley H. Scott Louis W. Siegrist Esther M. Sinclair M. Helen Smith Carl Spero William F. Spieth Eugene W. Steimer Letitia Stevens Alfred J. Straka Loretta H. Sweeney Grace G. Vogt Pauline M. Weitz Ralph E. Wemple Florence E. Zimmerman Im am: '- - NW , , uiwllvmllu fi? ., . 4 . 5 K A R is X ' X ' X . . NK ,f V XTQ Q X -l !!! !'lH 1'ff Q' X f .fp?.1+'ll fs' -.S -7 i i Lllixt A ZF! ' i 0 l xiii In V .S .., . K -177 i ....., 5- ef f-if ,Z - 2 l N , . ' 1 If . -A Qivljv X, x ,: 7?' ,K K xx'-'I 'xg 1' ,-' ' X . If i , 2 L. -, Lb 'F i , J f 1 , - ' I , , 12: I I ' fi gf N X! 6 I I N J -H1 f lx ,X I 1655435927 ' 45 ' I w A fffmm' 4 X N x ' N ,xl X X4 l 0 I ' f 'bf I I I I 1 Q X ffl U:fy , 'Q M 7' ' I J 34 'x . fi fflllllwl hp f W' X ixf ,fly :H A 1 4 1 Ml M2225 u XX ' 131, V f 2,1 lqf5'5 ':' XX 'l.7'-Qfzfifi, ..,,' , Jnqw,-' , ,L,, ft N M,E.TWw, NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 95 We are Our Own Ancestors EFORE an athlete enters a game he preparesg he knows that his opponent is doing the same. He exercises his muscles, practices his position, and keeps in training for the i-inal test. And when this test. the trial that shall prove which is the better man, comes, he who made the better preparation wins. The victory, or defeat, is not chance, it is the just return of what the winner or loser puts into the game. There is no luck about it. It is the same in the game of lifeg we win because we trained the best and therefore ran the better race. In this, as in the other game, there is no luck. The outcome is of our own making. Only the weakling talks about luck. Who mentions luck but the failure-the forlorn wreck of bright prospects,-the idler-the penniless man of leisure, he that daily grows nearer poverty than the fear or shame of it? And in spite of Shakespeare-there is no destiny that shapes our end. And when a man reviles his luck he is but reviling himself. Every man is his own ancestor, as Elbert Hubbard says. I am today what I am, because I was yesterday what I was. If we do not prepare our- selves for the tomorrow, can we ,expect but that each tomorrow will be a repetition of today? Can we depend on luck for the future to hand out success and say, It's yours, you drew the lucky number? If we do draw the right card it is not through chance, we knew which was success because we had learned the game. We had trained our musclesg we had practiced our position, we had made the preparation. The victory in the first game was the result of tireless training, and shall we then, knowing this, neglect the preparation for this other game, in which the number of our opponents is not nine or eleven, but millions? A few years ago it was a current saying that in Boston they asked how much do you know? in New York, how much are you worth? in Philadel- phia who was your grandfather? but today everywhere they ask what can you do ? And when that question is asked we shall answer according as we use the time nowg if we would win the game, we must prepare for it. There is no providence, no fate, no destiny except that of our own making. In no other country is it as true as in the United States that a man makes his own destiny. Here the height to which a man may rise depends upon himself alone and not upon his birth. No matter how lowly born or how highly born, which is perhaps a greater disadvantage-whatever gate he chooses to enter lies open to his touch-but he must touch it in a certain way and that way is learned only through the greatest of all magicians-knowledge. - The lives of our patriots and heroes, the men whom we are wont to hold 96 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL up as true examples of American citizens, our Gariields and Lincolns, should teach us that we are what we make ourselves. The corner-stone in their characters was the ability to apply themselves industriously and to make the most of every opportunity. And although we cannot all be Gariields and Lincolns, yet justice to ourselves demands that we do not neglect our chances now. If we do, can we expect more than an indifferent success? If we expect more without the preparation that will produce it, we are again relying on a favorable turn of fortune's imaginary wheel, which always fails to turng we have placed our trust in luck g we have built our house on the sands of poor preparation. The man who wins is not he who prepares for an indifferent success and hopes for more, but he who prepares for a real success and then tries for more. Leon Stuart Holdstein, '08, A Third Hour Diversion I'll tell you a story, 'Tis sad to relate, The joke's on the girls 4 Of room twenty-eight. Three men and a camera Were passing by When a girl at the window This camera did spy. They're taking a picture Of East High, she criedg And quickly the others Then ran to her side. They stood at the windows Arranging their hair. This picture of East High, they said Shall be fair. ' But just then Miss Critchley Came in at the door, And of what happened I cannot say more, Except that the picture The girls quite forgot, And they never knew If 'twas taken or not. Ethel Spers, 'l0. NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 97 Only a Dream T was a cold December day and near the time when those dreadful re- ports are sent home to anxious parents. I was sitting before an open grate in which the flames were dancing and casting weird shadows on the wall. Around me were books-school books, of course-and I was trying to add a little more to my knowledge and a little more to my averages. I was studying Latin, Greek, French and everything else at one time and trying to get Paris out of the Master Cat's boots and put Agamemnon on Aeneas's shoulders. I had not yet succeeded when I seemed to be in a place wholly unfamiliar. Near me stood a tall, light-haired and light complexioned man. I was sitting in a big easy chair and when I arose he began to rattle- oif French at me with such speed that my head swam. I stood speechless before him and by raising my hand I let him know that I had had enough and I started then for the next room. Here were groups of people who looked like Frenchmen but they were dressed in the flowing robes of the Greeks. This I supposed was the dining hall for there were long tables here which were no more than boards supported by beautifully carved x's. The chairs looked like large plus signs. In fact the whole room had quite an algebraic appearance. In one corner I noticed a queer looking contrivance. On draw- ing closer I saw that it looked like a large radical and under it was a minus sign. I asked what it meant and was told that some two centuries before a young boy had been unable to solve a problem in which there was a minus quantity under a radical and as punishment he had been changed into this minus sign and would never be able to get out from under the radical. l shuddered with fear and my future seemed black for such were my trials. I went into the street and saw approaching me a man, tall, austere and rather dark. He seemed to be holding an earnest conversation with a man who walked rather feebly on legs that greatly resembled parentheses. I caught a snatch of their conversation as they passed and I heard the tall man say in a deep bass voice something like this, This Eleemosynary institution is inextricably submerged by stupendous-. They were beyond hearing and I sighed with relief for I couldn't have stood much of that at one time. I passed on and soon met another tall man, the lower part of whose face was well covered by a black beard. He stopped me and tried to tell me from what verb stem I had been derived, but in great fear I fled. I ran on and on until I saw before me an open door. I rushed in there just in time to meet, face to face, a short, stout man. I had not time for sidestepping and the result can readily be imagined. When he was well on his feet again, he did not stop to threaten, but with Ere flashing from his eyes he pushed me to a window and threw me out. I fell with a thud and found to my surprise that I had fallen from my chair, but none the worse for my travels. Frieda Shaw, '08. 98 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Mors Et Possum The nox was lit with lux of Luna, And 'twas a nox most opportuna To catch a possum or a coona. For nix was scattered o'er the rnundusg A shallow nix et non profundus. On sic a nox with canis unus Two boys went out to hunt for coonus. Unus canis, duo puer, Nunquam braver, nunquan truer, Quum hoc trio, nunquam fruitg If there was I never knew it. Some used to say in stultum jocum Quod a Held was too small locum For sic a dog to make a turnus, Circum self from stem to sternus. His bonus dog had one bad habit. Amabat much to chase a rabbit. Amabat plus to chase a rattis. Amabat bene tres a cattis. But on this nixy moonlight night This old canis did just right. Nunquam treed a starving rattis, Nunquam treed a starving cattis, But cucurrit on intentus On the trace and on the scentus Till he treed a possum strongum In a hollow trunkum longum, Loud he barked with horrid pellum Seemed on terra venit Bellum Quickly run the duo puer Mors of possum to secure. Quum venerunt one began To chop away like quisque rnan. Soon the ax went through the trunkum, Soon he hit it all kerchunkum. Combat deepens. On ye braves, Canis, pueri et staves. As his powers non languis tarry, Possum potest non pugnare. On the nix his corpus liethg NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT Down to Hades spirit flieth. Joyful pueri, canis bonus Think him dead as any stonus. Nunc they seek their pater's domo, Feeling proud as any homo. Pompey, David, Samson, Caesar, Cyrus, Blackhawk, Shalmaneser, Tell me where est now the gloria Where the honors of victoria. Quum ad domum, narrunt story, Plenus, sanguine, tragic, gory, Pater praises, likewise mater, Greatly wonders youngest frater. Possum leave they on the mundus. Go themselves to sleep profundus. Somnient possums slain in battle, Strong as Ursae, large as cattle. When nox gives way to lux of morning, Albam terram much adorning, Up they jump. to view the varmin, Of the which this is the carmen, Lo. One possum est resurrectum Ecce pueri dejectum. Ne relinquit track behind him Et the pueri never Find him. Cruel possum, bestia vilest, How the pueros thou beguilest. Pueri think now plus of Caesar, Go ad Oreum Shalmaneser, Take your laurels cum the honor Since ista possum is a goner. -Anonymous 72 U4 if Will 100 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL S The Senior's Soliloquy I Q :Eli ,ii ? CWith Apologies to Shakespeare.J .y , , p Correct or incorrect, that is the question. I A ,As Eflfff vlmlw Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer I l y, , ' l, psi lx The discomforts of a full-dress suit, yy ,Iwi 1 ml H Or, casting all thought of looks aside, 'QQ' -'V ' 1 ' ,hw -- is Appear without one? To dance at easeg ' , N l I ' l 1 3' X , All binding of high collar and stiff L , 5- l '- lf lil ll il, And by that dance of ease to say we end 'III , 4 x l 'Wu will Q l T if Devoutly to be wished. To dance at ease, . ' . . To danceg perchance to thinkg ay, there's the rub' fllm. ll Wi . ' Bosomed shirt. 'Tis a consummation X X X LI X L v , , 'WH f will li! H 1 WH VIII' i 'Q l X For in that easy dance what thoughts may come Hilti il m TH When we look down upon our negligee, X I l , l r 1 Ill j 41 , y . . gi pl l f Must give us pause. There's the respect- j g H , Ah, but what's the use? Knowing, as we do, H' i , ,VI That 'Pride must suffer pain,' A if Ill oij l li I We'1l wear the full dress suit. I I f' ' -Henry Robmee, '08, The Real and the Ideal HEN James Brown was a boy of five he fully intended some day becoming President of the United States. His mother was equally sure that he would some day be the chief executive. That was surely what he was intended for. Or else why was he so unusually bright. But by the time that he was fifteen and in the seventh grade at school the ambitions of this modest young man had changed somewhat and after some thought he persuaded himself that he would be content with being a mil- lionaire. Yes indeed, that was the ideal life! He pictured himself living in a stone mansion, surrounded by beautiful grounds, filled with shade trees and beds of flowers, divided by winding paths and drive ways. There would be carriages and fine horses and he would drive through the city and out into the country each day. He thought of all this now as he drove through the streets of the city behind two magnificent bays. He was forty now and he marveled at how literally his childhood dream had been fulfilled. His dwelling was of stone, surrounded by large grounds. There were the shade trees, the flower beds' and the winding paths and driveways. In the stables were carriages and' fine horses and-he was suddenly startled out of his reverie by the words Home, James! Ethel Neigh, '08. NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 101 The Lack of Invention Among the Ancients N ancient history two things are especially to be observed. One is, that in the power of expressing ideas, and in oratory, philosophy and im- aginative literature the superior peoples of the ancient world were equal to those of modern times. Another is, that in the faculty of invention, es-, pecially mechanical invention, they were far inferior to modern men. In the Bible and in the Roman and Greek writings we see many of the same thoughts, the same views of life, and the same manner of expressing them as are familiar to us today. The Babylonians had many of the principles of law in use today, but is it not strange that a people who were able to work out laws could not End something better than clay tablets on which to write them? The Romans constructed great aqueducts for carrying water, and spent enormous sums in erecting baths, but never dreamed of the power latent in water when converted into steam. I The Greeks and Phoenicians were great navigators, but their methods were crude, and the compass was unknown to them. All of these people ob- served and studied the stars, but never learned the first principles of the universe, and never conceived that our earth was not the center around which all the celestial bodies revolved. Of course it cannot be said that there were then no valuable inventions, but these were largely of a primary character, such as were called forth by the necessity of having houses, clothing and household utensils. Likewise there were some tools and rude agricultural implements, and the universal passion for war caused the invention of some means of attack and defense. This lack of invention did not exist because invention is the fruit of civilization, for in many respects they were as civilized as we. Inventions are not usually made by the most cultivated and educated meng it is they who' discover the scientific principles, but others do the inventing. One reason for the lack of mechanical invention was the multitude of slaves who made time-saving devices unnecessary. As inlour South, during the period of slavery, with the exception of the cotton-gin, there were few important inventions. The ancient states were largely composed. of the patrician class, who were, apparently, without great inventive faculty and without respect for mechanical trades, and an inferior class who had no inducement to do more than to provide subsistence for themselves, and to avoid the aggressions of the powerful. Indeed, as said by Mr. Burnley in his Romance of Invention, in ancient times it was a perilous thing to be an inventorg the man who could perform a scientific or mechanical feat which was beyond the knowledge of his neighbors, was regarded as dangerous. It is related of one of the Roman 102 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL emperors, that on a certain occasion when a subject exhibited to the court a crystal vase which would not break when dashed to the ground, the monarch thought that he was too clever to be at large, and so had him put to death. In the ancient civilization the state was all important, and the individual was little considered, except as he could be made of service to the state. In the middle ages the church and the state together claimed almost everything. In all enlightened states of today, regard for the individual is seen. His protection, his advancement and prosperity are the principal objects of gov- ernment. To this changed relation of the individual to society may well be attributed the great advance in modern times in all those things which make for better living, better protection from dangers, better means of enjoyment. It is these things which mainly distinguish our civilization from that of any other age. Keith Lawrence, '08, Practical Philosophy ALKIN' out dis mawnin to behole de bewtiful in natur, began President Gardiner as he arose, my mind recollected dat I had been axed to splain de true secret o' happiness. In the fust place, when am a man happy? Is it when he hab lots o' money-when he hab fixed his enemy-when he trabels an' sees de worl'-when he hab a good home? An' how many grades o' happiness kain you count up? An' what am happi- ness when you bile it down? Happiness, as an ole black man like me 'scribes it, he continued, am not sto' cloze, a fat wallet, a big house an' ice cream ebery night afore you go to bed. When I looked about me arter a wife I didn' look for nothin' gaudy. I knew I mus' ma'ry a black woman or none at all. I knew she'd be 'way off on her Greek an' Latin, an' so when I got my ole woman I warn't a bit dis'pinted. She am as good as I am, an' what more can I ax? When I war free to start out I reasoned dat I mus' job round at dis an' dat, kase I had no trade. I neber counted on habin' more dan a cord o' wood an' Eve bushel 0' 'taters ahead, an' I neber hab had. I knew I'd hab to live in a small house, own a cheap dog, lib an' dress plainly, an' keep dis black skin to de grave, an' it has all happened just as I 'spected. I am happy kase I habn't 'spected too much. I am happy kase I doan't figger on what I habn't got. I am happy kase I reason dat de weather can't allus be fa'r, money can't allus be plenty, good health can't allus last, an' yer bes' fr'ends can't allus be counted on. If dar am any secret o' happiness I believe it am dis, an' we will now begin de- reg'lar biziness ob de occashunf' . Irving Noonan, '10, N1NE'1'EEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 103 His First Battle HE sun rose slowly over the paddy field and gazed down through the heavy vapor, upon a troop of infantry that was monotonously wending its way through the thick yellow grain with a steady, deter- mined tramp. There was no contrast afforded between the golden paddy field and the uniforms of the men, and only the occasional glimmer of the sun upon the barrels of the rifles told of life in that desolate place. The young lieutenant gazed steadily ahead of him and stumbled along unseeing. This was his first scouting expedition, and between the excitement of his first serious experience and the fear that attends the uninitiated he was in a somewhat dazed condition. ' But the shots of the enemy roused him and quickened the pride that he felt in being given this detail. The' troop marched on and finally found themselves in a thick under- brush where long stinging thorns grew in the abundance that is only known to the Philippines. The bullets of the enemy sang around their ears and the bronzed skin of the young officer took on an ashy hue, as he saw the man beside him fall. He was young and frightened, but he was an American, and when he caught sight of the slim, agile figure of a Filipino, through the brush, all the blood of his forefathers surged with vigor through his body and his soul was filled with true American patriotism, as he raised his gun and fired his first shot! Suddenly he felt a sharp stinging pain in his arm, and looking down, saw the blood slowly trickling down his sleeve, dyeing it an ugly purple. just then his sergeant stepped to his side, and said: Lieutenant,- you're shot! Yes, gasped the young officer, weakly. The sergeant grasped him and led him to one side. His first thought was of his mother, and then remorse crept over him that always comes when one is in' imminent danger. He thought of all the mean things he had said and done since infancy. By this time he had been led to a place of safety and he felt someone gently supporting him, while the sergeant knelt down and deftly ripped the sleeve open. The lieutenant gasped once or twice and closed his eyes, only' to open them again and see the ugly stain on his sleeve. Very carefully the sergeant disclosed the woundg this was too much for the officer, and he quickly turned his head that he might not see. Silence' ,reigned for a second and then the lieutenant felt some man who supported? him say in a thick voice, Lieutenant, it's a thorn ! Henrietta Dorman, 'l0. 104 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Events of the Night T was the night before the mid-year exam in Latin and as I lay awake thinking of the fate which awaited me on the morrow, my mind seemed so full of jumbled up facts concerning geometry and Greek and Latin that I don't believe I would have known a Perfect Passive Participle from an ink-well or an Aorist tense from a perpendicular bisector. Such was my state of mind when I fell asleep. No, I could not be asleep, for here I was seated in Room 16 of East High. O, that fateful sixteen, where I so oft resorted in the morning to spend my leisure hours before school. Presently the master of this room entered the room. As he caught sight of me he said, Ha, young man, so you have come at last. I have a few friends outside waiting to see you. So saying, he went to the door, and, saying a few words fit was either Sanscrit, Greek, Latin, Italian, Spanish, German or French, anyhow it was some foreign languagej to someone outside, he strode to the back of the room and took a seat. Immediately there entered the room such a queerly dressed specimen of the human race that I was disposed to laugh. This figure wore a kind of kilts which seemed to be made of steel, little Scotch stockings and wooden sandals. Altogether his makeup was like that of a poor comedian in a burlesque show. But a glance at his face was enough to suppress all thoughts of merriment, for I recognized in those features none other than my enemy, the mighty Gaius Julius Caesar. Why, hello, Gaius, old boy, said Ig I thought you were dead long ago. He answered not a word, but gave me such an icy glare that I shivered with cold from head to foot and I closed up like a clam. But my attention was drawn from Caesar to another figure that had just entered the room. He fthe newcomerj was dressed like Caesar, but had a face and form entirely different. He had a sword in his teeth and a bow and arrows in his hands. Following him was someone else, an old man, bare- footed, who carried little pasteboard triangles and squares as weapons. This singular company went back and talked with the above mentioned Edwin Leigh Findley, and after a lengthy talkfest he carne to me, took me by the arm and led me back to where his three friends were seated. Turning to Caesar, he said, Gains Julius, let me introduce to you this young man, who is here tonight on a charge of having murdered certain of your works relating to the Gallic War. Caesar growled and muttered, Veni, Vidi, Vici, and I stared, tongue-tied. Turning to the old man he said, Friend Euclid, let me present to you this young gentleman who has misconstrued several of your last discoveries on the noble subject of geoma etry. Euclid dropped his triangles, clapped his hands to his ears and shrieked, Eureka, in a terrible voice. Last of all turning to the fierce look- ing man with the sword between his teeth, he said, Cyrus, here's that young NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 105 Literature fellow I told you about, who turned your name to such strange uses in his study of Greek. Then, turning to me he said, Now, my Fine friend, you probably wonder what this is all about. Well, it has been decided in solemn conclave by us four distinguished men, that you shall be put to death for various crimes that you have committed within the precincts of this school. These three men have come to carry you to your execution. The place is the Acropolis at Athens, and the time will be-- Seven o'clock, called a voice somewhere, and I awoke with a start. George Moore, '1O. The Maker of Champions Out among the Rocky Mountains, Shootin' bear an' teachin' school, Lived a man they called Bob Dawson Bidin' by the golden rule. Durin' fall he'd take some huskies From the school where he held sway An' he'd get 'em playin' football- Made 'em practice every day. Got some games with other school teams Played most all the teams around And his team was always winner- Beat the best teams to be found. Soon he sought new Fields to conquer, Came to East to find a job. East was lookin' for a fellow Just about the size of Bob. So he started last September ' With a bunch, some vets some green, And the way he whipped 'em into form Was about the best we'd seen. They toyed with beefy Lincoln, Had some fun with O. H. S. Beat West sixty-two to nothing, Never even thought of rest. EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Then Shaw High came out for glory But the glory went East's way. Oberlin Acad and Central Came out beaten from the fray. Next the final test of all carne, They must beat U. S. to claim East High champions of Ohio, This had been their constant aim. Twelve big points was East High's record, Five was all U. S. could score That was all Bob Dawson wantedg Who could wish for any more? Thus our late imported hero Made a record that will stay And he set us up a standard- Let's preserve it,-it'll pay. -Alfred M. Corrigan, '08 2' X 7 NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 107 The Victors ROM his post of observation the watcher on the bank could see on the left the land-locked harbor, dotted with its fleet of white-winged yachts, each straining at its anchor and anxious to be off with the freshening morning breezeg before him lay a broad expanse of water glistening softly in the light of the early sun and making a pleasing foreground for the low green line of Middle Island in the distanceg by slightly turning his heady he could see on the right the long narrow channel leading out into the world beyond, guarded at its entrance, by the white lighthouse with its glistening lamp room, looking for all the world like the burnished helmet of some giant guardsman of old. With the rising sun, the yachts, one by one, cast loose from their respec- tive buoys and drifted idly for a moment before catching the hurrying breeze which carried them into the open, where they went through their various paces. The judges' boat had a moment before taken its place by the crimson stake flag and presently a puff of smoke broke from its side and floated lazily in the clear air for a moment before the muffled report of the signal was carried shoreward to the silent watcher. The race had begun. Bitterly the figure on the shore listened to the sound of the gun and watched the boats swing into the long stretch to windward. Ah, yes! The race had begun. It was always beginning for someonef else, but never for him, someone else was always crossing the line a victor, or if failing at the end, failing with the knowledge that at least he had had his chancf: and had done his best. Robinson twisted savagely with the thought and turned his back on the, fast receding yachts. He had never even been given a chance to failg his- father had done that for him when he had rolled off the wharf one summer's night in a drunken Stupor. Why had he been born crippled and disfigured, with no chance to redeem the good name his grandparents had once held? Why should a humpback keep him from life's great race-course in which he so longed to run? The narrow little island had never considered him seriously, in fact after he was ten years old had never considered him at all. He's a cripple and his pa died a pauper's death, and he's never going to amount to anything: anyhow, so why fool with him? This indifference finally had its effect, he drew more and more within himself, lost what few boyhood acquaintances he had, and at last only the family of his aunt, with whom he had made his home after his mother's death, could say that they knew him. P 108 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL He hated the world which had cast him aside for reasons over which he had no control, but he still longed to be out in the thick of it, fighting for life as the others were doing. These thoughts were far from new to him, but on this day they came back with renewed force. Those fellows out there racing for pleasure and a bit of bunting to hang at a mast head while he, made of the same clay as' they, was tied to his crutch and cane. Wm-'- Slowly he rose to his feet, and tediously climbed up the rocks to the road above. He hobbled along in the dust, still thinking as before. Presently the expressions of pity that came to him from the occupants of a beach trap going to the club house in the cove, fanned his anger to white heat, and he thrust his crutch into the ground with all the force in his long arm. The' awfulness of it, that they should pity him! Pity him! Merely because he- was bent and weak. Didn't he have the soul of a,man, the longing, the del sires, the ambitions of a man? He turned and stumbled swiftly down to the beach again and out on the pier. Stumbling over the rough planks and piled-up fishing gear he made his way towards the end, where the water lapped gently against the sides of' the dock, making cool, inviting gurgles as it surged in and out the submerged piles. , The determination in his mind expressed itself in the hard lines of his' face and the tense grip on his crutch handle. He had been forced to stumble through life so far and why not stumble out of it as well? A foot accidentally caught on a projecting spike, a crutch entangled in a bit of loose rope, and all the care and worry would be behind him. Before him,-no one knew what. He was approaching the end now and the cool green water below, with its undiscovered depths seemed to fascinate him until he hardly knew where he trod. Suddenly from behind a nearby spile stepped a man. He looked at Robinson for a moment and then started forward with outstretched arms. No one could mistake the expression on the cripple's drawn face. It was the agony of despair which leads to but one thing-self-destruction. Almost instantly Robinson's uncle, for it was he, stopped and placing his hands in his pockets, stood leaning against a fish crate. Hello, Robinson, he drawled, Coming down to get a view of the boats' yonder? They've been going a pretty good clip but I guess the Wind's left 'em. Nothing to do but drift and whistle for a breeze now. Robinson stood still, and then wheeled towards the speaker. It's not other people I'm watching now. It's I that am going to do some- thing, I, the pitied man, the cripple, the hump-back. When I've done it you'll know, at least, that I wasn't afraid of dying. You can't say anything, as the other man tried to speak. You don't know what I've gone through. Years ago I used to rail against it and you used to hear me out,-and then go on treating me as before. Each year that bitterness increased until now: ,the cup has overflowed. Ceasing, he stepped toward the edge. NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 109 The older man took off his hat and slowly fanned his heated face, only his twitching eyelids showing the tension he was under. ' That was a long time ago, Rob, when you used to talk against it so, and we thought you'd fought it all out by this time. But I don't see how you are going to help matters any. No man ever did what you have evidently made up your mind to do now. It's surely not going to help you any in this world and the next may be several degrees worse, the other interrupted him. No one ever called me aman. What manhood I ever had, you and the others crushed out of me at the first and it never returned. As for the future in the world to come-that is at least unknown. The future in this world is too evident to be welcome. While he had been speaking he had unconsciously retreated from the edge and his figure trembled with the reaction of his first passion. His uncle had stepped between him and the water and was gently urging him back on to a nearby pile of canvas. But you don't realize all sides, he said. Don't you feel what you are in the household? Don't you realize what one of your temperament can do for the rest? When you get your fiddle out in the evening and play the old airs, don't you see how quickly your aunt forgets the weariness of her long day? How the children stop quarreling and settle down by her side? How I stretch out in the big chair and try not to think of the bad catch or of the wrecked boat? A man's existence does not have to be an. active one to be perfect. Your quiet ways and manners act as a perfect check on all the ugliness of the others. Don't you see that we need you, that we rely upon' you, that you are more than our equal in all but brute strength P Robinson's head was bowed and his arms were folded on his knees. Slowly he rose to his feet and trembling slightly, he held himself as erect as he could. With his eyes fast upon his uncle's, he held out his hand and steadily shook the one that was proffered to him in return. Then he turned and silently walked towards the beach. As he stepped into the road he turned and waved his cane to the figure still facing him. Out in the bay the yachts were crossing the line. Away in the lead' floated a small, lightly rigged boat, while the others, larger by far, brought up the rear, deserted by the breeze. As he gazed, the boom of the judges' gun came to him and instantly the yards of the little victor broke into streamf ers of bunting, while the big, haughty winners of yesterday were still far behind. Cleve H. Pomeroy, '08. 110 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL A Poem We went to Cupid's garden, We wandered o'er the land. The moon was shining brightly, I held her little-shawl. Yes, I held her little shawlg How fast the evening flies. We spoke in tones of love, I gazed into her-lunch basket. I gazed into ,her basketg I wished I had a taste. There sat my lovely charmer, My arm about her-umbrella. Embracing her umbrella, This charming little miss, Her eyes were full of mischief- I slyly stole a-sandwich. -Margaret Hathaway, ' 10 Rhetoricals Under the balcony way at the back Having a talk or a friendly chat Hearing a word every once in a while You at rhetoricals sat when a Flat Under the balcony nearer the stage, Watching the seniors' attempts to take off Actors and speakers dead long, long ago, You sat at rhetoricals only a Soph.,' Next year a junior right close to the front Judging each one with a critical air, Thinking what you would do when you were up You sat at rhetoricals-no matter just where. Facing the balcony trying to speak,' First upon one leg and then on the other You stood on the platform, a Senior you were, But you wished you were home with your mother. -Alfred M. Corrigan, '08 N1NE'1'EEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 111 . .Wx All ess fi IV V L X1 i, ' -A 4, ,,- 1:71 4 , -df V' 'GY' . '-'W ffi-X ft' 'Nr' MZ ,,,, 1 if 45-,wi-1, wfgga of E 'Q , On the High speed N the third day of September, I received a telegram from an old college chum in New Jersey, which read as follows: Come to Long Branch immediately. Means money for you. CLawtonj. My last position had been that of a tester for the Peerless Motor Car Company, but when 'the mechanics had goneion a strike, it had forced me out of my job, and I was on the lookout for another one. As I had nothing to do at present, I decided to take Lawton's advice. Bob Lawton was my closest companion during my course at the Tech- nical school, and was in some of my classes. Being interested in the samei things, we had stuck together even after we had left the school, until he had been offered a position as electricial engineer in Long Branch, New Jersey, and had accepted. September fourth found me exchanging greetings with Bob in the rail- road depot, with the hoarse racket of trains drowning Bob's voice, who was trying to tell me everything at once, and ask questions at the same time. We hurried outside, however, and he hailed the driver of an electric cab, and' we climbed inside. Once alone with Bob, I asked him what under the sun was the matter, and why he had been in such a hurry for me to come East. He explained that the Long Branch automobile races were to start that day, and that the driver of one of the Peerless cars had been injured the day before while going over the course, and was therefore unable to drive. Bob ha-d told the manager, who had been sent with the machines and drivers, about my experience with their cars, and he had told Bob to send for me immedi- ately. The manager and I were old friends, and he was very much relieved to Find the vacancy filled so unexpectedly. ' The race was a high-speed test, and was to be made with the high-speed lever sealed in. I did not like this idea very Well, but the offer was high, so I decided to take the risk. On every machine, besides the driver and. mechanic, there were two extra tires lashed to the rear tool box, which, besides tools, contained many extra parts, such as spark-plugs, batteries, coil, and one carburetter. 112 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL The course lay from Sea-Girt to Seabright, making a circuit of twenty miles over country roads not above the average for mud, stones, ruts, and hills, to say nothing of curves. The track was well guarded, as it lay through six small towns, full of curious spectators. Arriving at the track, I found the machine I was to drive was a 70 H. P. stripped racer, with the characteristic absence of hood, fenders, and comfort. My mechanic was a nice, obliging chap, and he gave me valuable hints as to. the hills and curves in the course. The car was number 14, which was painted white on the radiator. As a specimen of modern high-power machinery it was a success, but as a thing of beauty it was not. At first glance an inex- perienced person would hardly think that this mass of iron and steel was capable of going ninety-four miles per hour. At last we were ready to start. The cars were lined up on the starting line and sounding like a lot of machine-guns in action, as they had no mufflers. The drivers of the Foreign cars were leaning far forward waiting for the sig- nal, while the American drivers rested against the backs of their low tin seats. The pistol cracked, almost unheard in the tumult, but at the Hash I let in the clutch slowly and the car leaped forward. From that time on, I cared not where the other machines were that were not ahead of or beside mine. Inch by inch I advanced the throttle. The roar of the engine was lost in the shriek of the wind. With our faces warmed by the pressure of the air, we tore through the atmosphere like a bullet. I glanced at the speedometer. Its needle was quivering over the number fifty. Soon it climbed to sixty, then to seventy miles an hour. I now began to advance the spark as well as the throttle, and the needle pointed to eighty. Gradually we caught up to those cars which had been ahead of ours, and passed them, until only one remained before us. We shot past one car which lay in the ditch, overturned, with its. wheels spinning in the air. However, there was no time to look around, for that would have meant death to both of us. Faster and faster we forged ahead. The spark and throttle were each at their highest notch. The noise of the engine was now a deafening roar. I stole another glance at the speedometer. It showed ninety-two miles per hour. I gripped the wheel tighter, for there was a dangerous curve ahead, and I was determined not to shut off the power unless necessity compelled me to. The car ahead appeared to be slowing down, for it was rnuch closer than before, and I noticed that there was a slight hill leading down to the curve, making it all the more dangerous. My mechanic turned his head and shouted something to me, but his words were lost in the roar of the wind. I had barely time to notice these things when with a sickening lurch the car shot down the hill toward the curve. It was not until then that I realized why the car ahead had slowed down. The curve was at the top of a ravine, and I should also have slowed down, NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 113 but it was too late now. Faster and faster we went, when I saw something which turned my blood cold. The other car was trying to cross ahead of us so as to be on the inside of the curve. There was nothing for me to do now but to reverse the machine. I reached desperately for the lever, but just then: the car skidded sharply as it took the curve and I lost my hold on the wheel. I would certainly have been thrown out and killed if my foot had not caught under the clutch pedal and I hung there head downward, with the machine going at a terrific speed. With great presence of mind, the mechanic grabbed the wheel with one hand and me with the other and pulled me back in. I lay there on the Hoor of the car for a few minutes while he drove, too exhausted to move. I soon recovered enough to take charge of the car again, and we finished Hrst. The next day I returned home and found the strike settled. I applied for my old position and got it. -Paul Wright, '10. ,, ,,,. :Q-'rv up 2 1,11 1 .423 5 il il-Efnf ml 'l-51171 1. :Pt Val :QW5W,i11, .HU ri: if -Milf W1 I if! ' mai! f,!,H.'r i . A-,J x'.'f' ,' U A , .,.j'.i:: 5 ,, innflrgyxl-.K-, QM ,IE Mg , Igggi W' ii' IV ',l 1 It Valli: 'IW I I 1 G-A ll f iglmww'1a:mW.1'i l srl I ts f ye I l w lf - J 'I wa f L- 'A:.1: ..-, .-,- J -J-:-- il I , , 1' ,N ,J l.!,..,-. is ll xx I NY' K x- 'XV' 'KI Sf? XNWL ' I- ' ngfsffll I ' ll4 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Two Wishes WO small girls were sitting on the doorstep. One of them spoke, and as she did so, her eyes were following'a large monarch butterfly which was Hitting about the yard. 'FI wish I were a butterfly, she finally said. It would be so nice to fly around by those sweet flowers. Oh, don't, answered her companion, I would rather be one of those large beautiful moths that Hy around at night. The stars would be out and it would be so nice and cool. just then the two girls noticed a large grass-. hopper which had in some way become caught in a large spider's web. Full of pity the two children immediately started to break the delicate threads: which bound the poor insect. Soon to their surprise, they found itwas not 1a grasshopper but a small man dressed in green. As soon as they could re-' cover from their astonishment they placed him on a post which was con- veniently near. He dusted his clothes, then turned to the girls and took off his hat with a sweeping bow. Then he spoke. You have saved my life, he said gratefully, and, as it is in my power to do so, I am going to reward you. You may each have one wish. Take your time and do not decide hastily. Oh! we don't need to think, cried the girls, we know already. i I want to be a large beautiful butterfly, cried one. I want to be a creopia moth, cried the other. Very well, follow me, he said, and you shall have your wish, but if you ever regret it, just Hy to this post and repeat the words, Hic, Haec, Hoc, and I will come. They had now reached a large field and he led the first girl up to a large milkweed plant saying, as he did so, You will have to begin by being an egg. All right, she said, and she soon found herself a small pale yellow egg safely hidden on the under side of a large- milkweed leaf. She lay there for about three days and then the egg broke. and she crawled out a small worm-like larva. She had eight pairs of legs. .and was of a greenish yellow color with broad bands of black. She soon, learned to eat voraciously. After she had molted four times she found herself' lto be, no longer a worm-like larva, but a quiescent non-feeding pupa or chrysalis. She was bright green in color with golden dots. She hung fastened by one end to a leaf of the milkweed plant where she stayed for about ten days. Finally the chrysalis broke and she' came out a beautiful butterfly. She enjoyed herself very much for a few days,,but soon got very tired watching out for the hands of children which were always waiting to catch her. After about ten days of this she made up her mind she would go back to the post and be changed to her own form again. The other little girl had much the ,same adventures except that she was a different kind of a caterpillar, and that she turned into a cocoon instead of a chrysalis. She flew about at night and enjoyed it very much at first, but she, too, got lonesome and tired of it' in about ten days. She started for the post repeating the words over to her- NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 115 self that the little man had told her. When she got there she found seated on the post a large monarch butterHy, and, as she repeated the words the little man had told her, the butterfly also said them. Soon the little green man appeared. What! tired of your wish already? he asked. Yes, they said wearily. He soon repeated some mysterious words and they found themselves two little girls again. As they turned to thank him they saw he was gone. My, I'l1 even be glad to do dishes again, said one. Oh! so will I, an-- swered the other, and I'1l never catch butterflies for fun again either. -Dorris L. Hutton, '11, The Fairy , She wears a cob web for a robe, , That glimmers with dew pearlsg A blue bell makes a tiny cap . To set upon her curls. Her eyes are bits of azure sky, Her hair light from the sun, She mounts a brilliant butterfly When her day's work is done. Her work only an elf can dog 'Tis painting roses red, 'Tis op'ning tiny baby buds, And putting bees to bed. After all these tasks are done, She sails out in the night, Anddances round a fairy ring Beneath the moon's white light. -Dorothy Price, '1O. A 115 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Work of Art ATE one afternoon, many years ago, an old man sat in a balcony which overlooked a beautiful Flower garden. The rays of the setting sun fell on his silvery locks and lighted up his kindly earnest face as he gazed admiringly on the flowers. Their grace and beauty seemed to charm and fascinate him. And well they might. Far or near, it would have been difficult to find so fair a garden. Every variety and color seemed to. blossom there in profusion, making the place a bower of grace, of fragrance and of charm. ' As the old man looked at the flowers, his eyes became dreamy and sadf He was recalling the past. It was just at this hour that his daughter had' been wont to visit the garden. His daughter! How good and fair she was !' To him she was the embodiment of all that was both good and beautiful. He remembered with what graceful bearing she had moved among the flowers and how the thirsty plants had appeared to brighten at her approach, as she- ,sprinkled them with water and stooped to inhale their fragrance. She ha'd' 'loved them all, but she had loved best the tall, white lilies. Yes, there were' some growing near by along the garden wall, just where others had grown when they were her special delight. It was time to water them now. The' old man rose and fetched an earthen jar containing water. Gently he sprinkled the cool, refreshing water on the lilies. Suddenly the jar fell from his hand. A thought had come to him-the ,thought to bequeath to the world the beautiful face and form of his dearly loved child. He was a sculptor. Why couldn't he? A vague sense of wonder occurred to him that he had not thought of so simple an idea before. But as he went to his studio a feeling of joy and thanksgiving filled him. If the idea had come to him before this, he would have tried to execute it, and he would have failed. Now he was at the zenith of his power. All his years of mastering the technicalities of his art, his years of labor seemed but for this. Eagerly he set to work, and labored devotedly for many years to produce in marble the fair face and form of his child, working with the love of a father for his child, and the love of an artist for his art. Perchance this is the true story of the love and the divine inspiration, which inspired the production of that masterpiece of sculpture, the Venus off Milo, whose maker is unknown to the world. -Bessie Kenealy, '08. NINETEEN ,HUNDRED AND EIGHT The Captain and the Auto Captain Bluewater now retires And to the country wends his wayg His coxswain he as coachman hires And takes a ride most every day. One eve, as homeward go the pair, The coxswain driving on the box, The captain dozes, free from care, As one who fears no storm or rocks. When quick, ten cable lengths alee, The coxswain sights two auto's eyes. They are the First he e'er did see And loud he to the captain cries: ' A light upon each bow does rise! The captain has no sooner seen 'em: 'Twill be a very close shavef' he criesg But port your helm and go between 'em! -john Cowing, '10 An Artists Dream 'Twas one Fine day in Springtime, When sweet sounds iilled the air- When all the world was joyous And I was free from care. On such a day I wandered Along a bank of green, And in the emerald waters A beautiful face was seen. Its hair was long and goldeng Its eyes were large and round. The ruby lips now made me think My model I had found. But as I gazed in rapture, Those eyes no more did gleamg The river vanished suddenlyg I woke-'twas all a dream. -Ruth Schwarzenberg, '10 118 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL His Bridge to the Moon OBERT MCMURIEL was a tall, splendidly built young man, with dark hair and a swarthy complexion. His jaw was firm and rather grim, while his forehead was broad and high with deep-set black eyes that never failed to look at you squarely when addressed. It was his .last year at Princeton. He had gone straight through with his class, yet in this, his last year, he had no friends. At the age of five Robert had been left motherless and three years later his father, who had never recovered from his loss, left the boy alone in the world. His uncle, whose only thought was of self, had begrudgingly taken the child into his luxurious but utterly unhomelike home. The boy grew up left entirely to himself. No one took- an interest in him and he was unaware what kindness meant. He was silent and moody and never knew the mean- ing of faith and trust. This explains his lack of friends among his college acquaintancesg for his manner and disposition had seemed to grow on him with years. He was completely left alone. While no one actually distrusted' him, yet he was looked upon with a certain amount of suspicion. McMuriel appeared to be fond of all out-door sports and whatever he, undertook he did well. He was among the highest in his classes and his studies were prepared with apparently no effort. He showed a marked pref-' erence for electricity and as a rule could be found in the machine shops or laboratories, experimenting now on one thing, now on another. One night an unaccountable fit of loneliness seized him and he went out onto the campus intending to try and walk it off. Passing the reading-rooms he noticed a group of Seniors gathered together, smoking and talking among themselves. Frank Caruthers, one of the number, noticing him as he passed the open window, hailed him with a, Come on in and join us, McMuriel. Robert hesitated, started to give a curt refusal, but catching the look of earnest interest in the face of the other, he accepted the invitation with a barely audible, Thank you, guess I will. Frank Caruthers was of an athletic buildg broad-shouldered, deep-chested 'and firmly knit. He was very fair with frank blue eyes. He was always ready for all the fun on hand, a believer in clean sport, and with a bright, sunny disposition. On the other hand he was up in his work and passionately fond of civil engineering. While he was liked by all and had numbers of friends, yet there were very few of his class-mates that really knew and ap- preciated the grandeur and nobleness of his character. He alone of all those who had come into contact with Robert McMuriel, had been drawn toward him. Frank had the firm conviction that behind the cynical and sullen dis- position shown to the world, there was in Robert a character more than worth NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 119 the knowing and that seemed never to have been found even by the man himself. A To-night the men thus collected were discussing things going on in the business and political world. One topic led to another until it got around to' one after another telling what he intended to do when he left college, of his. 'ideals and how he intended to accomplish them. Neither Frank nor Robert' joined the discussion. But the former, during the talk, watched the latter closely. As each one expressed his ideals, he saw the cynical and hard ex- pression that gathered in the eyes of McMuriel. As the group broke up Caruthers moved off with Robert and asked to walk with him to his rooms. Frank as soon as they moved off asked Robert what he thought of the talk he had just heard. The latter emitting a light sarcastic laugh replied that the men were just building Bridges to the Moong that these Bridges would never be finished and if they were, they could never be crossed. They parted a few minutes later and while McMuriel's good- night was short and cold, Caruthers told himself that he had not given up his :character hunt yet. It was drawing towards the end of the year. Robert and one other who .never liked him, were tied for first honors in the electrical class. The final decision, which was to result from an experiment that both were then working on, was to be made in a week. Robert was heartily disliked by his opponent and some of his opponent's friends. The only one who stood by him was Frank who had come to believe in him and had given him, though as yet unknown to Robert himself, his entire confidence and best of all gifts, a pure and unselfish friendship. There were two more nights in which to finish. Robert was all through, but one little point which up to now he had been entirely unable to acquire. This fact was known to his opponent who had been able to get it, but unable to obtain several other small points which he knew had been easily obtained by Robert. Robert had been left alone with the last point almost gained. The other man, knowing he was defeated and accepting his defeat very ungrace- fully, had long since arranged his experiments and papers and had left. At: last McMuriel finished. As he left the building he noticed some one lurking in the shadows. But hesitating only a minute he went on and forgot the in- cident entirely as he was tired and felt dizzy and light-headed. As he en-K tered his rooms Caruthers arose apologizing for his late visit, saying some- what lamely that he was interested in the results of the experiment. When he was told that everything was finished and ready for the decision of the .committee he pressed Robert's hand and left hastily. The next morning the doctors were summoned hurriedly. McMuriel had a serious case of brain fever brought on by over study, the doctors said. As :a result it was three weeks later when he was told all that had happened. It seems that the next morning when the committee assembled, Robert's op- 120 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL ponent found that his papers had been stolen. On investigation several wit- nesses reported having seen Robert leave the laboratory late after everyone else and that he was extremely agitated. As it was known that the only point Robert had lacked had been discovered by the other man, this fact put with several other little incidents caused the committee to decide Robert had gone through the other's papers and then destroyed them. In this crisis Frank Caruthers was the only one who publicly claimed that it was all a plot and if the matter was sifted it would be found that Robert was entirely inno- cent. As everyone took sides against him even to the faculty, Caruthers soon 'found that he stood entirely alone. This fact and the serious illness of Robert made matters look pretty black. But nothing daunted, Frank set to work rto discover who was at the bottom of it all. At the end of three weeks, when Robert was able to talk, he found that there was such a thing as a real, true friend in this world. What Frank Caruthers discovered was never made known to the world at large. Five or six of the most prominent men in the Senior Class, after a brief investigation, left the school quietly. The whole affair was kept quiet by Robert's request. For now he had found what he had always hungered for, though unaware of itg that was faith, supreme faith in man. He now began his Bridge to the Moon and its foundations were' built of the great love and friendship of one man to another. Each day he found something to add to it and we leave him walking over his own Bridge and fast approaching the Moon with his ideals and ambitions very clearly defined. -' Geneva Ehler, '08. NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 121 The Pink Carnations HE rain fell softly on shiny, puddly pavements, the gleaming street lamps shone mistily through the darkness. People were passing rapidly up and down. They were mostly men. And now and again a big glow of light flashed from an open doorway, as a dear father was wel- comed home to have the raindrops kissed from his face by his glad little brood, while mother hastened fragrant, steaming dishes onto the table. Down the street Boy and his mother sat in a darkened parlor in the twilight. They never lighted up till much later, and Boy often wondered why. Far back in the baby days almost of his short life Boy remembered a tall, dark man. Perhaps that was his father. But he never asked his mother about him. For, close as they were to each other, and curious as he often was, he could never bring himself to ask about the vague father-man of his memory. Tonight Boy wanted the twilight more than ever. Something puzzled him, and mother would understand. So now he climbed up into her lap and lsnuggled down. In spite of his eight long years, Boy loved to snuggle-a 'fact which he carefully guarded from his sturdy schoolmates. He felt that they would scoff, and he dreaded it. For Boy was a sensitive child. The horror of his narrow escape, when one twilight, Billy Simm's mother sent him to borrow one of Boy's blouse patterns, still clung to him. It hap- pened that Boy wasn't smuggling just then, so next day, when accused of sitting in his mamma's lap, he stoutly denied it, though he felt a little guilty, even in the joy of his narrow escape. But he snuggled now. Mother, he was saying, mother, there's an .awful bad boy in my school. Not just dropping a pencil-box, but cheating' in marbles and he kicks our tops over. And Billy don't like him and neither does teacher. And I heard the principal say that his mother was an 'opium' iiendf What's that, mother? And Boy turned his innocent, questioning eyes to hers. And, mother, Billy's mother wont let him playwith that boy, and shall I? It was all out, and Boy waited. Mother drew him close and sighed a little. Don't try to understand, Boy, she said. Just feel sorry that he has none to love him, as you and Billy have. Perhaps if he thought someone would be sorry when he wasn't good, he would,try to be better. No matter' how naughty anyone is, there's always some good in him, a great, great deal of good. Always! she whispered, almost all to herself. Always! Mother knows, Boy ! And Boy wondered how she knew. it if if if if Next morning Boy and Billy trudged sturdily off to school. And Boy's mother, watching them out of sight, thought anxiously of her advice of the, night before. Perhaps Billy's mother had been wiser than she. Well, she would soon see. 122 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL The day passed, and twilight, a soft caressing twilight, again found Boy telling of the day's happenings. Mother, he was saying, he pinched the little lame girl. And I told him you would be sorry, if he was bad. You are sorry, aren't you, mother? He stopped and mother kissed him and was satisfied. She thought no more about the incident until a few days later Boy came home with a bunch of pitiful, little, wilted carnations for her. That bad boy sent them, he told her. He said, 'Give 'em to your mother, I guess, she's all rightl' Neither Boy nor Bad Boy knew how interestedly the teacher watched Bad Boy's little efforts to reform after Boy's mother told her about the carna- tions. Even the tall, dark principal was interested. He was such a lone. lonely man that the teacher was surprised that he took any interest at all. And she was much more surprised when in an effort at co-operation with her to help Bad Boy, he went to see Boy's mother. It was one evening some weeks later, that Boy's mother told him something about his memory father.. How years ago he had gone away, and she had heard nothing from him. She told him how she came to think, by and by, that he never would come back- to them, and how, after that, they had moved away. And now, Boy, she continued tremulously, father-man has found us again. And sure enough the big, sad principal was their father-man. And he came back to them again, with gladness. But Boy never knew that it was' because they both loved him so dearly, that bygones became bygones, i.n very truth, in the hearts of his mother and father-man. And, if the dreamy heart of the boy misses the long, still twilights, sometimes, still his pleasure and pride in father-man have grown deeper and truer day by day, until now he has enshrined him in his sturdy little heart, as the image of all strength and all nobility. -Mildred Ockert, '08, NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT So let the modus operandi of thy study be, That when thy summons comes to amalgamate thyself with That conglomerate bunch, where each Shall sit him down to be examined, Thou go, not like some measly Hat, A-shaking at the knee, but, sustained by a thought Of midnight oil, well burned, approach each exam Like one for whom it is a lead-pipe cinch, The which thou fearest not. To All But --Henry C. Robblee, '08 the Flat Yes, we know you call us Flatties, And you think us very small, But you know there is a proverb Which says, Pride shall have a fall Do you know, you're awfully haughty. You go strutting through the hall, Just as though you owned the building, But you do not own it all. Seniors aren't as bad as Sophomores, They are up too high for us, And the Juniors act quite good, too, But those Sophomores like a fuss. I suppose you all remember, Not so many years ago, When you started in at high school, Looked upon as mean and low. So you ought to be respectful, And be careful what you do, Because you were once but Hatties, And, perhaps, were laughed at, Ah! but we'll be Seniors, some day, Then 'twill be our turn to sing, And the shouts of 1911 Will make dear old East High ring. -R. too. B. B. A Flat 124 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Moonlight Coasting Party EFORE the starry threshold of jove's court my mansion is. My home is one of those glittering balls you see lying in twinkling bliss so near the gateway of heaven. In the daytime I keep to my room, for only the radiant beams of the sun are needed to light the world. But when dusk comes creeping in, I light my lamps, and help Diana in her silvery glory take away the dusky glooms of night. Sometimes my lamps do not 'burn with their steady clear light, but go out and then come up again, so that little children have learned to say, Twinkle, twinkle little star! When Diana has taken her course up the steep way of the sky, and is .sending down a white streamer from her hair, making all things on earth clear and pure as in the light of day, I see a group of happy young folk wend- ing their way up a long, snowy hill with sleds. Then comes a cry, Tra, la, la! Clear the track! I'm coming! I look out to see what all the commotion is about, and behold a sled bursts into sight covered with girls and boys in profusion. Then comes another, and still another. Soon the hill is covered with dark Figures running back and forth, and more sleds come coasting down. Such a merry peal of laughter Boats up to me in my airy home, and. such shouts of joy! 'Truly there is happiness here. But why shouldn't there be? All day the raging elements have wreaked their vengeance on everything possible. Now, Diana, fair Moon-goddess, has dispelled all evil winds, and lent her brilliant radiance to the good time of' the world's children. Such is the picture I perceive, but now it changes. Merry good-nights are said. The boys and girls have gone to sleep their happy weariness away. A11 is quiet, and peaceful, and white on the steep slope, but a little while. before the center of activity. Soon it will be time to turn out my lamps, for in the east the rosy glow of Apollo's chariot is ascending. ' -Frances Collister, '09. Mr. Hooley on Education in General T do seem t'me, said Shaugnessy, that a city th' size iv Cleeveland wad afoord more thin wan high school. Whirever did ye git thot idea? queried Hooley, Tu th' bist av me reckyulections, ther are az manny az siven, not tu shpeak av th' kinter- gartens, th' reformatory an' th' hoshpital fer dippy at Newburgf' Well, I was only joodgin be th' spoortin colyum av th' noospaapers, which is th' only paart av th' paaper worth readin, said Shaugnessy, Whin NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 125 base-ball is th' populaar spoort av th' day, it's East High thot wins thfpinnentg th' same wid fut-ballg and wid basket-ball its no differint. Is it anny wonder I began t' think that East High war th' only wan in Cleeveland? An' whin it cums t' athletics, purty giruls an' an overshtock av rah-rah byes, yur moore thin half right, Shaugnessy. Shure, times hav changedl since me an' you was byes, ,Shaugnessy. 'Twas git up at four 'clockj' make th' Fires, shlop th' pig, milk th' cow, thramp three miles to. school lan' wuruk frum eight in th' mornin till four av th' evenin,. an' all th' atheletics we got wuz what ecksorsize we injyed be dodgin th' books trun at us be th' masther. Theres no tellin wat we might av bin if we'd ahad th' advantages av th' prisint gineration, Shaugnessy. Instid av wearin callus places in yur hands be th' overzeelus use av th' pick and shovel, ye might. rtuday be walkin' this here beat an wearin a shtar or riprisintin this here warrud as a counsilman at laarge. Th' job av bein a shtudent has- its eecon- omical side az well. If th' ol man's pants git a little baggy tu th' nees, he gturrns thim over t' Willie, hoo happens t' be a real shtudent-but they be tu' long be three inches-no matter. Willie proseeds t' turn thim up haf way t' th' nees, shtick hiz hands in hiz pockets an pull thim out az fur az th' bridth av th' cloth will permit-an ther ye arre. Its a graate shnap th' principal av East High has these days-no wurruk t' doo but dhraw hiz salary an' watch th' others wurruk, ventured Shaugd nessy. It is thot, said Hooley, All he haz t' doo th' liv-long day iz t' get up. at 6 A. M., ate hiz breki-ist at 6:30, be at th' school at 7 t' see thot th' janitor is on th' job, see that th' teachers arre on time, chase throo th' hulls bechoon times t' see thot no shtudent gits a fit av overcleanliness durin' school hours, jolly some outraged paarent out av th' idee thot his darlint bye iz bein dis- criminyated agin, deliver a impromtoo oration, on th' currint happinings av 'th' day, before each class, shtand by while th' flats arre changing classes t' see thot they don't eckseed th' speed limit, act as 1-irust aid t' th' wunded whin sum wan av th' poopils git a crack on th' shin in th' gym, oversee th' piactis av th' fut-ball, basket-ball an base-ball squads, lisen t' th' tales av woe av this teacher an that shtudent an thin make out th' repoort av th' days pro- seedings an thin he can go hum. It seems a shame t' take th' muney, said Shaugnessy. It du thot, assented Hooley. ' --Dalton Risley, Jr., '11, o 126 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL The Real and the Ideal Our flowers are merely -i flowers. -Poe. AJESTICALLY behind the hill-tops sinks the sun, trailing behind him long steamers of crimson, purple and gold. Night, loath to hasten the magnificent pageant, comes on slowly, waiting until the end of the last streamer has disappeared over the crest, before she sends out a tiny star to reconnoitre. The star, blinking sleepily in the twilight, looks down into the valley and sees a child. The brother and sister stars have not come out yetg Mother Darkness can but just be distinguished at the far end of the valley, so the lonely little star looks down at the lonely little child and beckons. , Gaily the child runs forward. Her eyes are Exed upon the star and she runs with unerring steps in a straight path. Darkness comes up behind her, other stars appear in the heavens, a hundred little crawling things in her path are crushed by her flying feet, but the child notices none of them- at first. So long as her eyes are for her star alone, darkness cannot bewilder, her nor a thousand other stars confuse her. But after a little she grows tired, the way is very far, and she looks back to see the distance she has covered. Instantly the gloom closes in around her, all the slimy, wiggling things upon the ground, crawl over her bare white feet. Frightened, the child looks- instinctively toward the star and lo! there are a thousand stars and she can't find her own. She runs first one way and then another toward this star and that, until she has strayed far from the straight path. From between the leaves of the bushes on either side of her, myriad, mocking eyes, green, blue and red peer out at her and send her hurrying on. She comes to a turn in the road and sees many others like herself pursuing little twinkling lights. She gives a last look up at the stars, I can't ever reach you, the way is too far and too hard, she says, and she also joins in the pursuit of the Fireflies. All through the long night she rushes along with the crowd, gaining sometimes, losing sometimes, jostled by those who come up behind and treading on those who fall. Her arms are scratched and bleed- ing, her breath comes in gasps and sharp stones cut into her hot leaden feet, but she never pauses. And just as the end of the long valley comes into view and the end of the long night passes through, the child captures her prize. All the little light it had is gone. She had thought it a kind of star and she finds it an insect. She turns toward the starsg they, too, are gone and she had given them up for this! She clutches the I-lrefly in her hand and stoops down at a pool to drink. Who is that looking out at her from the water, old, haggard, wild-eyed, and NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 127 wretched? Surely I am not like that, who are you ? she calls. And straight- way out of the water arose another form, the counterpart of what she had been, only glorified. The radiant creature answered the child and said, thyself. Then you, who are you? Thyself, also, as you might have been, but call me 'Psychef I was with you at the first in the far end of the valley, and as long as you kept your eyes upon the star and followed the straight footway, I walked with you, hand- in-hand. When you turned to look back I walked farther away, and amid the turnings of your path afterwards I lost sight of you, till you joined the crowd at the turning, I knew I never would find you again until the end. But how did you get here so soon ? The road of many turnings is the longer. Why did you leave me at first ? You would not let me stay. All the World starts out as did you in pursuit of a star. Sooner or later they fall and take up another chase. The road to temptation runs through the Valley of Life from beginning to end and has many intricate curves so that at some one of the many places where it crosses the Way to the Stars, someone goes wrong. The faded eyes of the traveller filled with helpless, bitter tears which dropped upon the bleeding hands and into the Pool of Despair. Let me go back, oh let me try again? But Psyche answered, Nay, you have had your trial, be satisfied. Elizabeth Burns, '08. The Nightmare of School Days What is there in a rhetoric theme To cause such dire distress? I'm sure it is a harmless thing, And yet I must confess There's nothing in our school routine That does my mind impress More than this simple four word phrase, Theme due next Thursday. I'll not dwell upon six sleepless nights, And six uneasy days When all the world seems dark and drear, For the ghost stays near always. But I'll pass on to the night before. There can be no more delays. Only then is known the worth of the words, Theme due next Thursday. 128 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL My fevered brain gropes blindly on, And I wait for an inspiration, And my mind travels far from earthly things, But comes back to realization, As I hear the clock strike half past ten, And I think of all creation In search of a subject on which to write The Theme due next Thursday. I frantically grasp an idea or two , And write them down in haste. And a weighty burden is lifted from me. The monster I have faced. I then hand in this effort of mineg And the world and I are at peace, Until once more I see the sign- Theme due next Thursday. -Grace Forward Forward, turn forward, oh clock, in your flight, Make it 12:30 please, Oh pity my plight! Forward, turn forward, oh hasten your flight, Hear Sir Findley say Miss Ethel, recite. Forward, oh forward, dear hours, turn your flight For swiftly, too swiftly The hours Hew last night. Go swiftly, as swiftly, dear hours, in your flight As Cloanthus's boat Skimmed by me last night. Forward, oh forward, oh time in your flight, Let me behold myself, The last time, recite. Forward, then forward, oh life in your flight, Yet upward and onward, Toward God, turn thy light! Avery, '10 NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 129 Forward and upward, oh time, be thy flight, And thou shalt behold me Saying some distant night, Backward, turn backward, oh time in your flight, Let me a student be, I pray just for tonight. Backward, turn backward, oh time, thy swift flight, Let me behold East High I ask, just this one night. Onward and upward, oh bear thou her Bight, Rear up her wondrous light On! on! up with the right! -Ethel L. Mead, '08. A Bridge to the Moon . HERE was once upon a time a great king, who was very wealthy, so wealthy, in fact, that he could buy anything in the world that he wished. This king had one little daughter, whom he loved more than all his wealth. His only pleasure was to give his daughter everything she wished, so by the time the Princess was twelve years old, her rooms were so filled with jewels and playthings that there wasn't one thing more that she wanted. One morning the Princess came down to breakfast looking very thought- ful, and when her mother, the Queen, asked her what the matter was, the Princess replied that she had had a very strange dream. She had'dreamed' that she was in a beautiful garden, where there were wonderful trees and flowers and fruits and sparkling fountains, and everything seemed covered with a silvery mist, as if the moon were shining. But there was no moon in the skyg indeed, there did not seem to be any sky at all over this wonderful country. While the Princess was standing there, all alone, a voice whispered in her ear that this was the garden of the moon, which very few mortals ever saw or heard of. Then the garden had vanished, and the Princess awoke. I'm sure I could go to the wonderful country again, she said, if there were only a bridge to the moon. And immediately the King said, You shall have a bridge to the moon 3 and he sent for all the workmen in the' kingdom, and told them to build a bridge to the moon. So the workmen 130 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL worked all day and all night, and at the end of a year they had built a tall stairway that reached almost to the moon. But the next morning, when the Princess looked out of the window, the wonderful stairway had entirely disappeared! The workmen started again, but no sooner was a bridge begun than it disappeared in the night. So, at last, the builders gave up in despair. Many years passed, and the Princess still longed for her bridge to the moon. She used to go into the palace garden, and gaze up at the silver moon, and think of her childish dream, and wonder whether she would ever visit the beautiful garden again. One night, while she was sitting thus, idly picking a rose to pieces, an, ugly old hag appeared to her and said in a sharp voice, Stop your dreaming, my good girl, and do something useful in the world. Dreams will not build a bridge to the moon. The Princess started and looked about her, but the' old hag had disappeared as suddenly as she had come. The very next day the Princess began to follow the hag's advice. She, went about through her kingdom, trying to help her subjects in every possible way. The people grew to look upon her as a friend as well as their Princess, and she became more beloved every day. The years rolled swiftly by. Again it was deep night, and once more the Princess stood,in the wonderful garden of the moon. There were the same wonderful trees and flowers, but this time she was not alone. The old hag stood beside her, no longer ugly and wrinkled, but young and beautiful, and holding in her hand a wand tipped with a star. She took the Princess by the hand and led her to the edge of the garden. Look down, she said. The Princess obeyed, and saw a wonderful shining path leading down into the darkness below. That is your bridge to the moon, said the fairy, the bridge by which you came to the moon tonight. It was not built by human hands: every one of the stars in the foundation is one deed of kindness. It has taken years to build that bridge, and it cannot be seen by any mortal except yourself, but there is nothing that man can make that can destroy your bridge to the moon. And so it was that the Princess built for herself what all the workmen in her father's kingdom could not accomplish. And some clear moonlight night, you may look up into the sky, and see the beautiful Princess, who built the wonderul bridge to the moon. -Pearl Himmelman, '08, NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT A Man's Friends The truest comfort of them all A peace forever at his call Be he a saint or Devil's thrall His pipe brings peace. His champion while life doth last, His friend no matter what his past No better friend can fortune cast Than this, his dog. Thro' thick and thin let come what will There'1l be one yet who loves him still All others his dark life may chill. His mother's love. -Mildred Calhoun, '09 Miss Weather Oh, little Miss Weather, She is altogether Entirely too fickle for aught, By Winter she's courted, Then by Spring is sported, Entreating her, all goes for naught. Whilst Winter's hair white, His stature and might, She admires, and we think she'll stayg But behold! with a smile Back comes spring for a while And orders poor Winter away. April, Winter she gave Spring made August behave In a way very shocking, indeed! Whilst our Summer so gay She put right away Without to his words taking heed. Oh! that she is saucy, And also quite bossy We certainly have to confess, 'Less her highness it suits, I'll sure bet my boots, Our grievances she'll not redress. --Agnes J. Hawkins, 'll 132 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Arachne There lived in ancient Greece a maid, Arachne was her name. Her skill in spinning was so great That she had won much fame. And many who had watched her spin Had all agreed and said, Minerva was the teacher wise, By whom was taught this maid. The proud and haughty maid did seek This statement to deny. My skill with her Jove's daughter fair, I do not fear to try. Minerva heard and was displeased, And so to her she came, That she might warn this wicked girl, V Disguised as an old dame. Arachne stood to her resolve, And was not terrified, When her adviser proved to be The one she had defied. To contest they proceeded then, With ruler of the sea. Her contest then Minerva wove And showed her olive tree. The faults and failings of the gods, Arachne pictured there, Which since they showed impiety Minerva then did tear. To make her realize her guilt, Minerva touched her head, And to a spider she was changed, Always to spin her thread. -Kathryn Herbert, '10 NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 133 A Peep at My Air Castle OST everyone builds air castles. It is a delightful pastime and a wonderful balm for discouragement and disappointment. Some people, however, consider it an idle waste of time, but I do not believe they have ever indulged and so do not know how very nice day dreams really are. My castle is a queer one and is a strange conglomeration of various styles of architecture. Much about it is modern, though there are the pointed Gothic doors and windows, majestic Doric pillars, while oriental features, too, are prominent. But to speak in the language of air castle land, my castle is merely a hope that some day, when I have served my time at East High and added a few more facts to the few I have already learned, I may see for my- self the world in which I live. The main entrance of the castle leads into a very large and modern drawing room. Here you will see the many and varied sights of our own, country. There are smaller rooms adjoiningg in this one you may see Mexico, in another the beautiful snow capped peaks of Northwestern Canada. This room is quite a favorite. I love to come here and look upon those huge giants for they possess a sort of solemn grandeur which quiets and fascinates me. From this room I pass into one where we will see England, the hurrying, busy London and Liverpool and the dear little secluded and retired villages on the banks of some clear stream which shrinks from the eye of a stranger and conceals itself in willow thickets. Here is my German den! I have no words to tell you of the pleasure I gain here, for this is my favorite haunt. I can spend hours here watching the German Rhein and wandering through the ancient castles on its banks. In a. very small but very crowded up little alcove over there you see Switzerland, a country situated on mountain peaks and in valleys. France and Spain are small rooms to which I do not give much attention, for I do not often like to go to them. If you wish to behold a very beautiful room go to my library. Here, you see, are Greece and Italy. Drink in the gorgeous sky, it is beautiful enough. The Ancient Rome and once mighty Athens arouse your pity as you behold their beauty even in the mass of ruins. What could be more delightful than to spend one's evenings at Naples where you sit and look out upon the Mediterranean and cruel Vesuvius, or at Venice on a balmy moonlight night, while we glide up and down those wonderful water-ways you see? Where does that very odd looking entrance lead P you may ask. I will open the door. You see numerous mummy cases, monstrous sphinxes and pyramids,-remember this is a dream castle if you are wondering how I get 134 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL such things into my abode. No doubt you know what land I have in mind when I come here. Next I will take you into a room which you would not perhaps recognize at first. A feeling of rest, composure, and holiness comes over you as you look upon jerusalem, Bethlehem, crumbling and decaying, the Mount of Olives and the beautiful little garden of Gethsemane. Now we must ascend a long Hight of stairs. The air is filled with the odor of incense which gives you a drowsy but perfectly delightful feeling. From a little hall at the top of the stairs you enter quite a large room, where exquisite tapestries keep most of the sunbeams out and only the very strongest ones have been able to penetrate through the silken hangings. This is a wonderful room. Here is the Ganges upon whose banks are those famous pagan temples. On another side of the room you see a typical Indian city in Calcutta with its very cosmopolitan populace. A large field of poppies nod to you, these, no doubt, may have something to do with your drowsiness. In this little den here, you will see all I ever want of China, whose cities have made little progress for ages. Here in this little room you see the flourishing cities of japan, which are quite a marvel as contrasted with their oriental surroundings. The cities are very clean and the houses look like play houses and many of the people look like dolls. Over in that corner is a lovely little japanese garden in full bloom. Let us go down stairs by way of the Philippines and get acquainted with our new possessions. The cities here rather make you homesick. At last we are down stairs again in the drawing room. These are just the plans for my castle and nothing would delight me more than to start to work on them the day after I receive my diploma from East High. . ' -Hallene Babcox, '09. NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 135 Screw Your Courage to the Sticking Point 4 ARY is studying peacefully CPD in Room 18. Suddenly a grinning little boy enters, drops some fearful-looking yellow slips on the desk, and departs. Whispers of rhetoricals dart here and there, while every girl holds her breath. Mary's heart speedily ascends to her mouth at the sound of her own name Mary jones. She grasps the little- yellow judgment call, stumbles to her seat, stunned by the realization that' the worst has come. She is up for rhetoricals and just one week from Friday. Her teeth chatter, making her tremble all over. Well, she must brace up. It has to be endured. The next day finds Mary poring over six long pages to be learned word for word. Will she ever know the iirst sentence? She must know that at least, perfectly. Visions of footlights and the smiling faces of so many boys. and girls come before her. What if someone should make her laugh? Will the words ever put themselves together right? She must have two pages memorized before the next day. Poor Mary lies awake half the night planning just how the awful event will come to pass. How dreadful it will be to go to recitations that day! Then she will be sitting in the front row, while all the Hats pass by and! stare,-when, horrible thought, she must mount the steps to her doom. No doubt, she will trip on the wire and stumble-and how they would laugh at her! How impossible to sit stifliy in one of those chairs, while one, two, three others give their parts, and finally arise-perhaps only to forget, in the most important part. She feels that she is sure to fail. One has to fail sometimes. But what a disgrace! I canit. I can't, cried the girl in utter misery. But No, she whispers to herself. I have to,-I know I can, and I will. With this firm resolution, Mary succeeds in memorizing her selection. With what fear and with what trembling in the knees, she rehearses it day after day before the unsympathetic empty chairs and bare walls. Will she never, never feel sure of herself? The day before has arrived and she is still uncertain, for she always forgets in one or two places. Must she fail before all her classmates? Oh, I never could hold my head up and face them again. I must control myself and win. H Poor Mary goes to bed that night with a fixed determination not to think of what is before her. At first she succeeds, at midnight she awakes sud- denly with the sensation that something hard and terrible is clutching at her heart with iron grasp. Friday, the day, is at hand. She struggles to drive' away the thoughts of it, and go to sleep, but there she lies with eyes staring open, until morning. With such an aching head, and that tired feeling, can she ever get through the day? Surely, I will break down. But, no, I must 136 EAS.T HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL rise to the occasion and do what I know I can do, Mary says over and over to herself, as she devours her breakfast in choking gulps. Once at school, everyone asks, Are you afraid, Mary? Oh, a little, sighs the poor girl. How does she exist as the recitation hours drag on, bringing the dreaded moment nearer and nearer? Her muscles quiver from head to foot. A kind friend calls to her the last moment with, Be a hero in the strife. This must be her watchword. All fear and trembling has gone now. Only that dreadful feeling inside! Mary is in the front row by this time, just as she had imagined, and the Hats go by, looking at her with awe in their faces. Why, it is not so bad! She ascends the steps without stumbling and takes her place. The First victim is now on the stand. He is finished. Lucky mortal! The second succeeds. Will she be the only one to fail? The third-and then Mary Jones! She is actually making her bow. The audience is not so awful. They seem to carry her on. She even forgets their existence. If she does make a mistake, they do not know it. She has spoken her last word. It is over. -Rotha Richmond, '08. Castles in Spain. In Spain a thousand castles stand All rose and gold and pearl, Built by the skill of a master-hand, The youth of all the world. Their shining casements glisten bright, Love looks from every pane. While the sun of Hope, with its radiant light Leads all the world to Spain. But Hope grows dim as youth grows old. Ambition glitters clear. Till the world gives up the castles in Spain And builds its castles here. The Palace beautiful forgot, Stands tenantless in Spain, While youth's high ideals, love and peace, Seek homes elsewhere in vain. And many a man in his castle of stone Paid for with honor and pain, Despairing cries for that fairer castle Built and forgotten in Spain. -Elizabeth Burns, 'O8. NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT The Game Between East High and U. S. f In the month of November, on a sunshining day, The team of East High School was pitted to play The boys from U. S., this game counted much, For our goal line, no others were able to touch. The Crowd was enormous, both colors were flying, While they cheered on their teams, each other defying, When all of a sudden there rose up a shout, Just listen and soon you'll hear what it's about. Both teams in their togs had come on to the Held, One surely will win, the other must yield. The team of U. S. is confident of winning, But the Blue and the Gold sit quietly grinning. At last the game's started, the ball sailing high, Backward and forward the players charge by, First East has the oval, then plucky U. S., Our hearts in our mouths we are trying to guess, How this memorable game is going to come out, Of winning our rooters had nary a doubt, But fate seemed to. differ, as soon you will see, For U. S. had scored and was howling in glee. The first half is ended, the score i-ive to naught, In favor of U. S., though bravely we fought, But now we come back determined to win, Amid an uproarious, deafening din. The last half is startedg our boys gamely f-ight, And soon Paddy Ryan, much to our delight, Went over their goal line, a touch dovsm did. score, As Billy, his brother, had oft done of yore. The goal was soon kicked, and East High was ahead, Then rose up a shout that nigh woke the dead, Nine rahs for Pad Ryan rang out through the air, And now the U. S. boys did not seem to care. They knew all was lost, and the game we had won, They knew they were worsted, defeated, outdone, But they bore to their graves this one consolation, With which I will close this little narration. 138 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Our victory was sweet, but still there remained That lonely five points no others had gained, No doubt they will say in years that will come, We scored on East High, and that's going some. v -Cary A. Wright, '10. Fate H, my son, I have much to tell you, this nightg much which recalls the past joys, the sorrows and the wrongs, which I have borne alone for all these long years and which I must now disclose to you. The speaker had at one time been proclaimed the most beautiful princess in all India. She had dark hair and glowing black eyes, and tonight her eyes were blacker, if possible, than ever before, from the extreme excitement under which she labored. -Her clear, strong features showed but few of the traces usually found in one who has been kept in confinement for many years. Her son, a boy of fourteen, looked troubled and puzzled as his mother proceeded. You know you have often asked me why we were held prisoners in this hateful place and wondered why I would not tell you, but, believing that there is no way of escape, I have, until now, kept the truth from you. After the death of your father, Hyardal-Puna, your uncle-ah, if you but knew how I dreaded the very sound of his name-was placed on the throne until you should be old enough to rule, for you were then but a child of four. Through my maid, I learned soon after, that I had been reported as dead: next, your death was also proclaimed. Why your uncle has kept us prisoners these many years-why he has not killed us, I know not. But this very night I learned that our murder is being most carefully planned. Now perhaps you know why I am telling you this story. It is because I want you to try to help me devise some plan of escape. I fear we have but a short time to live, so perhaps tonight the good god Vishnu will show us a way. The flush on the boy's face deepened, as he earnestly said, My mother, you have done wrong in not disclosing to me my true identity, for then I might have comforted you even if I could not have helped any, but I know that Vishnu will help us. After many weary hours of discussion, Prince Sher Ali-for that was the boy's true name-fell fast asleep with the fond certainty which is so common with children-that he and his mother would be saved. NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 139 Soon the little prince awoke with a start, and, although it wasmidnight, called to his mother. Mother, he hurriedly whispered, Vishnu has, I am sure, shown us a way. I have this night seen a vision. This very room did I see, but instead of the piece of tapestry in the corner yonder, was the bare wall, and, even as I looked, a door swung slowly open. His mother nervously grasping him by the hand, cried, Come let us look! , I As with feverish haste they tore away the tapestry, the prince discovered a panel which was easily moved, and on the back of which was a small paper bearing a message in his father's handwriting. If you would bar yourself from others, pull the lever to the right. This is a message from the dead, softly whispered the queen, Let us obey. The tunnel had been built by the former King for the use of his loved ones, if ever any danger should befall them, but he had died before telling' them the secret. The tunnel looked dark and foreboding, but as it was a means of escape they pulled the lever, which served the double purpose of- swinging a thin iron door across the wooden one and also of disclosing a scroll on the wall, containing directions as to how they might get out of the passage. They now heard loud voices in their apartments and knew that they had very little time to lose. So dazed were they by the knowledge of their danger that they rushed almost blindly through the passage which was their only means of escape. On and on they ran, through a seemingly endless tunnel, and then the boy joyously panted, Mother, it is the light of day that we see. Stumbling, breathing hardftheir eyes Fixed on the white light ahead, they made towards the opening which would mean freedom. Before a modest bamboo bungalow, in the little Indian village of Dahrur, stood a queenly woman clothed in the white linen garb of the peasant class, and at her side stood a youth who raised his' large, mysterious eyes-so like her own-as she tremulously said, My son, yours was not the lot of an ivory cutter. It is but fate, mother, he reverently whispered. -Laura Riebel, 'O9. 140 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL The Moments of Life What are you doing from day to day, As the precious moments slip away? Oh, use them for some good endeavor: For moments gone are gone forever. A Like chips on the river, they are floating away. Nothing can make them pause or delay. They hasten away on their endless flight, With the boundless sea of the past to unite. Minute by minute How the rivers of life, And each is i-llled with struggle and strife. Oh, if each moment in the river of time Could only be counted as a thought sublime. Or a deed of kindness, or an act of love, For the King of Glory, who reigns above. But there's many a moment that is floating away, Filled with anger to be revealed some day. Then gather 1ife's moments as gems of beauty, In words of love and acts of duty. Count angry words as thorns on a brier, And strive eachbday to lift yourself higher. For in thoughts we live, and in acts we grow, While here we dwell on earth below. -Ruth Burton NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 141 A Close Call On a summer day, near the end of June, I came down the street at just about noon. As I came along with my hat in my hand, I paused to hear the tune of a band. Before a cigar store on the street, A band was playing music sweet, And, as I paused to hear the song, A runaway horse came tearing along. As I stood there and saw this sight, I was suddenly seized with a very great fright. I-tossed a nickel into the stand, Bought a cigar, and saved the band. -Ralph Sharp, '10. Misdirected Philanthropy OR many years I was in business in Los Angeles and with very good success. From the very First I was besieged by people who wanted aid for this charitable institution and that, but for many years I hadl -cherished a plan that that was not the right way to help people, but that I. would really help people much more if I were to lower my prices for some of' the really needy people who came to me. My line of business was artificial limbs, trusses, surgical instruments and so on. P One day an Italian came to me who said his little girl was ill-had been so for several years, and the doctor said she must have a truss. In the course of time I went to see about the case. I had some trouble in Finding the house. It was located in the central part of the town, near the market district. The house was behind a tumbled down shoe shop where an old, wrinkled Italian cobbler was working busily. I followed a very muddy, slippery path back through a narrow alley. On one side rose a high brick wall of a commission house, up, up, until scarcely a ,single ray of sunshine could find its way down to the houses and people be-A neath. Past a long row of sheds I went, until I came to a house, which, if it had been anywhere else, would have been instantly called an old barn, surely, belonging to a shiftless farmer. The entire thing was a black, indefinite color, except the door, which was painted a brilliant blue. One very high step was in front of the door. 142 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL It was only a few weeks before Christmas when I made the visit, and although it was only half past three when I arrived at the house it was be-' ginning to grow dark. The supper was under way and as the door was opened a very strong odor of garlic and frying meat came out to me. The woman who opened the door for me looked old and tired. She was carrying a baby in her arms and three tiny children were hanging to her skirts. An older girl, perhaps fourteen, stood just behind her. They asked me into the tiny room. Seated in the corner was an old woman who made the woman with the child seem comparatively young. The room was filled full of clothes which were hung up to dry. The day was warm and balmy as a spring day, but there was a roaring fire in the stove. Against the wall was a table, loaded down with crude cooking utensils. On. it was a bowl containing something looking like yeast, which the woman fed to the baby with her fingers, repeating meantime the one English word, hungry. There was in the room besides this two chairs, an old bureau and a large chest. They showed me the sick child, who was lying on the bed in the tiniest of bedrooms which opened off the kitchen. In the room was only a bed on which was the child. She was lying on a straw tick and over her was a much- soiled white comforter. I found the girl to be in a serious condition and in need of immediate attention. She was a beautiful child, but very small-about eight years old and seeming no more than five or six. Her hair was blue- black. She smiled continually and her large, black eyes kept up a steady- dance. She spoke English very well and served as even a better interpreter than her older sister. I liked the little one at once and when I at last left it was with reluctance, but it was steadily growing very dark, and I knew the' neighborhood was anything but safe. The father came to me again in a few days and I told him I would have the truss ready soon and intended bringing it out myself. Without thinking much about it I remarked that it would cost thirty-Five dollars, which was a regular price, neither higher nor lower than usual. Greatly to my surprise the man began to execute something like a war dance and between terrible cries in Italian I could make out but one continual cry of, No gotta de mon, no gotta de mon. At first I was nonplussed and then I remembered my old idea of directing my own charitable gifts. I remembered the two little rooms, the six children, the old grandmother and the large washing-foremost of all was the recollection of the beautiful child on the old bed, with such a happy smile for everyone, although continually in such pain. The man was weeping by this time and was still wailing the same mourn- ful cry. Hoping to make him happy, I told him he might have it for twenty- five dollars, but to my surprise and alarm he sank down in despair and whined the same pitiable cry, No gotta de mon, no gotta de mon. NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 143 Finally I explained to the man that because I was sorry for him, and already loved pretty little Camillia, he might have the truss for 'eighteen dollars, which meant not a penny of profit for me. At this the man got up and kissed my hands, and as best he could, speaking most of the time in Italian, with an occasional word of English, sobbed out his thanks. I went home that night formulating in my mind a plan which I meant to propose to my friends, showing them that large charitable institutions were an imposi- tion, and that they ought to help me hunt out such people as my Italian family. Several days later the truss was finished and I started for the home of the Pizzuli's-basking meanwhile in the sunlight of my own beneficence. After talking to Camillia for the most of the afternoon, I rose to go and told Mrs. Pizzuli that the bill was eighteen dollars. With self-satisfied feelings, I watched her extract from the innermost recesses of the mattress a long stock- ing, which was stuffed full and tied together at the top. All too soon I saw that it was filled with coins and rolls of bills to the very top. From the first roll she extracted a twenty dollar bill and handed it to me. I walked slowly back to my office and a wiser man sat down at my desk and wrote a check for one thousand dollars, which I mailed to the superin- tendent of the home for crippled children. -Grace Lemmon, '08. My Theme QIn imitation of Longfellow's The Bridge. j I sat at my desk at midnight, As the clocks were striking the hour, And the moon laughed in at the window At me, with all her power. I saw her bright reflection H In the ink, which before me stood, And I tried as hard as ever, To write my theme, if I could. But saw in my puzzled fancy, CAnd my heart in fear did beatj My face in the next day's English, Gleam redder than a beet. 144 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL I sat and sat, and pondered, I shook with awful fears, No flood of thoughts came o'er me, This Filled my eyes with tears. How often, oh how often In the days that had gone by, From Thursday night till Tuesday, Had I felt, as if to cry. For my mind was sad and worried, And my life seemed full of care, And the burden laid upon me, Seemed greater than I could bear. But now it has fallen from me, As right clearly you may seeg I only pity the others, Who do not feel as free. And I think how many thousands Of care-worn girls and boys, The ev'ning preceding the theme-day, Have said farewell to joys. I see the long procession, Still passing to and fro, The young minds sad and dreary With the theme that troubles so. The moon and its ink-well reflection, And shadows did disappear, While I wrote my sad meditations On the paper before me here. -Charlotte Pauli, '09 The Rhyme of the Unlucky School Girl It is a sad and gloomy thing And it stoppeth one of three. By thy spectral voice and mournful face, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? The schoolroom door is opened wide, And I must go right ing ' The pupils are already met: Mayst hear the merry din. NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT It holds her with its icy hand. There was a girl, it said. Ol let me go! please let me go! It merely shook its head. The girl sat down upon the stepsg She could not choose but hearg And thus spake on that spectral thing, Which held her in such fear. I once was bright and full of life, And went to school as wellg The trembling girl here groaned aloud, For she heard the tardy bell. But now temptation came and it Was most unusually greatg It took me in its mighty clasp, And I escaped too late ! I did a thing I ne'er had done, The listener said, Alas, Why look'st thou so. I had, O! O! Yes, I had skipped a class! I did not have my lesson well, And did not want to gog Better had I gone and failed Than to have suiifered so. I thought that I had managed well, And would not be found out. Ah! Well-a-day! how soon that hope Was scattered all about. For I had done an awful deed, And it did work me woeg . I tried to shirk the very work To which you wish to go. just when I thought that I was safe, And how easy it had been, I felt a touch upon my arm, There stood a teacher grim. EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Alas! thought I, and my heart beat loud, I could not make a sound. I lost all consciousness and fell Right down upon the ground. Since then I've wandered all about, My ghastly tale to tell To girls who think that they can skip A class and do it well. The One That Wins I. Fellows that keep pushing on, Right through thick and thin, Are the fellows every time ' That you will see win. II. Fellows that will never say, That's too hard for me, Ruth Gray, '09 Are the ones the whole world wantsg A just you look and see. ' -Leroy Hickox, '11 The very thought of writing themes Spoils my sleep and gives me dreams. Then I sit down with pen and ink, And do my best to try and think. When I have got something done, I read it over just for fun, And then I'm sure it will not do, So I tear all the stuff in two. I try againg it seems in vain, The strain is awful on my brain. And when my work is done at last, The time 'twas due is long since past. --Fred Gilchrist, '10 NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 147 Our Freshman Boy Blessings on thee, little man, Freshman boy with shoes of tang With thy reefed-up pantaloons, And thy shouts of East High tunes, With thy dinky peanut cap - Which betrays you as a Hat. At the warning of the bell, All rush through the hall pell-mell. Keep off the grass, by all you're told, Until by Spring the story's old Tho' thou dreadst Oh! Flat to hear, Sophomore days are very near. Thou art still our pride and joy, Blessings on thee, Freshman boy. -Allene Kirsch, '08. How She Lost the Hat YOUNG wife watched her husband carefully fold a small piece of paper, which he put in the further corner of a drawer in the library table. People usually say women are more or less curious, which proved true in this case. She immediately asked her husband what he had. Trying hard not to smile, he merely said, Nothing. After he had left the room she reasoned with herself what it could have been, and as her husband had said it was nothing of importance, she decided to look at it. On the paper was scribbled, I bet you a new spring hat your curiosity will not permit you to leave this alone. How could she claim the new hat without giving herself away? I -Gertrude Schaefer, '11, One day I stopped at study town, And there I thought myself to drown, Miss Wright would grieve when I was not! It was a shady, lonesome spot. just then I met a friend quite dear, Who led me to the schoolhouse near. The teacher there was neat and clean, But, oh! the things she said were mean, And not a child did dare to speak The Tale of EAST HIQGH SCHOOL ANNUAL When told the theme for the next week. She told each one to write a book, And gave them all an evil look. So when I went to bed that night, I thanked my stars for dear Miss Wright. An Old Engineer It is an old and feeble man, With locks of silv'ry hue, Mary Keenan, '10 And long gray beard from chin to waist, And piercing eyes of blue. Once more he tells the fearful tale, Why he appears so old. With horror of his awful ride, The listener's blood runs cold. I was an engineer by tradeg For Fifteen years or so I drove the fastest train upon The C. N. Y. and O. My engine, number twenty-nine, Was one of modern rnakeg For full five years I'd driven her, And loved her every quake. The night I grasped the throttle last Was cold and dark and drearg And of a wreck there came to me A strange, uncanny fear. My orders give me right of way For four score miles or more, I pull the throttle open wide, She starts out with a roar. The engine nears the stopping place At a fearful rate of speed, When round a bend, not far ahead, Comes another iron steed. I whistle loud and call for brakes, But it is all too late, They'11 meet with such an awful force That death must be our fate. NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT In less time than it takes to tell The trains met with a clash, And for a dozen miles around Was heard that awful crash. When I had done all that I could, And saw that nothing more Could save us from that frightful fate, I leaped from out the door. I landed safe upon the ground, And quickly ran to aid, The groaning, shrieking, dying men, That on the ground were laid. To fill the horror of the scene The trains began to burn, But all of us worked bravely on With faces grim and stern. At last the wreck was cleared awayg I'd gone on my last rung I'd driven number twenty-nine Till her work on earth was done. And now you see me as I was After that sad event, In a single night I changed into An old man gray and bent. -Daniel Fowler, ,IO E-ver we hear A-t East so dear S-omething clear about T-he Spirit. 150 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL A Spectator ID you ever think how a fellow would kick if he had to follow the ways of dress his father used when he was a young guy? My ancestor on my father's side tells me that when he was my age or a year or two older, he wore a derby hat with a crown about two and, a half inches high, a double breasted coat with a very wide collar, tight trousers with a flare at the bottom, very pointed shoes and bright hose, choice for red with a white stripe up the side, all this with the pants turned downf and always a black tie Cno colors, if you pleasej and you have a picture of a generation ago. Suppose a generation from now a fellow describes his father's peg top trousers, broad at the top and narrow at the ankles, with highly necessary crease in the front and rolled two or three times, making them come way over the ankles, his nobby little cap, his long coat, almost as long as the dress overcoat our fathers wore, low shoes and very fancy hose, tie and handker- chief, this personage to stand with his hands in his pockets and feet wide apart. Wouldn't that be about as funny to him as our father's attire is to us? If I could only describe a school girl of a generation ago when girls were so alluring, they say. Anyhow she didn't wear a pomp or a rat or a marcel or puffs Anyhow times change and we change in them. Mores mutant et mutamurf' -Horace Keeler, '10. When I First could say, I love you, Smiling sweetly, she replied, Swear it by the stars above you, And I will be satisfied. So I kneeled down. and before it Was too late to become wise, I looked up at her and swore it By the only stars-her eyes. -William Thompson, '10. This, I take it, is the result of As You Like It, on a second year boy. NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 151 The Apparel oft Proclaims the Man. HE apparel oft proclaims the man. Can any one think of a quotation which is more universally true?. So true is it that it might be made to read, His necktie oft proclaims the man. There is the fastidious man whose brocaded tie is always in place, the fash- ionable chap with cravat of the latest vogue. Then there is the quick tem- pered, excitable fellow whose tie is always under one ear. The economical man who wears an ascot to cover up his soiled linen. The slovenly man with his tie plentifully sprinkled with ashes, on a level with the top of his collar in back and about two inches below his collar button in front. Also the fellow with the embroidered cravat, you may be sure he is keeping com- pany or has a steady, Then there is the man with the made up or snap on- tie. Perhaps he is a get-rich-quick fellow who is so engrossed in business he- hasn't time to tie his tie, or he is a just-come-to-town fellow, where they didn't keep any other kind at the grocery store. You see a man with a flowing Windsor tie and you put him down as the leading man of Nellie, the- poor Sewing Machine Girl. And last but not least is the man without any tie at all. It is hard to say what he is, but easy to say what he isn't. -Martha Boggis, '09. A Toast. Here's to the man-no, not the one Who having failed, still bravely tries, And not the man who, having none Of the gifts that aid pa man to rise, Still struggles onward as best he may, Gladly whistling along the wayg Let others offer their toasts to these- Here's to him who has had success' In a decent, an honest way, and sees In himself no towering worthiness, But says to his neighbor, YOU MIGHT SHINE HAD YOUR CHANCES ALL BEEN AS GOOD AS MINE. -B. K. Harris, '06. V iw ,1!!m. ,, - ,'gsseegi2g5:5EE4i-I':,'fis5w,,. . - 12frse':i3915jj': .1-left' :, ,arti- r ' TM'-Q Mfllllfl L mln, V 1 in . ln, V 'H Im., 'I xiii . , I I M:':'lw H Nfl ' I--:,.7yr- ,nr A Ing' H 3 'Isa x I 1- 1? -I :.- 1 - llg5:E522a21e5?2w if .2 L .K -1 fa M w 5 ' -f-.W a x :- .,g::,EE?iEi5gEk V 9 ' f -.,...,.im, , , I f 1 Ai. 7 X X f :VM X' ff Ghz' S I X U ' 1 Q.. W' 'A J'-F X1 1 1 h X QW IIHEJQ! N LE -'X 5219? 61 wav N 1 A KE , W X 2 0 mwgfffwi' Q All X! XX 9 0 R If W? 57 J W Q - W M M iz QW fi 'mx Q . wi NN a x . If .V X 154 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL C6 7 What s in a Name. Cool PeckI npaugh SinnoT RobY Capt. Po11oCk F1esHer RyAn C. AhlMan Peck O'BrIen RObb1ee HanN1ey Pros Sser C. AI-Ilman Mosler Mgr. SPrack1ing. --Carey A. Wright, '10 NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT Yells Allah! Pu-da-dah! Ca-chee! Ca-ching! Flip-Hop! Flip-Hop! Biff! Bang! Bing! Kick-a-poo! Wal-a-poo! Singum! Sess! Rah! Rah! Rah! E. H. S. Boom! Chicka-boom! Boom! Chicka-boom! Boom ! Chick-a-rick-achick-a! Boom! Boom!! Boom!!! Rah! Rah!! Rah!!! Siss! Boom! Sess! Cleveland! Cleveland! E. H. S.! Give 'em the ax, the ax, the ax! Give 'em the ax, the ax, the ax! WHERE???----IN THE NECK!!! WHO???---U. S.!!! Rackety-cax! Co-ax! Co-ax ! ! Rackety-cax! Co-ax! Co-ax !! Hullabaloo! ROYAL BLUE!! EAST HIGH!!! Wiga! Wiga! Hoe-potato! Half-past alligator! Ram! Ram! Bul-a-wiga!! Chick-a-wa-da ! ! EAST HIGH! EAST HIGH! Rah! Rah!! Rah!!! Barix! Barax! Barox! Baree!! Arstify allee! Guzally-guzee ! ! Hur-rah! Rah! Rah! EAST HIGH!!! 156 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL - X f X K 1 gr ggi.. C Ky :ns ,A f .. 5 le fli- Q VI A X 1 fx 'i .af Mm 'hiv Q Tl WI 1, .IS gg!! 'ii Q,L , -: SEPTEMBER. 2. School begins. Our days are covered o'er with grief and sorrows, Neither few nor brief, veil all in gloom. 17. The Athenaeum convenes. OCTOBER. 12. East vs. Lincoln, 34-0. A good beginning. 19. East vs. Oberlin, 25-0. 25. The younkets have a little programme. . 26. East vs. West, 62-0. ' ' NOVEMBER. 2255 l J, ,I High - 4. East 53-Shaw 0. -qt ff.: 9. East 44-Oberlin Academy 0. T ffl, 15. East 40-centrai o. fig., , 19. Athenaeum presents a play to new members. fl' 7 za. East 12-U. s. 5. ,X Q ' The exception that proves the rule. ' mv,-ff, ' f' . ll l A 7 I ffl. DECEMBER. gl? ' WQQQ 5. Arthur Paden acquires a pompadour. 6. Athenaeum gives a spread to the F. B. B.'s. M ,.7p. I F-AWA:- mei More die by food than by famine. 13. Earl Sprackling gets a pomp. 17. Hazel gets the giggles in meeting. L' f NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 157 18 Boys receive much needed sweaters. 20. The Junior informal and Mr. Smith's holly conspicuous for absence. 21 3. 6. -22-23-24, etc. Nothing doing. Give us liberty or give us death. JANUARY. Athenaeum entertains its Alumnae. Sherbet, sherbet, So sang the bard. Cold and good and Looked like-lard. Albert Wilhelm-a pompadour. Vanity, vanity, all is vanity. Mr. Davis sings a solo. 7. Mr. Lothman chokes on Loamedontiades. . 10. Still they come! Reid Coleman brought a pompadour S 1 this morning. Mr. Davis reads the roll in music! 14. A substitute in 16. Did he have a nice time? 1 18. Coshocton vs. East. 34-16. 22. Edith reads a paper! Was she fussed??? 1 Henry Nash comes to school. 5 . . X 23. Henry comes again. If V . y 24. Again, Henry. Well!! li f l i. ', if Canton at Canton. 31-21. I, j fl 24. Ralph Akins is beginning to get a pomp. ' .pf -..ll ,A , 31. East. vs. Oberlin. 16-15. .1 -T w FEBRUARY. 2. Algebra-A worn out fetter that the soul has broken and thrown away. 3. Russell Werner follows suite with a pomp. 4. The Zets have a meeting. 5. Mr. Smith has a hair-cut. No pompadour. 7. East vs. Shaw. 19-16. Q 9. Glenville Debate. 11. Agnes recites twice in Greek class. 14. THE SENIOR PARTY. 15. East vs. Coshocton. 39-17. 18. Musical Service fourth hour. 19. Dido dies. 22. East vs. U. S. 22-4. EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Art Paden fell asleep in German class and never woke up till the bell rang!! Oh! What bliss! East vs. Central. 10-17. MARCH. A substantial expression of our sympathy is sent to Collinwood. Dr. Taylor gives an inspiring address. Some soap found in the washroom. A Grand Opera production. I smell smoke. ' U A debate arranged between Athenaeum and Zets. pf Great contests follow and much learned dust. lima Sophs cover themselves with glory! No one in G their Greek class had more than two mistakes! IVA Miss Black has her extra session. 1 -f'2,., I' p East vs. Shaw. 26-29. ' .H 1 ji Lucia comes to school alone. I 51 i-Q1 East vs. Canton. 21-16. if V , gg LT A Spontaneous test in 17. ik j .i ,U paftntiiffiilfg r -mm, I - lx 'A 'OK APRIL. R W XX- ' -. We have the spelling test. it Xxx, Athenaeum and Zets have a great debate. CAlso a spread.Q Annual goes to press. Rah! Board expresses ,its joy by doing Hip-Hops. The Dartmouth actors are entertained at Miss Hornicke1's. The Other Fellow appears. No lessons. Thanks to Miss Hanna. ' MAY. Annuals are here. Have you seen the lemon handed out to you? It's a shame, isn't it? 16. The Play. Exams. Ugh. Class Day. ' JUNE. Commencement. The end crowns all. NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 159 We Want to Know Where Hazel Hull got that nutty story about Nutty Nutwood. If Mr. Lothman's class will ever learn to say roof correctly. We wonder where a certain bob-ride went. Where the Girls' Glee Club is. Why Fred Carroll missed his. train. Whether Mr. Smith had a good time at the Senior Party, and why he didn't dance the Barn Dance. fMr. S. is usually up-to-datej. Whether A. P.'s red socks really warm his hands as much as he makes us believe. Why Miss Critchley changed her hair from parted to pompadour. If the faculty will ever learn to write its R. S. V. P's.! Why Wm. Sharp was so anxious to find Florence Rannells' English book in the Athenaeum Room. Why Mr. Lothman does not ask the boys of Room 22 to assist in moving the pianos the fourth hour. If Mr. Beman intends to start a Library with the books collected during music. To whom Mr. Knight referred when he said, The son never sits on, English Territory. - What illness keeps Hazel Miller from getting to school at 8:00 A. M. and allows her to get there at 8:07. Why Mr. Schulte laid his hat on his desk, and picked up the waste paper basket, and proceeded to put it into his closet. Why Miss Chaffee is in Room 18, fourth hour. Why Edith Hornickel's hat doesn't slide off backward. Whether the III. Hr. Greek class knows the names of the muses. How Mr. Wood can afford an auto on a teacher's salary. If a day ever went by, but that someone in Room 18 said, Ol I just washed my hair. How Susan Moore makes fudge. Why a ladysaid to F. R., in the library, Are you the librarian ? If Josephine Smith can ask a question without using would . How Josephine Pearce pronounces 'Elysium. When Mr. Findley's spelling test is coming. Mr. Reed Cillustratingj: What made the Seniors so warm at their dance? ' Pupil: Pressure, A cookie race was on one day In good old room sixteen Haro1d's mouth held 3 or 4 UD Robblee's-seventeen. Now Mr. Findley asked a question, CCounted not the costj Robblee answered-answered promptly But the cookies-they were lost! 160 'EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Earl Sprackling is all right, He plays with all his might, A foot ball game Is never tame So long as Earl's in sight. There is a young lady named Baldwin To the apple she may be akin- For her cheeks, they are red And, 'She's sweet, is oft said Of this jolly, young maiden named Baldwin. Hazel Cockrem is her nameg A Eating is her forte. And so it is no wonder That she's the solid sort. There is a young man named Robblee And a brawny man is he. His bulldog jaw Would inspire awe Even in a-mosquito. Translations Marguerite W. Ca flatj: Titus was ten years older than his father. From Schiller: He who dwells here will never hear the hen crow. und Dreher Kaufen -and bought a piano. Norman B. translates saltibus4saltworks. Si toutes les pucesde monlet-if all my Fleas. Nun standen auf dem Wege von ihm zwei Haeuser einander gegenueber. Grace G.: Now stood on the road 'before him two houses side by each. Josephine --: Oh woe is me. Enter Mr. Findley. Day before a dance, Frieda in Latin says: Flee that avaricious floor. Pupil translating in French: I made a sketch after a man. Mr. Schulte: What do you mean, did you make it from behind ? Mulieres quaeque per aetatem ad pugnam inutiles viderentur, means according to a Sophomore, the women who were useless for Hghting in the summer. . Were they Amazons in the winter? w NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 161 TQPSY TQRAY Wun of our teachers duznot beeleev in fonetic spelling. Hee sez that we . . l myt beecum entanguld in an inextrikubl confewshun if wee adopted it, con- ' ' h ' ls elling. seequentli wee shoold avoid thu danjer by shunmg t e sxmpu p Ereht si a -diam, dernan enihpesoj Dna ehs sah syawla suotriv neeb Tub siht raey ehs si s'80' eciv Dna ydob-yreve skniht taht ecin. -N4 C Q - 'N . . Z '14 - -H.N. I 3 to 'Nm lr RL Q .J , . Q ' E at QQNOSE gi: . N gf, 6' I U. 6 1 JMB ' La belle Suzanna est la Elle D'un ministre mais ah, bien soit! Car quelquefois elle nous effraye Par dire un mot qu'el1e ne dire doit. 'Joop S6'bI Luool q3no.1qJ, Auegoadsg 'axogaq smopeqs Jgaqi Jseo squazxa Bugtuog 162 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL ,mfg Zami. is u Bans! . Jeannette Agnew: Forward and frolic glee was there. Louis Ahlman: Strong manhood crowning vigorous youth. Marjorie Alexander: No dreamer, thou. Bessie Anderson: Made to be loved. Evangaline Anthony: Those tumbling avalanches! How awful and how beautiful! Music: Cut and come again. Johanna Baginsky: Who loves not knowledge! Edna Baldwin: I live in a crowd of jollity. Jean Baldwin: Loves a dish of gossip. jay Barnum: You hear that boy laughing? Delia Battles: A sound mind in a sound body. Anna Blake: Some are born great. Clarence Bluem: Thou art not fair, for all thy red and white. Dora Book: Noiseless as fear in a wide wilderness. Fanny Borger: A student of dubious ways. Mr. Peck: Full of harmless thunder. Edwin Bottle: Brayed a horrible discord. Fred Burridge: I am no orator. Loretta Burns: Sometimes I study. Elizabeth Burns: She has two eyes so soft and brown, She gives a side glance and looks down. Hennrietta Clevenger: You are an excellent scholar. Florence Carr: Industry is the parent of success. Hazel Cockrem: A laugh is worth a hundred groans in any market. Reid Coleman: Comb down his hair! Look! Look! It stands upright. Smith vs. Findley: The pot calls the kettle black. Lucile Carrier: So light of foot, so light of spirit. Arthur Chisholm: I have failed and in doing so have done admirably well. Watson Cooke: I have lived and loved. Ruth Couch: An intense hour will do more than dreamy years. George Crane: Love me and the world is mine. NINIETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 153 Mac: Great men are not always wise. Ray Cross: 'Tis impious in good men to be cross. Irene D'Arcy: Studious let me sit. Arthur Davis: Love not me for comely grace. Elizabeth Dawson: Of manners gentle. Alice Day: A quiet tongue shows a wise head. Ruth Day: The 'Day' is aye fair. Ethel Day: Forever kind. Our School: He is twice conqueror who can restrain himself in the hour of victory. Earl Diebold: Sometimes I set an' think and sometimes I jes' set. Charlotte Dobbert: Always thoughtful and kind and untroubled. Lawrence Donaldson: A good dog deserves a good bone. Gertrude Downs: 'Twas Charlotte's friend. Luain Durgetto: Silence is golden. Mr. Lothman: How long! O Lord! How long! Will Drexel: 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild. Mary Edge: Memory is the treasurer of the mind. Geneva Ehler: She's a great one! Mr. Schulte: Hoch der Kaiser! Hazel Fetterman: Of that nature as to make one's fancy chuckle. The girls of 18: The absent are never without fault or the present: without excuse QD. Charles Foote: Men of few words are the best men. Ruth Franz: She was a form of life and light. The III Hr. Greek Class: Some are wise and some are otherwise. Sarah Gilchrist: She's all fun. Ida Gnagi: Merit was ever modest known. Hanna Grant: Good things come in small packages. Elmer Griese: A thing of beauty is a joy forever. George Grossman: The march of the human mind is slow. Walter Hach: A moral, sensible, and well-bred man. Jerome Hanley: How rare the headpiece, if but brains were there. Thomas Hann: With darting eye and nostril spread. Horace Harrison: I've done my duty and I've done no more, Charlotte Hatch: Gone, but not forgotten. Mary Hauck: A kind and gentle heart she has. Clarence Hemmings: Oh, what will he be in fifty years? Pearl Himmelmanz With mirth and motion to prolong life. Lincoln Hemmings: I have a soul above buttons. Burton Holcomb: As solemn as a judge. Gladys Holmes: In every pursuit is the quality of attention. 164 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Leon Holdstein: Thou whose exterior doth belie thy soul's immensity. Elizabeth Horan: Knowledge and timber shouldn't be used until they are seasoned. Edith Hornickel: I rise in a morning early CPD, study moderately. I eat, drink cheerfully, live soberly, And take my innocent pleasures freely. Louise Hoyt: 'Tis known that she could speak the Greek CPD. Hazel Hull: It is a mark of wisdom to despise folly. Verna Hull: A smooth and steadfast mind. Alicia Irwin: In all her ways and words she seems much older than she is in truth. Bell Judd: Bell, thou soundest merrily. Ralph Kaighin: Bashfulness is an ornament of youth. Bessie Kenealy: 'Nuff said. Allene Kirsch: Her hair is like the summer tresses of the trees, when twilight makes them brown. Lena Kline: Conduct hath the loudest tongue. Eleanor Konrad: Speaks clearly if she speaks at all. Helen Konrad: Life is not to live but to be well. Mr. Knight: Instruments of darkness tell us truths. Keith Lawrence: A sleeping fox catches no poultry. Up! Up! Grace Lemmon: A brow, the harbor of grave thought. Ruth Libby: Not as all other women are. Elsie Linn: An open and yet cautious mind. Ralph Laubscher: Thy voice is a celestial melody. Esther Ludwig: What I know, I have guessed. Lucy Lutton: What sweet delights a quiet life affords. Mable McGovern: Nods and becks and wreathed smiles. James McMahon: Is it weakness of intellect that makes me sing? Charles Kroeckel: Yet leaving here a name I trust that will not perish in the dust. Clarence Maloney: Much may be made of an Irishman, if he be caught young. Mr. Findley's Chirography: Good writing is an art, not chance. Hazel Mason: If she will do't, she will. Ethel Mead: Never fail thy cheerfulness. Clarence Mellen: His flow of words is at times astounding. Elsie Mequillet: Skillful alike with tongue and pen. Lucy Merkel: I speak in a monstrous little voice. Anna Miller: As kind as kings upon their coronation day. Susan Moore: Humor is the only test of gravity. NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 165 Margaret Moran: A full blown comeliness red and white. A Harold Mosier: Not handsome enough to kill, or ugly enough to frighten. Alfred Murawsky: When you see blond hair, be careful! The Flats: My salad days, when I was green in judgment. Henry Nash: Great wits are sure to madness near allied. , Ethel Neigh: Sweet and serviceable. Blanche Neville: Everything by starts. Arthur Newman: Convince a man against his will and he's of that opinion still. The Annual Board: They agree like cats and dogs. john Ohrman: Wisest of men. Miss Spencer: Art is Heeted! Anne Oldham: A student of quiet ways. Corrine Oldham: The countenance is the index of the mind. Ethel Paisley: Maidens should be mild and meek. Miss Black: At each step I feel my advanced head knock out a star from heaven. Walls have ears-CEspecial1y between 18 and 205. Mr. Dawson: Untamed from western wilds. Marguerite Paton: To speak his thought, is every freeman's right. Florence Payne: He that hath knowledge, spareth his words. Helen Plasman: A heart that's truly noble. James Prosser: His evil not of forethought done. W. V. Smith: One of those few immortal names that were not born to die. Florence Rannells: As quick as a wink. Eva Reed: Slow to speak. Emil Reich: A simple child. . Claribel Reichard: A sudden thought strikes. Agnes Richardson: The good you do is not lost, 'tho you forget it. Howard Richardson: He is more nice than Wise. John Rockwell: Knowledge by suffering entereth. Rotha Richmond: Mildred Ockert: Henry Robblee: I eat and eat. Kathryn Robinson: I study, study as I go. Lucia Robinson: Tresses flowing like the water, and as musical CPD a laughter. , Frank Roby: He hath a lean and hungry look. ? The long and the short of it. 166 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL ,. QT-'Hilti .. x 1 C 76 f .3 xg : kwlxl 'cf' . 9 El 0 . V11 l .. 'I we S :eff rw X1 ,lg A 6217337 la' Q 1 1 EE: E I . j X 1 fy ..T T- f9Q,:,,:.:Z.i:i3 y -I Jean Salter: Roses are her cheeks. Earl Sprackling: He that loves a rosy cheek. Ralph Sanborn: The days of our youth are the days of our glory. Mr. Smith: A little body sometimes harbors a great mind. CNot al waysjl The Zets: Rare Gifts! but oh what gifts to fools avail? Herman Saurwein: Doth work like madness on the brain. Eva Sayle: Your soft, sweet voice. Christine Schatzinger: Bertha Schatzinger: May Schmoldt: I will speak out. Mr. Smith's desk: Deep scarred by many a rap official. Mildred Shuman: Learning is an ornament. - Ethel Schwan: And French she spake full fair and fetishly. Edith Seavey: As gay as any. Miss Peters: As merry as a cricket. Frieda Shaw: Nothing hinders me or daunts me. Helen Shultz: Her silvery voice is the rich music of a summer bird. Mary Simons: She looks and looks and looks: Marie Sindermann: Gentle thoughts and kind deeds. Carl Small: The loud laugh that bespeaks a vacant mind. Josephine Smith: Clad in sunshine. Ray Smith: I laugh at any mortal thing. Long looked for comes at last C8:05J. x NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT Samuel Spitz: Wearing his wisdom lightly. i Oscar Starrett: O, when was such a head at such a height! Frieda Stohlman: True you are and sweet. Carleton Truman: Handsome as a forest Hower. Annette Truscott: I only speak right on. Gertrude Wagner: A life that leads melodious days. Catherine Wallace: Full of noble things. Frank Walter: Of quiet and retiring mood. Mr. Findley: I do lots of ugly things, but no mean ones. Grace Wheaton: A sweet, attractive, kind of grace. Gladys Whipple: Fair and tall as a lily. Albert Wilhelm: A gentle ghost. Malcolm Yost: As yet thou knowest not all, my son. The Team: No gains without pains. Room 24: All nature wears one universal grin. Room 14: Peace Hourishes when reason rules. Room 16: We do fade as doth the leaf. The Bluffersz Some have learned many tricks of sly evasion. 50Se9hme smith.-How nke, but oh, how different! Gabriel Neil Clark: A student of old books and days. Louise Corry: A maiden modest and yet self-possessed. Alfred Corrigan: His hair was crisp and black Q?j and long. Ralph Akins: Ne'er shall the sun arise on such another! Josephine Pearce: Noble in every thought and in every deed. Cleve Pomeroy: Harmless and docile as a lamb CPD. Sophie Wulf: A true friend to the true. Russell Werner: The heights by great men reached and kept. Were not attained by sudden flights. 168 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL The E. H. S. Muses Clio-Miss Critchley. Calliope-Miss O'Grady. Erato-Catherine Wallace. Euterpe-Claribel. Thalia-Jay Barnum. Terpischore-Henry Nash. Urania-Anna Blake. Polyhymnia-Jean. Melpomene--Zero. OUR TEACHER5' W ,V fnfx-7,3 Y l .X 1 . fy, vi W , 4' - 6 ,' X 4 E fi I X, 4 ' f bl., ' lj- . ,ff 'gil-L . . ,,Z .,XQf ...-:Zi w ily, 1 'fl !' Q' l,n,j 'l 1 'fig Qj-gr. 411 x -EFEL-L , - L , fl Z o J ,, . J .m,,,, x U 4. A , -I -l 'Bag png E. 1-'null 5,14 - Hononaat x nit!-v X ul 4 ,b r V 'I K ul' j'll1'H,.. Yxfqliff' GLONEL -Pina thx. 1 A rl' GMFEE- l9TNl'lAN-R X Swv ug! The Not Beatitudes 1. Not blessed are the poor in average, for theirs is not the pity of the teachers. 2. Not blessed are they that bluff, for they shall be caught. 3. Not blessed are the indolent for they shall inherit the zeroes. b 4. Not blessed are they who do not hunger and thirst after rhetoricals, for they shall be filled. 5. Not blessed are the disobedient, for they shall not obtain mercy. 6. Not blessed are the low in average, for they shall not see Pass. 7. Not blessed are the Hats, for they shall be called the children of the school. 8. Yet blessed are they who are persecuted for learnedness' sake, for theirs is the kingdom of knowledge. NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 159 Mr. Raish: You are slower than a roomful of girls. You are swallowing the end of that sentence. Let those angles be right angles, because they can't help it. Mr. Wood: A river will wear its way through any rock however hard if it has enough time and enough 'sand.' Mr. Findley: This class should wear blinkers. Ethel P. Cin Frenchj : She turned her head on her ear. Bertha Schatzinger: The colonel had the habit of tearing pages from his pocket-book to 'illuminate' his cigar. In 16: et sidera caelo dextra faras-and bring the stars from the sky in your right hand. Henry in his yellow wig Imagines that he looks quite big, But it's only when he's in debate That to the rest of us he's great. 170 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL These signatures were read by a person who knows none of the girls. We took down the fateful words as they fell. You know best, whether they are true or false. fawfl. Z QQMWJ KAW Mamma. Likes praise but not flattery, a hustler sunny - tempered, discreet and capable. Straight-forward, good natured, bois- terous, not systematic, emphatic, can keep a secret. Dashing, a little temper, businesslike, makes a good bit of noise, shrewd. 3- L T5 - 5 l YQ-V'- NIB UNA Never will set the world on fire, friendly, not egotistical. is A Q -V5a4 ','Fastidious, tactful, entertaining, de- Lwwj WZ. ' Zlfa,!Za,ee, lAA.0tfv1 if LW01705, 'lf,wMg W. 27564. il-Qulh ' qbffcc-Ll, 'NH . ...- ,lol Emylvwmf. W 0 cided, slides along easily. Sufficient to every occasion, reserved and clear-headed. Quiet, unobtrusive, affectionate, clear- headed and quite independent. Improves upon acquaintance, not easily led, some temper. Whole-hearted, straight-forward, true, clear expression, abrupt, not busi- nesslike. Appreciates mirth, upright, rather stiff, a great talker. Dainty, neat, a talented girl, frank, quite reserved, an upright character. Winsome, demure, even disposition, an easy life, fasclnatlng. Neat, not conceited, fmore than this the signature is a contradiction of her character.J Works like fury, accomplishes much, good hearted, sweet in her way, orgets herself in pushing others. Works well but easily, not dependable, soane temper, entertaining, boasts a it. NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 171 DYYT. Eiga- fvwwilgcwgvwvdfvdk ,a,wtf7'l'2,y1,afvu 'Ov Notes details, easy in society, graceful and neat but not tasteful, of good character. Nice, quiet, reliable, congenial, sput- ters a little, with a self respect that gains respect. A pudgy child, will never be self edu- cated, adapted for something,can't tell what, slams, but doesn't hurt, slow to wrath. Changes on acquaintance, a hard nut to crack. A nice little girl, critical, good hearted, systematic, not artistic. Affectionate, enjoys congenial talk, naught else-the letters contradict! I! An artist revealed, compact, neat and persnickity. Sweet, and stiff and unobtrusive.- 172 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL JOKES r 1421 24, . ff, 'iii' 1 , L, ' ,FTW mf ,EX I, P' .,, vi I 9 0 744A f'6?7 f5 1 ' ' gil.: -ifsff V W. 4. M fi ,wa-q.:-svav..:f:afrp A , - sn . , 'lp' al , .f , 5... r -M' Qlqgfkf ',l ,f-:W lIh4rA,.r- , -V! Ibglny ' l If,'U1i ' W Y IEW fifty 1 9-Elf! lf? V ,qv n V qlggglg ,ZIIWPMW b 'i-1ee :.2f.a-, fe-5 'ff '- 1, .1. 'ff'- 'kizn Q' Claribel Cto Tom: who started the elevator before she was all injz Why you started that elevator before I had my hind leg in. Substitute: Tell me all that you know about perpendicularsf' Tom Hann Cin an awed voicej: All that I know? Freshman: What does embezzlement mean? Mr. Dawson: If you were given a roll of bills to take to the bank and you took it to the railroad station instead, that would be embezzlement. Freshman: What would you do with it there ? onli Miss Black: Louis, are you opposite me? L. A.: No, mam. Miss Black: Well, move where you will be then. Miss B.: Well, move where you will be, then. L. A.: I couldn't get opposite YOU! Miss Prall: Marie, take that gum out of your mouth and put your feet in ! Maud: Hasn't Mayme got a big pompadour? Mable: Yes, its so high that she has to stand on a stool to put hen hat on. Mr. Findley: How would you describe a Greek nose ? Claribel R.: It's one just like mine. NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 173 We are rather proud of our entertainments at E. H. S. but we acknowl- edge that we cannot compete with Western Reserve University in an ex- hibition like the following: W, R. U. Lecture Course 1907-08-Lynching, an American Practice, illustrated, by Prof. james Elbert Cutler. Miss Adams: Why, Mildred, is the nominative of that word, 'Mario'? Mildred K.: Oh-Marry Us. Mr. Eisenhauer: Now, who besides Archimedes was a mathematician familiar to C1evelanders? Small Boy Qeagerlyjz Was his name Smith, teacher? Miss Sanderson: What other sound was mixed in besides alliteration ? The Class Cas buzzer sounds twicej : Repetition Teacher: Horace, what does desecrate mean? H. B.: Oh, that's what they do to a church when they lay the corner- stone. ' Mr. Eisenhauer: Albert, do you understand that construction? Albert: Yes. Mr. E.: Well, look like it! Miss Critchley Cdiscussing the Egyptian religionj: Now, Amy, limit yourself to the demons. Teacher: Where are you going the next hour, Earl ? Earl: Nowhere ! Teacher: Well, please take this note to Miss Black on your way there. Arthur fin Algebra, struggling to work an example by inspectionj: I can't do this example with my head. Teacher: Very well, use your feet, then. Mr. Schulte Cholding his arm out straightbz Was ist mein Arm auf Deutsch? A A nervous pupil in elocution Qtrying to say, 'breathing sweet perfume from his curly locks'Q says: Smel1ing sweet perfume from his curly lips, In the Law Class: If a note becomes due within the life-time of a dead person, - 174 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Bessie K. Qin Senior Latinj: This is said to be sacred to the infernal: Juno. Florence R. Cat sight in French Classj: A stub-nose with large holes. Mr. Knight: What should you say in common English instead of it's up to you? John Rockwell: It's incumbent on. Mrs. Truesdale Qillustratingj: Take any boy in the class: Mildred, for instance. Miss Hanna Cin Englishj : How did Ceasar appear before the people? Freshman: In his night gown. Soph: I don't see much sense to that riddle of the Sphinx, because all old men don't walk with a cane. Mr. Beman: Well, probably they would if they were walking in Greece. Mr. Smith Cto girl whispering in classy: . What did you say? Girl: I was not speaking to you. Mr. Smith: Oh! First Girl fin musicj: I like to hear the bass come in. Second Girl: That's Mildred and Rothaf' The Midge av Exam. G 1 vw ,, all A Q 7 4 Que! J, 1 'U 5 f .Qi 9 , , A , ff Z' 'iff 125-f?ii'f 3 Q'i T 7 Egg 2229, f agiv if I i 'ffl 'K 4 fi 552115 , :e'f'LQy 3 lg. X . A. ff, If Fggji- N - X.. 4, ,xii I f-- - 5 P-7 H . -f f ,ff,:',,:a7, w,N HH-' - 'flfff ' ' ' ' X Ji Waahw liiil -f--'-Y-' lx It ' QW' - Oh dear! al crm lhe dJ15wer be ? ii NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 175' Miss Hanna Cdescribing the dress of court ladiesj: They hardly ever appeared without cornplasters on their faces. F. C. Cvery earnestlyj: Mr, Smith, how do you get your live feet in that line ? Miss Critchley tells how the Greeks talked at the symposiums. Margaret W.: Mr, Smith says that when people talk a lot, they are lazy ! I Miss C.: He talks a great deal. Mrs. Grossart Cto Arthur Paden to translatej: Now Arthur, get up and get down to it. Boy fgiving literature of Attic age, trying to think of oratoryj: TheI drama, history and-and- Mr. Smith: Something we have every Friday. Boy: Oh-rhetoricalsf' Miss C.: Pretty soon we will get to Napoleon! Arthur P.: All off for Napoleon! Roche Ccoming into Dem. meetingj: Are we going to have a spon- taneous debate today ? Teacher: Ralph, bring your chewing gum to me instantly. Generous Ralph: Wait, I'll give you a fresh stick. . Miss Wright: K. H. go to the dictionary and find out what 'to husband' means. K. H. Ca minute elapsingj: A married manf' In Chem. fspeaking of chlorine water as a bleaching agentj. Edwin Bottle: Is'that the way people bleach their hair? Miss Bennett: I wouldn't try it, if I were you. Miss Wright: L. H., who would you rather be, Oliver Goldsmith or Henry Goldsmith ? L. H.: Oh, I'd rather be Henry. Miss W.: Why? L. H.: Because Oliver died. Miss W.: After Christmas we are going to study a play by Shakes- peare. It is going to be a comedy. Can anyone guess what it is? E. L.: Ham1et? ! !x x ! ! 176 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL St. Peter Cto East High student who had just arrived at the gates of heavenj: Did you go to East High? Student: Yes. St. Peter: Did you subscribe for the Annual? Student: Yes, St. Peter: Did you pay for it? Student: No, ' St. Peter: ---- !! Q Miss Prall: Josephine, what is wrong with your theme ? Josephine: Why, there is nothing wrong with it. Pupil: It has a leg and acute angle of the one equal respectfully. Karl S. fconiiding to E. W. about his troubles in geom.D: If you were in my shoes, what would you do? E. W.: I'd get a shine! Teacher: I suppose you all know that every boy in this room has an equal chance to become president. Little Dudley Cway back in the cornerj: I'll sell my chance for ten cents. Miss Wright approaches Louis H. to assign his part in As You Like It. Louis Casidej: I get the chorus girl or the fool. And Louis got-the fool. Mr. Eisenhauer Cdemonstrating an exercise in right trianglesjr Could you do that if your legs were equal? In Latin class a boy stumbled over the name, Andecumbrogius. Call him Andy for short, suggested his neighbor. Mr. Findley Ctalking about Mute Verbsj: What would you do if a i were there? - Silence- Mr. F. fin a scornful tonej: According to you, it would make you join the Mutes. Miss Wright: How was Goldsmith punished for trying to break into the jail? Schriener: Goldsmith was publicly demolished. NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 177 Customer: I would like ten cents' worth of Aqua Ammonia. Druggist Caside to a fellow clerk after eyeing customer quizzicallyj: . I guess ten cents' worth is enough. Mrs. Grossart: Thomas Arms, take the last seat in that row. Earl Diebold: Fire Arms! I might be arrested for disturbing the piece, remarked the would-be humorist, as he dived head first into another of Mrs. Manchester's pies. Mr. Knight fspeaking of the liquor trafiicj: Arthur, is the Sunday closing law enforced? A. R.: No, sir. Mabel M.: It is enforced, I tried yesterday and they wouldn't sell me anything. CDid she mean the grocery store?j Mr. Smith: Alfred, what is the trouble between you and Elizabeth? Alfred: Only Watson. Mr. S. Cinnocentlyj: Well, Watson is a good deal of trouble. A girl in the cloak-room stuck a hat pin into C. R. Claribel: Bzzzzz-punctured ! ! Miss C. Cto Arthur PJ: Arthur, turn around and put all your feet under your desk. ' has CAn awful scream heardin English in Rm. 18j- ' Mr. Smith: Why, Claribel! C. R.: It's a pin!! Mr. Findley Cinstructing class to pronounce words after their spelling been givenjr Now, Thomas, pronounce so-met-i-mes. T. H.: So-met' -i-mes. Mr. F.: Well, Anna, what do you say? A. M. Chesitating : Why, so-met'-i-mes'. Mr. F. Csmilingj : Edith, what do you think about it? E. S. Cvery certainj: I'd say so-met-i-mes'. Clarence Hemmings Cin the back of the classj: Sometimes Class Cwaking upj: Oh! 178 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Q .'v 'ldy .X .X all' wi A Q9 L Q lovin x HW.: . h W X-gb , Ai: ., . .:'..,vg'I 6 y h -Y E ? , N H113 3 A f 'Q -x X H' :YJ , ,, -1. we Xqgr rjf: 7, - W- X. ' 1 1 te f' X e V ' gg:-fm - i, R if 0sQ?i'SX 'f:i'!n N i - 'G ' 0f wesX e -55 Q' Q X4 xalwgh ' I Q r 5 'Q s ' 1-'v-v L'E - .... Q B ln: -, gnu- 0 ' ,.:.-f - -Jn -ya A A' rw Ixus B: Louie QHLMAN Dont's for Flats Don't walk on the lawn!! !! Don't go to Manchester's fourth hour! Don't disobey your teachers if you want respectable averages! Don't skip your recitations! if Don't go to the library for any other purpose than for references! Don't fail to subscribe for the Annual! Don't run through the halls! Don't forget to study your lessons! Don't borrow your neighbor's perfection note paper, nor his pencil, nor his books! In a word don't do anything that you shouldn't do. This is the kind advice of those who know whereof they speak, that is to say, THE SENIORS. W See reason above. NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 179 The king shall drink to Hamlet's better breath, And in the cup an 'onion' shall be thrown. Margaret R. Qin Historyj: On account of the fertility of the climate, the people of Ionia. Mr. Carrier fseeing an empty seatj: Who is the lady who sits here? Class: Frank Carr. Mischief, thou art a foot, Take thou what course thou wilt. Teacher: What figure of speech is found in this quotation? Freshman: It is a metaphor, comparing mischief to a foot. Mrs. Truesdale Qcalling for room numbersj: Geneva? Geneva fabsentlyj: Sixteen. Girl Cin parliamentary drillj: I move that the boys be ordered down from the roof. . Claribel: I think they ought to be allowed to stay there, as that is the nearest to heaven they'll ever get. Riddle BOX What is stranger than a talking horse? Ans.-A spelling bee-in Athenaeum. What is a bald-faced calf? Ans.-One that hasn't any fur on its face. - CA Soph.j Why are some of East High's stars like Gibraltar? Ans.-Because they are windy bluffs. Why do we study History? Ans.-To get out of Physics. QA Junior.j When is a man not a man? Ans.-When he's a Peck. W1gZf'LX K NIS: y 21522793 afhifx 0 i. 7X -fm i'Q'1'Oi IX 'im ' 40g ' fgifg ' X 3, 5111 I E fl E if ' I! J SQA 60 K 429' 1 lf., 6' I UEFE 1 ',.. f 1 U WU31'gwm REED 23-df wh, HSA' M rf ,J QE , I LEE? If W 'ESEIQK W We EDNA Q53 WW ami eie4115? VJ L f!rg5QT!..R - X N N4 I H B ' XAWQI 1 XCPYEXL , 'W A ' Log B 1 f Qfv X Y 1 ,3,,,,Ex LW wf,1:f4fs, ff :fff fe , ,' :ff 2,34 1. ',f,, xxx , - Q, J' x ,. ,X of Wfiw II: ,f f ' I v mg? V f , 'fy-qu fy, , XL, ,:'f', ' , 'fl if 1 ' fl 3 TI 5- -. X U :QHSQQN WK X. -X gg EA : H5541 1 I X I tw gal , I I 7. , v' fn E 1 'X . ,s X . 1 ,X ' '1!4 n x lk J-:ffm ,I X ,I x M f L f , 'G 1. 11,11 , ' 7 Ziiizfzjiff 4 j WF f ffQ4f1M Jill ez -Ig nf f' 'E 'f r' Z' 1 4 1. 11 -. I G U 4 T E MARY 15:11 'xr 5HARPEflED f i'f My y O ,-xv-V YA ' an A V' fffx ini N1NETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT 183 Our Teachers and Where they Live Miss Black ...... - Miss West ........ Mr. G. F. Smith ..... Mr. Findley. ...... . Mr Schulte. ..... . Mr. W. Smith ..... Miss Critchley ..... Mr. Lothman .... Mr. Davis ...... Mr. Twiggs.. . . , , Athena we mourn you A11 scarred and forlorn, you- A beauty all marred. fYou were knocked pretty hard To sever your headj But you can't die, 'tis said. The ichor is flowing She weakens and you You hard-hearted Zets say, We can't find the glue. Athena rise up in your terrible plight, . . .Euclid Ave. . . . .Library St. ........Easy St. . . .Superior Ave. . . . .Long Lane . . . . .Handy St. . . . .Stearn Rd. . . . .Peter Alley . .. . . .Howl Hill Commercial Ave. - And curse those wild Zets with a horrible blight. Call up Mr. Rannells and Mr. Findley Your heartrending, pitiful trouble to see, And the Zets will have to pay for thee And nothing to them a worse curse could be. EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL ss il? -All A MQ l 7, 'Q H ' ':i' of WN fi, N! ,V 'f' -' 'Y' ' Susie had a little cow We loved to hear it moog - And so we'd just get Susie up And Susie would say, Shoo, CAs bell for 3rd hour soundsj: Hear it not, Duncan, for it is the knell That summons thee to heaven or to Edwin L There is a little girly And she has a little CPD Curly. fFinish this rhyme When you have time.J NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT The Variables Approach Their Limits Miss Hanna approaches Mable McGovern. Jay Barnum approaches Himself. Mary Edge approaches the Dictionary. Pearl approaches Zero. Henry Nash approaches 'Bein' a girl.' The Lady of the Mop and Bucket approaches Jean Salter approaches Earl Sprackling. Sophie Wulf approaches Infinity. Ralph Laubscher approaches the Bird-cage. 96 83-100 approaches 97 69-100. Elizabeth Burns approaches Burke. Anna's brains approaches Mr. Find1ey's. Henry Robblee approaches Mac. Once upon a time A freshman tried to rhymeg But when Mrs. T. The effort did see, She said it was a crime. A freshman friend of ours Got a job a-climbing towers And we only read What the papers said, Kindly omit the Flowers! There was a green flat who did try To put out dear Mister B's eye, He wrote some poor verse And much that was worse, Until they told him-Skidoo. J ay Barnum 186 EAST HRIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Advice to juniors Even Great Minds Disagree. In Room 17 say Syn-ec-doch'-i-cal, but in Room 16 Syn-ec-do'-chi-cal In Room 17 say Hy-per'-i-on but in Room 16 Hy-per-i'-on. In Room 17 say Ap-osi'-op-e-sis, but in Room 16 A-pos'-i-o-pe-sis. In Room 17 say I think it is not, but in Room 16 I don't think it is. In Room 19 videre mihi is Dative of Indirect Object. In Room 16 videre mihi is Dative of Reference. Never expect to pronounce Alexandria correctly whether in Room 16, 17 or 18. Don't try to be nice and say Perspiration, but say Sweat. Here's Josephine Smith lost some books And didn't know where to Find them. She left them alone, And they came home Bringing Ray Cross behind them. to The faculty-may it learn to write its R. S. V. P.'s The Junior informal-may it always be as great a hit as in '08! Mac-may he grow in grace! Rhetoricals-may they always be as good as this year's. Freshmen-may they know as much in four years as the present seniors do! The team-may it be as splendid next year as this. Zet's sleigh-ride-perish the thought!! ' f 5 fy I I- X rx- ,I W fffw , ki! iw 'Zi M Q25 Efprvm V-1. fx l Xslgfx Z, 'PANTQ f' EAST HIGH SCHO L ANNUAL O Dulcis Bessie, nobis ductrix Magna dignitate regit Est quod cara est amanda Quisque ut illam adoret. Oh why should the spirit of mortal be proud, Like a swift Hying meteor, a fast fleeting cloud? For you're bound to get zero instead of a ten, If you don't study hard on your lessons, and then If you do, what's the odds, the one who sits next Has a pony for Latin instead of a text- ' And he never flunks like you often do, But donft take this advice for in exams it's not true! Sing a song of 18, fourth hour every day, Four and twenty girls, all spending time in play. Hist! the door is openedg someone gives a yell, Now isn't that enough to make poor Mr. Smith say, Well ! - A The night was dark, the hour was late And fastened was the iron gate. When lo! before our startled eyes We saw the form of Pearl arise. A moment only, did it hover- A little shriek and Pearl was over. There is a young lady named Florence, Upon whose hat were such torrents Of feathers green, That when she was seen Miles off, we knew it was Florence. There is a young man named Alfred And really by some it is said, That he is quite a sage, Ev'n at this tender age, For he has some grey hairs on his head. l Little Willie, a flat at East, Accidentally ate some yeastg Said mother to father, at supper time, Just see this rising son of mine. NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT jangles There is a young lady named Edith And people often say, She grows to look more like Miss Adams Every single day. Many people can talk fast, But Mr. Lothman can't be beat. For the way he says perfect passive participle Surely is a feat. Here's to Florence Rannells And the regular way in which she appears. She hasn't missed a day of school In four whole years. A maiden named Dobbert, we knew . She was indeed neat, I tell you In biology But one bug could she see And he ne'er has moved from her view. Rotha had a little chum, Her name was Mildred O, And everywhere that Rotha went i That chum was sure to go. There was a young fellow named Burton, Who was a fine actor for certain. He played Hamlet well, And can anyone tell What he will do next, this Burton? I remember, I remember, - The fudge that Susie made, And how the girls did munch and munch As they her desk did raid. I remember, I remember, How Susie gave a groan To think that there was not a piece That she might call her own. C.W 190 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL . A Uwhyia--ll Mr. L.: Begin again. Mr. F. considers the senior class overwhelmingly feminine Sad but true' The Mirror Now Pearl is cute and so we've told her! But a feeling within her doth smolder, If she hears Curly mutter, She's all in a flutter, And really, why nothing can hold her. There's a picture in Room 18 With a popularity unforeseen. The girls all adore it - And stand round before it, Until Mr. Smith with envy is green. There are certain times in 28 That we poor seniors simply hate, When on the board we often see A Written Review in History. See the Freshman raft, ' Waiting at the shaft, On every single floor. They're waiting at the door For Tommy to get them. NINETEEN HUNDRED AND EIGHT There is a girl named Susan Moore She makes good fudge and that galore, She brings that fudge to school alas! And round and round that fudge we passg But when poor Sue looks to her store She cries, O fudge! There is no more ! If school is going wrong, Forget it! Sorrow never lingers long, Forget it! If your teacher bears ill-will, And you Find you can't keep still, When she says, Come after school, Don't look mad, but just keep cool, Forget it!!! Sing a song of clamor, - A growl, a bark, a roar, Josephine Smith's lion, p Locked in 34. ' V CSee Miss Peters for further particularsj How doth our busy, little Smith Improve each shining day? - just ask the girls of room 18 And see what they will say! A To hustle when you want to, I -. And to hustle when you don'tg To, say I can, I must, I will, When you want to say I won'tg To push with all your might and main, And stop with nothing less, Will swing that heavy old gate wide, That leads to true success. There was a young flat in East High Who lived to eat nothing but pie. He said, When I grow stronger, I'1l eat all the longer. And thereon he ate some more pie. DeHeck XWMXNXKNNLKMlRx!lmIIINIHIIIIIIIIIIMHIIWMW WN Wm N W Wx W NX W S Glggfl' Ny if H' Q f . ' '--:'!.! i'ff,-' Q wv.GQV xxx '-ff 9 S any NI ,- .umm 1 Q X lfxqx-.Ui r,-if If' , S :2iiH:HLE::'gg 2 S ilk'-flggzesssms Q S 52 E:u:::::::m 4 2 M ' 2- '4' 2 5 ZX fbi? i,i2fIEiHr'zii7ZX if K fl! 1 5' 4 K 'E ,W fgf-',,,',qlIy , - 1 555:-5-,7,1m...w ff f 7 E 2 i , ff' 15 -93 f 5 f:::5:51555? 'E lf fll f g Qeqila- Q fr y -Ni ff fff f ' ff' E Zif fgf s ls N 17:4 f ' Q --Q ' if 55' IQKKWI7 W 5 2 fir ia: f?f '- N L 1:- qA WMM ff!! f c . 1. E5 1 .- , 1 fl - x 5 fwf, Q ff 1 , ' , ff S Z ' ' 41: ff' Z Li S -lv f 2 - f Q Q Q Q r- - ' S Q I LT -- X W - ' ' w i.. WWIIIIIUUI Illllllllllllfllll m W WW lslllsmxmsxxxwmx Twixt optimist and pessimist The contrast is droll, One sees the doughnut The other the hole. I hp CEartiv1h Smuingn Hank HAS started hundreds of Boys and Girls, Young Men and VVomen on the right road to independence and self' respect. Its Branches all over the East End are the best places in town for Beginners in Saving. Founded in 1892 THE COMMERCIAL SAVINGS dn. TRUST CO. CORNER EUCLID AVE AND PUBLIC SQUARE WILLIAMSON BUILDING PAYS FOUR PER CENT. ON SAVINGS DEPOSITS TRANSACTS A GENERAL BANKING BUSINESS There was a man in Atchison Tj Whose trousers had rough patchison. He found them great, He'd often state, TQ scratch his parlor matchison. Jack and Jill went up the hill To get a pail of water, But the well was dry, For a trust near by Knew what they were after. -T. H. D. CALL US UP FOR ESTIMATES ON YOUR CATERING WORK The Telling Brothers . - Company g ii 1301-03 Euclid Avenue f1lL,.f i mv- PRIVATE BRANCH EXCHANGES G. L. SCI-IRYVER I-I. R. HATCH 6: COMPANY jfine EW Goobs SCHOOL AND GYIVINASIUIVI SHOES A SPECIALTY WITH US 6I9 to 625 Euclid Avenue Q6 Private Business I School Is it not reasonable to suppose that with oIder and better educated young men and women as students our courses of study would be broader, graduates more thorough and standard of work higher than with younger students? A high standard means better positions, better saIaries and more rapid promotion. Our school contains many high school graduates. They want the best. No one under I6 years of age admitted. Call, write or telephone. There was an old man with a beard, Who said, It is just as I feared, My wife went to buy A new Christmas tie, And that's why I'm raising this beard. -Ladies Home joumal. The night was growing old, As she trudged through snow and sleetg Her nose was long and cold, And her shoes were full of feet. ' E.. B. BROWN PRESCRIPTION AND MANUFACTURING OPTICIAN Oculists' Prescriptions Filled. 0 Broken Lenses Replaced Special attention given to the fitting and adjusting of spectacles and ' eye glasses Rooms 3I4-315 Schofield Building The . Sterling Sc Welch Company Curtains, Shades, ana' Upholstery Goods I2 and I4 Euclid Ave. Cleveland No, it need not be high priced. It cloes cost more to produce a good piece of furniture, but if you come Kraussward you don't contribute to an enor- mous profit. Come expecting low prices. Krauss Furniture Co 6000 Euclid The jno. C. lVlcCiregor Sportsman's Supply F-if Cgmpany Painting, Paper Hanging, Etc., Wall - Paper, Paints, Window Athletic Shades, Etc. Outfitters Both Phones Fishing Tackle Guns in 727 Prospect Avenue, S. E. SIO6 Si- Clair Avenue Near the Hippoclrome Cleveland, There was a bonny Scotch laddie, Who said, as he put on his pladdie, I've had a braw dish Of unco' good fish! What had he had? Had he had haddie? -Metropolitan Magazine Shylock was arguing for his pound of flesh. Look here, Judge, said Portia, that knife was made by a trust. Whereupon they led him, crest falle n, to his cell. COLLISTER 8: SAYLE BASE BALL OUTFITTERS 224-230 Superior Avenue N. W. BICYCLES AND ATHLETIC GOODS CGLLI TER 8: SAYLE lnrarparuml 1849. gforietg fur giurringsf tu the Qtiiu of Qblcuclaub. Deposits . . 9'p5l,l34,093.3l Surplus . . . 3,000,000.00 Un divided Profits . 259,235.82 Eighty thousand, six hundred twenty six Depositors Qgvelop- Kodaks Priglz The Dodd-Rogers Co. Stereopticons, Lantern Slides, Enlarging Cameras, Surveying and Scientific Instruments 1926-1936 East Sixth Street Near Euclid With our enlarged store we will be better able to attend your wants Rensselaer QQ 46. Polytechnic ffa?4f s 641670000 I . 49 I l examinations provided for. Send or n. catalogue. Teacher in a country school: What is a throne ? Pupil- Isn't it something a king wears on his head? Village Constable Cto farmer, who has been knocked down by a passing autoj : You didn't see the number, but could you swear to the man? Farmer: I did, but I don't think 'e 'eard me. PI-IOT0 BY EWIVIA T is our endeavor I to please our pa- Nw trons. We put forth every effort in every branch of our Work to produce results that are pleasing, 1-llBy following the above methods, We have built up our patronage Uhr Nmuman Svtnhin 647 Euclid Avenue Opposite The Taylor Arcade - Brutus was about to stab Caesar. But, said Cassius, the germs will cause blood poison. Seeing the wisdom of this reasoning, Brutus ordered' his dagger to be thoroughly sterilized. Gee! muttered Ragged Richard, turning over again, I can't fer de life o' me see why dey calls dis here car 'de tender'. MAY MANTON PATTERNS CHAS. 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Sensei Post Grad. Wolfram College of Music Efvarlyer nf igiann aah 'igarmnng Btuhinz E483 ii. 57113 SI. Mr. Louis Sensel is a Post Graduate ofthe Wolf- ram College of Music, and reached the highest distinction in a Post Graduate Course and is re- commended hy the College and Prolessor Wolfram in particular as perfectly competent to instruct in the elementary and more advanced branches of the art. The Euclid ice Cream Company PURE ICE CREAM AND ICES Wholesale and Retail 5304 - 5308 Windsor Avenue, N. E. Phones: Cuyahoga, Central 8926 W Bell, East 2452 Miss Amelia May Hortense Tried to scale a barbed-wire fence. When she'd finished with the climb, She had had a ripping time. There was a man in Henderson, Who had a tall and slendersong A human rail, Who used a nail To fasten his suspenderson. 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Seeing the wisdom of her reasonmg, he ordered a bright red touring car that cost 9'p5,000. Upon finding some red berries in the country, a small boy asked what kind they were. His father answered, B1ackberries. But they are red, said the boy. Well, blackberries are red, when they are green, answered his father DRUGS R. E. Woodworth CANDIES snap som. mmm For Everything Good i to Eat I..ane's Pharmacy Euclid Avenue Cor. E. 55th Street 8031 Wade Park Ave. N.tE Phones: Cuy. Central 277l W Bell Doan 1236 R I Louis Fuchs I Anderson S Dancing School E 8 k QPrivatej 801 5 Wade Park Avenue Near East High School 61 24 Euclid Avenue A School for Particular People September to May Solid as a Rock CAPITAL AND SURPLUS l 55,000,000 SEVENTY THREE THOUSAND INDIVIDUAL DEPOSITORS 4 PER CENT. INTEREST Small Accounts Solicited Gbe Gllevelanb Ernst Gompany I-Iellwig 81 Co. The Best East End Eruggiztz Hough Ave., cor. Crawford Rd. Remember Us Bell, Doan l I45 I.. Cuy, Cent. 6474 George I... 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