East High School - Exodus Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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that happened many years ago, she is not forgotten, her influence is still felt. Now, here come the pictures of our Junior Year. This year is beginning with a rush. Just look! Why is every one rushing madly to the doors? The doors open, and the class welcomes with open arms Carl Loehr, not knowing him very well at that time. We are also beginning our enjoyable and social part of school life, and are being initiated into clubs. What makes the film so dim? Oh! I know now. No wonder the picture is blurred! It is our very first class meeting, noisy and confused, as class meetings always will be. But what can the next picture be? It is in the Gym, and it seems as though some of the girls have on their holiday clothes-but surely not to take Gym! A few boys come straggling in as usual-a piano begins to play-Ah, yes-the first step into the lime- light of the 11A class, now a full-fledged factor at East. What a wonder- ful picture the next one is! That championship football team that beat E. Tech 14-6. And among its ranks stand Red and Pompy upholding our class. Do we remember it? We'll say we do! Now come the best pictures of all: Senior pictures-the glory of those. There, in the Auditorium, are those who, as Flats, used to stretch their necks and take all manner of rebukes, but now they rest deliciously UD in orchestra seats. My, but the class is becoming wicked! Billy Griffiths is appearing in long trousers. Now, Billy! The next picture is our marvelous Senior Prom at the Colonial Club with confetti, punch, and bushels of hilarity. The pictures are becoming more interesting! Class night is being shown with its happy faces-but what makes them sad so suddenly? Ah, yes, it is our Alma Mater song, being sung for the last time, with just a catch in the throats of those who loved her so dearly. The next picture is the only one that brings us back to our childhood days, and that is Florence Cook with her hair ribbon. Will she ever wear her hair up? They say, Virtue will be rewarded. The last picture of all! Commencement is at its height. It is beyond power of describing the beautiful, simple last farewell to her who sheltered us for four short years. The curtain falls, lights flare, aisles fill, and people pass joyously out, but we go as though in a trance, living again those four short years. OLIVE PINARD, '21, Chine Hunt Srhnnl ljnur Eval Give your school the best you can give her, And she, in her turn, will give you The blessings of wisdom and culture, The glory of victory, too. If you on her teams make your showing As one full of life and of zest, Yours, truly, will be greatest honor, If only you give your school your best. Put all that you've got in your studies, Put all that you've got in your voice, When you stand, though defeated, still cheering, When you over a victory rejoice. For any man knows, in the future You may only sit still and rest, If now, while in quest of your learning, You always put forward your best. , RAY PARTENFELDER. 90

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President ........ Vice-President --- Secretary ....... Treaszwev' ........ Sergeant-alt-Arms - S E N I O R S 0112155 nf llunv, 1921 -------- Gordon Groth ----Elsa Landesman ----Charlotte Young -- .......- Paul Goodhue --r- .........................-... Lloyd Prather erene and calm We seem to be njoying life and school prestige. o one seems to think that We n pain and sorrow often dwell. h, Freshman, Sophomore, Junior, too, eflect!-You still can come to East, eniors must leave-ah, East to you We bid farewell! SILVIA WUNDERLICH, '21. 24