East High School - Sunrise Yearbook (Erie, PA)

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The Sky As I awoke at dawning, At call of morning s sun, I ran to eastern window To greet the clouds, each one. So fresh, so soft, so fluffy, They drifted past, and I In solemn silence wondered At charm of morning's sky. IVhal beauty can surpass it The sky in sunrise gold, Unworn by daytime usage And new, though centuries old. But wait, amidst my dreaming I'm far behind the time, All Heaven has awakened Its splendors now in rhyme. Each cloudlet has been tinted Just touched with silver light, And Sun in all his glory Has reached his eastern height. A nd westward now he’s creeping Against a sky of blue, And later he is resting In blazing brilliant hue. So slowly now he's sinking To where the cloud beds lie, 'Mid gold and grey he's blinking. His light’s about to die. 'Tis night, the stars are peeping To start nocturnal play And Moon, old fogey, deepening Just kisses fading Day. The colors all have faded A nd still the wonder lies That space can hold such beauty As do these blackened skies. A nd as I dream I figure No matter how you try Earth can’t see more of Heaven Than just its floor, the sky. 14 —Virginia White.

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GLADYS GRABOSKI President HOWARD BURGNON Vice-President EVA SIINIDKRMAN Secretary-Treasurer The Mid-Year Class It seems like centuries ago since we, the Class of January, 1933, first climbed the stone steps of the building which has since proved itself the dearest spot of our youth. We were “green” little children then. Our pride at becoming members of East High was “squelched” indeed when we found all of our time for two whole years being spent in trying to dodge the stampede of envied upper classmen. Our Freshmen year was one of utter humiliation, for we found that, even after two years of struggle, the higher classes didn’t even recognize us. As “Sophs”, we spent our days in “high-hatting” the Freshmen, dodging the Seniors, and trying to make friends with the Juniors, who appeared amiable, but who were not. Though we were considered trivial, we were satisfied in the knowledge that we were no longer the infants of the school. We were beginning to realize what school spirit meant. We felt that we had the ability to accomplish the work required of a high school student, and our participation in school activities was gradually undertaken with zest. We worked the hardest in our eleventh year. For did we not have “Seniorship” in view? We were needed by the Seniors to assist in activities. Our time diminished with almost unheard of rapidity. As Seniors, we were very much like chickens with their heads cut oil. It seemed that the harder we worked, the less we accomplished. When the time came for our class play, we found some really excellent dramatic ability among some of the more bashful members of our class. We had an enjoyable banquet. One night, however, is imprinted deeper than any other in our memories. On that night (I do not have to tell you) was our Commencement. It was not the tearful occasion we had expected—probably because most of us were so absorbed in our Commencement speeches. On that evening, we could well harbor a feeling of superiority, for could we not say proudly, “I came! I saw! I conquered!”? At East we were pointed out all that is best in life. The highest ideals of citizenship were flaunted unwaveringly before us. We found our best friends in the members of the faculty. We shall hold forever in love and gratitude the memory of our High School Days. —Adelaide Wood. 10