Eastern Academy - Echoes Yearbook (Paterson, NJ)

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1938 EASTERN ACADEMY 1938 Envoy Staff EDITOR-IN-CHIEF - - - - - John .R: Bos J Eleanor Hoogstra | Dick Van Halsema ASSOCIATE EpITors = fa ACADEMY NEWSETTES - - - - - Paul Stam CHRISTIAN ScHooL NEws” - - - - Hilda Bruins ALUMNI NerEws - - - - - - Muriel Ash nite aioe : : ‘ Z : : Emma Kuiken | Gcorge Helwcrda Humor - - - - - - - - Ada Sisco BusINnESS MANAGER - - - - Richard Hommes ADVERTISING MANAGER - - - - Herman Minnema CIRCULATION MANAGER - - - - - John Hanse STAFF SECRETARY - - - - Wilma Van Genderen Stars Stars have always been regarded with awe since the dawn of history. The ancients worshipped the stars and reverenced them as gods. Stars are still very mysterious. We do not know as much about them as we would lke. We have early heard of the stars; one of the first songs we ever sang was about a star. And looking up on a summer evening, we wondered if God had opened his jewel-box and dropped showers of diamonds. When angry clouds hid these twinkling lights, and the night was dark and cold, we eratefully crept around the hearth and basked in its warmth. There are not only bright stars and brilliant constellations, but also the lesser planets, and those which we cannot even see with the naked eye, yet nevertheless brilliant. We are all stars—whether we beam, shine, glimmer, or are even out of sight; we are stars just the same. It’s up to us either to beam, shine, glimmer, or hide our light under a bushel. Other people see us and judge to what type we belong. Let it at least be said that E.A. students and alumni beam both in work and play. —Hilda Bruins Two Seniors’ Views on Leaving E. A, I interviewed two seniors and asked them what they thought about leaving Eastern Academy. This is what the first one told me. She said that she was sorry to leave E. A., but in another way she is glad, for after graduating she hopes to further her education and so realize her ambition. The second one I interviewed had much the same thoughts. She also said that she was sorry to go. “But,” said she, “I will be on my own. I will then, as the expression goes, ‘try out my wings’. You see, I have been so watched over in school here that I want to see what I can do without being watched.” I think most of the seniors feel the same way—they will miss what they have had these past four years. They now have grown accustomed to it and have taken it for granted. But you never miss the water till the well runs dry. —EHleanor Hoogstra thirteen

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L23S oe EASTERN ACADEME 1938 RussEuLuL G. WILLIAMSON “Russ” (College Preparatory) “Tt’s easier said than done.” Athletic Ass’n ’36-’88, Soccer ’37. ApA JEAN WISSE “Shrimp” (Commercial) “Cherub, chortling in her glee.” Athletic Ass’n 735-’88, Glee Club 735-’38, Treas. Glee Club ’36-’37, Senior Girl’s Fel- lowship Club, Class Treas. ’37-’38. JoHN J. WYNBEEK “Potts” (General) “IT don't play the role of common men.” Athletic Ass’n 734-38, Forum Club 735-38, Treas. Forum Club 737, Vice Pres. Class 34-35, Treas. Class ’35-’36, Pres. of Class 88, Glee Club 737-38, Athletic Ass’n Board, Advertising Mner. for Basketball Team. JoHN D. ZuIDEMA “Zeke” (College Preparatory) “The long of at.” Athletic Ass’n ’34-’388, Envoy Staff, Base- ball ’36, Basketball ’36-’37, Soccer ’37, Base- ball 737. twelve

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1938 Geb PERN AGADEM ams MOB: The Sentinel Lonely and lovely it stands, looking kindly down upon the sweet smelling woodland as a young mother gazes at her first born. Its soft pine needles have fallen into a magic carpet, and all about the tiny dell, flowers peek from their dimly lighted castles upon the guardian of their homeland. Slowly the rising sun creeps as an approaching foe upon the early hours of the day. A surprise of redness heralds the awakening hours. In the distance the silver tremble of a warbling meadow-lark provides an early serenade; every- where wee creatures are bustling like children excited over a new and fascin- ating toy. The spider spins, a happy housewife busy at her daily task, won- dering about the captives of the coming day; in another corner a tiny beauty raises its smiling face, freshly washed with dew, to be dried by the rays of the sun which, like a threatened child, is trying to do its utmost. Alas—thundering across the freshly aroused day, a mighty cannon of the grey army stamps its way; it belches forth like an angry dragon—causing birds to cuddle, flowers to gather their petals closely about them, and furry creatures to scutter for home. The brave pine tree stands, stretching out its mighty arms, offering love and protection to trusting friends, as the good shepherd stretches out his cloak to his sheep. —Muriel Ash Farmer The old man was working near the roadside, on the other side of the wire fence of the gray country farmhouse. Age prevented his working hard out on the farm under the hot sun; but his busy hands which were always accustomed to toiling hard, had to find something to do. Now he was hoeing among the cabbages near the roadway frequented by farmers. The whole frame of the figure was that of a farmer. His appearance re- vealed that he was accustomed to hard work. The rough, tough-skinned hands resembled pieces of soiled, stained leather. The rolled-up sleeves of the faded blue shirt exposed to view a pair of hairy, brawny arms. The bright blue eyes, set back in the sun-tanned, dry-skinned face, gleamed in the bright sunlight and reflected, as it were, the character behind the mirror. A high, broad dimen- sioned straw hat acted as a shade against the fiery sun ascending to its height; and but yesterday had served as an umbrella to protect him from the long- desired downpour. Little balls of sweat raced down the grimy face and also showed themselves in his wrinkled neck and about his bony wrists. The pretty-colored, broad-leaved cabbages rooted in the damp soil, furnished a landing place for insects, and glistening drops of dew yet stood on the large heads. A few birds sped through the cloudless sky, and the old man whistled cheerfully to himself. —Willemina Van Halsema fourteen