Eastern High School - Echo Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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Gnutwtg ' Page THE GHOST OF SILVAN LANE-Virginia Hooper. . 5 THE GREEN AND COLD-School Song ............ 6 THE TRIP TO WASHINGTON AND MT. VERNON Irene Habnicht 'SUMMER MEMQRlEs-Ada French ................ BACKGROUND AND FORECROUND-Ruth Henss. .. MT. VERNON 1$ne Habnicht ................... INTERNATIONAL PEACE PrSze Essay- Adele Ballman A CERM FAMILY'S ADVENTURES ............... BOOK REVIEWS A DREAM COME TRUE Sylvia Fox .............. THE SPELLING BEE ............................ THE CLASS OF 1922 .......................... ADA BEALL NORMENT ......................... PICTURES AND VERSES ....................... 17-37 REVELS Florence Waite 37 FAREWELL MESSAGE OF '22 ................... LAST ASSEMBLY OF '22 ....................... SUMMER'S CHORUS THE FIR TREE AND THE BRAMBLE .............. 38 THE TEAM 39 THE. TALE OF THE FOUNTAIN PEN- Co1die Schimmel 40 THE LAST STRINC Poem ..................... 4' SUMMER REVERIES PEACE ESSAY U-lonorable Mention Elizabeth Deussen SOME I909 HISTORY .......................... CLUB NEWS 1923 I925 REUNION OF 1912 ............................. ASSEMBLY NEWS ATHLETICS SCHOOL NEW'S EXCHANGES THE SOCIAL SERVICE CLUB .................... COUNCIL NEWS ............................... AUNT PETUNIA

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THE GHOST 0F SILVAN LANE Virginia Hooper, , 2 2 HE house was haunted! You would not have thought so, per- haps at first sight, for a prettier little cottage, nestling among sweet-briar and red roses, snowy White, with green doors and blinds, and sparkling little latice-windows, you could not wish to see. It stod within Squire Sil- van,s grounds and, of course, he was the owner. Yes, the cottage in Silvan Lane was haunt- ed. Several years ago, the squire's gardener, who lived there, had come home in the small hours in a terrible state of drink and had killed his wife. The next morning in impotent rage he cut his own throat. The tragic gardener and his wife were buried and the little eot- tage was Hto let. But untold gold could not have induced the people in the little town to live there. Squire Silvan stood at his study window frowning. ult's a hundred and fifty dollars a year clean out of my pocket, mused the squire, scowling at the haunted house. HSix years that cottage has been vacant, and six times one hundred and fifty is nine hundred dollars. Nine hun- dred dollars out of a man's pocket because a drunken brute comes home and kills his wife, and cuts his throat for his own amusement.u The Squire broke off with a very sour face, for Huttering in and out among the trees came a girlish figure, slender and graceful as be- came its ownefs eighteen years. iiAnd thereis another bother,n burst out the choleric squire, regarding angrily his only child. Hrve fed her and clothed her, and given her everything she could wish foreand what sort of return does she make me? Why, she goes and falls in love with a dandified, empty- headed, city counterjumper! And she wants me to let her marry him, and spend my money for me! No, Miss Eleanor Silvaan At this moment a servant came up and an- nounced: u A lady, sir, at the door, asking to see you, , sir. UA lady! Who is she? What does she want? HI don't know her, sir. It's about the cot- tage down the lane, I think. The squire opened his eyes. ant at last? uThe cottage, eh? Sameat once! Squire Silvan seated himself in his chair of authority, and the next moment Sam reap- peared, ushering in the lady, one tall and ma- jestic, who moved with slow, stately dignity. She was robed in the deepest mourning, a widow's cap encircling the pale, handsome face which gleamed behind a long crepe veil. uI heard, Mr. Silvan, the lady said, in a clear melodious tone, iithat you have a de- sirable cottage to rent. Now, I am in search of a small house; I am a widow, and live quite alone, and I have called to know your terms. uThe terms are nothing; the cottage is very cheap. Eight lovely little rooms, ma,am, and only one hundred and fifty dollars a year; beau- tiful surroundings as you may see, in the way of garden grounds; and water and gas on the premises. Its a dead bargain. The lady arose and surveyed the white cot- tage with a critical eye. Was it a ten- Show her in at once, uIt's a pretty place, she said, iia very pret- ty place, but it has its drawbacks, Squire Sil- van, turned to him with a charming smile. uI know all about the ghost! iiConfound the ghost! I beg your pardon, ma'am, but the people are such-well, fools! The only ghosts are the wind, and the rats, and the trees, and the moonlight, and their imaginations! You try the house, ma'am, and if the ghost bothers you, why, I'll ask no rent. There! I can't say fairer? No, it's a bargain, Mr. Silvan. 1,11 try it. My name is Mrs. Seaton and my husband has been dead seven years. So it came about that the Widow Seaton rented the haunted house and the following day the new tenant moved in. The squire be- came very much interested in the fascinating widow and made many visits to the little cot-