Eastern High School - Echo Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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THE EASTERN ECHO dressed. But for her Vernon would have won. Miss Oliver's room. She was not crying now. Now they wouldn't win the championship. Still- Oh no! She was happy because Miss Oliver had Kathie, Miss Oliver wants to see you when told her that she had proved her worth to Ver- you're dressed, a sympathetic voice announced. non. She had helped Vernon to lose fairly. Yes, Fifteen minutes later Kathryn came out of that was better than to have won falsely. I I wandered on a lonely road And inet a gypsy lad In ragged blouse and scarlet sash And yellow jerkin clad. II And so I asked, Don't you get Of wandering on the down, And don't you ever find yourself A-longing for the town? III He sniiled at nie, a dusky sinile, And shook his curly head, No, no, we sons of Roinany To this were born and bred. --o-o-o-- A Romany Lad Lois ANKEWITZ '30 tired V IV We love the wind against our cheeks, The rain upon our hair, VV e love the suininer starlit sky, The biting winter air. V We love each tree, each blade of grass, Each singing brook that gleanis And, bubbling over hidden rocks, Reflects the sun's bright beams. VI We love the hills in surnrner green, Each nook and fragrant dell, And so, within a town, we'd be Within a prison cell. He smiled at nie, a dusky sinile, And huinined a pagan lay, And while I watched hiin wistfully, He trudged upon his way. Page I 4

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A Dectstiue Moment BEATRICE WITTEKINDT '29 ff 0 LOSE and lose fairly is better than to have won and won falsely. Bravest is the man who always is honestf, Thus Dr. Walsh ended his talk to Vernon High School. It had been an impressive talk which had claimed everyone's attention. In the audience a young girl of seventeen years had listened intently. She was Kathryn Wells, the captain of the school's basketball team. Queer thing, she thought, a person who is always honest, to be the bravest. I wonder if he includes white lies in that, too. That night at eight o'clock the game for the championship was to be played between Vernon and Palen high school. A deep undercurrent of excitement had prevailed in Vernon High all day. Would their team carry off the honors as in former games? Palen High was reputed to have one of the best teams in the city so it was understood that there was going to be a strong battle on each side for the championship. The Vernon High team was gathered in a small ante-room. Kathryn, their captain, was flushed with excitement. To-night the final game! Would it be victory or defeat? No! Not defeat! That surely could not be the climax of their trium- phant basketball season. The whistle blew, sum- moning the two teams to the floor. Girls,,' said Kathryn hurriedly, don,t forget the signals, and remember-we want to bring victory to Vernon High. Fight! Fight to the finish. As the players appeared on the floor cheer after cheer rose from the throng on Vernon's side. Suddenly it quieted a bit and then the cheer lead- ers led the cheer for their alma mater: V-E-R-N-O-N-V-E-R-N-O-N ! Vernon High-Vernon High! Cheer after cheer and yell after yell rang out from both sides, when suddenly the whistle blew. The gym became still. The girls took their po- sitions on the floor. The game had begun! A few minutes of passing took place. Sud- denly Palen made the basket. What a cheer arose from Palen's ranks! Then silence again! All eyes were fixed on the players. Kathryn had the ball! She passed it to a forward, who fum- bled. Palen grabbed the ball. Again passing took place, when a foul on Palen's side gave Ver- non a free shot. One of Vernon's forwards shot for the basket. She made it! The score was 2-1. The whistle again! The first quarter was up! Palen was leading! Page I3 Both sides gave their yells lustily, each sure of the other's defeat. The time was up. The game again was on. There! The right guard on Ver- non's team had the ball. She passed it to a forward who, attempting to pass it to Kathryn, who played center, slipped. A fumble was the result! Palen had the ball! Vernonis defense, fortunately, was strong and the girl who had the ball and was passing, was made to pivot and then was closed in on. Ex- cited playing took place. Vernon made a bas- ket. At the end of the second quarter the score was 6-2 in favor of Vernon. Kathryn was breathing hard when she sat down. Her guard was a tall, fast girl who guarded her entirely too well, Kathryn thought. Gee, they sure can play, remarked Kathryn. They're livingi up to their rep, all right. The intermission was soon up and again the players took their places. The last half! The next quarter, full of exciting plays, left the score 10-6 in favor of Palen. Girls, said Kathryn, we've got to do some- thing. We're sure not going to be defeated in our last game. Please, please play your hardest andv-there went the whistle. Don,t forget-Vernon's rep's at stake. With renewed hope the team went into the tussle. Lady Luck again favored them and soon the score was 12-ll for Vernon, and only three more min- utes to play. Suddenly the ball came towards Kathryn. She and her guard both ran for it, and both Went down claiming the ball. The referee blew her whistle and declared a foul on Kathryn's guard, giving Vernon a free shot. But Kathryn knew that her guard was not to blame. She was the one who had fouled. Should she keep still? Suddenly Dr. Walsh's words, To lose and lose fairly is better than to have won and won falsely flashed thru her mind. Should she own her error? Plague my conscience, she thought. Then all at once she heard herself saying, Referee, she didn't foul, I did. The referee took the ball and gave it to Palen's forward. She measured the distance with her eye, she took careful aim. The crowd waited breathlessly. The ball flew toward the basket-and went in. The whistle blew. The game was over-with the score 12-12. , Tears smarted in Kathryn's eyes while she

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STICK- TUCK EVELYN HOWELL '30 PART III ETTY LoU was returning to college. As she looked over the many farewell pres- ents given her by her friends, an ex- quisite ivory and gold and rose-bud clock caught her eye. It was the gift of one of the many suitors whom she had kept waiting on various occasions. She took the clock but the hint passed entirely over her pretty blond head. College! Betty Lou loved it. She was only a Junior, and yet she was acclaimed by all as the prettiest and most popular girl on the campus. She was glad to go back. It meant more dates, more candy, more excitement, and more happiness. She wondered how many conquests she would make this year. Still wondering, she boarded the train for Richton, Virginia. When she arrived at her destination five hours later, she was met by an army of broken-down flivers, and cries of, I-Iey, Betty Lou, I got here first! C'mon with me, and I say, you prom- ised to grace my honorable heap of junk. Will'st thou? Betty's discerning eye picked out a hand- some roadster. No antique wrecks for her first entrance! She was triumphantly carried off in the new Chrysler amid the moans and cries of the unsuccessful would-be chauffeurs. The young man whose car she graced was a Junior named Durpan. The youngster with him, whose name was Reginalde Smythe, was an ignoble freshman. Unfortunately, Betty Lou was un- aware of Mr. Smythe's status, so she treated him like any other human being. In consequence, the poor freshman immediately lost his heart to Betty Lou. Unhappy youth! Betty Lou was the first girl to treat him like anything but a gila monster since his arrival. He positively ached to write a sonnet to her beauty and graciousness. Poor Reginalde! Durpan deposited his passenger at Rainey Hall, As he was saying good-bye, he said to Betty Lou, Pray for me, will you? That thing in my car is a freshman, and I'm his adviser. O, Allah ! He may have said more, but Betty Lou failed to hear him. At the word freshman her au- ..I ir- ll u 4u v '7 ri, ' I B' W2 si F' , YA, l +L ' :A . ,, , V we . Gvsxg N, Q 5.5 5 EMM 1 - all-.1 :Lv r Page 15 ditory organs ceased to function and her heart froze. She, Betty Lou, had lowered herself by talking to a froshl She should have known he was a freshman by that scared look and the too- new clothes. She determined to look before leap- ing into conversation with any males hereafter. Her face set into a stony mask. ' Reginalde Smythe, made oblivious of his de- ficiencies by the goddess' conversation, gazed upon her spell-bound. If he had been anything but a freshman, that frozen face would have warned him. The trouble was, he was a freshman. There- fore the look meant nothing to him. He said his farewells and when Betty Lou failed to an- swer, he thought she had not heard him. As a matter of fact, her ears were still paralyzed, but she would not have answered anyway. Reginalde went home in high spirits and still determined to write a sonnet to his new-found love. He got as far as, Betty Lou, How I love you! Your eyes so blue- and stopped. It had a reminiscent sound, and anyway he couldn't think of anything but glue to rhyme with blue . He pondered. How was he to get in Betty's graces? He had it! Betty Lou was from the South. Somewhere or other, he had heard that Southern cavaliers were in the habit of serenading their lady-loves. He would pour forth his soul to Betty Lou, aided and abetted by his trusty Nuke. Mr. Smythe pos- sessed a voice, a magnificent voice. In high school days cheer leaders sought him out. The Glee Club ignored him. A week passed. Betty Lou was firmly estab- lished in he! new room and the little ivory and gold and rose-bud clock was just as firmly en- sconced on the table by the window. The clock seemed to be trying its best to keep up with its mistress, who flew in and fiew out again without pause all day and every day. The rapid tic-tic tic-tic-tic of the hurrying little timepiece some- how reminded one of the pace of its owner. She scarcely ever slept. She was in again, out again. before her roommate had time to say Hello, much less Good-bye. In the meantime, Reginalde Smythe had gath- ered material and practiced quietly on his uke