Eastern High School - Echo Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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THE EASTERN ECHO scribbling on them. What funny ideas people had! Alice left the papers and hopped around on these table-things. The trip ended abruptly. Alice had found something else queer, some funny blocks, made of wood, some square, some round like the ball of wool she had played with once upon a time, others resembling the ice cream cones she had sometimes seen. This was evident- ly a place where babies played. This room certainly had funny wall decora- tions: on the one wall were the papersg on a sec- ond, windowsg on a third, which was striped tan and black, white marks covered much of the sur- face, on the fourth, the same stripes of tan and black! How queer! Alice decided that she had seen everything of interest, though some of the things were some- what puzzling, so she wandered out and down a long, wide hall. She found another open door and went through it. She walked to the middle of the room and gazed about her. This place was queerer than the other. It had real tables in it, but they had things on them that no one could possibly use! Alice jumped up on one to explore more thoroughly. There stood a contraption, a sort of T-shaped frame, from which hungftwo metal plates suspended by wire. Alice wanted to try to sit in one, but it looked too uncertain so she merely wagged her tail against it and jumped at the clatter it made. Under the table from which she had leaped, she found many boxes, all carefully closed with little brass catches. She wanted to know what was in them, but she couldn't open one. Well, she'd see what she could see from that high chair. She jumped. The seat of the chair kept right on mov- ing around! Amazing! F Alice decided she had better leave this place where seats of chairs went around when you got up on them. She lost no time in getting out. Opposite the door of the room she had just left was another door, with just a crack open. Though Alice had decided to do no more exploring, this was too great a temptation. She stuck one paw in the crack and followed it with her head. Be- fore her was a stage. She was looking over rows and rows of empty seats. I always knew I was destined for the stage, murmured Alice, and here I am. yi: iff!! lljl 3. J 'ma ll!! ! She walked back and forth behind the foot- lights, humming a little tune, and taking a few waltz steps now and then. Then she sat down right at the middle of the stage, shrugged her shoulders negligently, and began her daily bath. At last she rose, stretched, and wandered about again. Something caught her eyeg she walked over and gazed at it with some interest: green fringe, above it, folds of green velvet. Sumptuous, thought Alice after a critical glance, elegant Behind her was a big something that Alice's roving eye was intrigued with. She walked around it, examined it carefully, measured the dis- tance to the shiny white and black shelf, and jumped. On her arrival at that chosen spot, all the dogs and cats within a radius of a mile howled at once! A head appeared in the doorway. 'fWho touch- ed that piano?,' a voice asked. No answer. The head disappeared while a hand came up to scratch it. Alice had departed. At the time of the head's arrival, she was in the front hall, and still going. Up the stairs she Hew, down the hall, up more steps, until she at last found refuge in a darkened room in the darkest corner. She crouched there some time, and then her courage returned. Her thoughts were a little hectic. Alice rose and shook herself. She was glad she had come out of the danger safely. She walked to the door courageously and peered out. She descended the stairs slowly, keeping her courage up only by gazing back at her handsome tail wav- ing on high. At last she reached the bottom. But she coulrln't get out. She waited for some time, then a figure appeared, hatted and coated, and advanced to the door. A small black shadow followed. The door opened and closed. Alice sauntered down the street waving her tail. X If x: 3 u f ' ' 4 K .X pf lrv, JN! xg . XXV l 'il Page 18

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Alice On Her Own M. THROUGH '31 HE DAY was a bleak, blustery one in mid- April, the time late afternoon, but Alice, though she wore no hat, shoes, or gloves, was warm, her heavy black fur coat, though it was ruffled by the wind, was all she needed for pro- tection. Alice was walking slowly up Broadway, medi- tating sourly on life, for Alice was insulted and angry. Her thoughts ran somewhat in this fash- ion: Hum-m-ml They must think they're clever, leaving me like this, all alone. Yesterday they gave me a saucer of milk and a warm place to sleep, and today they tie me up in a bag, and take me for a long, jolty ride, and then they drop me out of the bag in a strange place to shift for myself. Of course I could get back, but I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of knowing I wanted to come back, even to see Mama and the children and dear Wilbur again. Wilbur was Aliceis gentleman friend. Alice sighed, and continued her soliloquy, now more sadly than indignantly. What fun we used to have, when Mama used to tell us about when she was a girl, and when we all used to go hunting in the fields for birds. What fun I used to have when Wilbur came over every evening and called me from the gate post. Sometimes- P5 o - d A I in Q, But what was this? A door right on the side- walk fiew open, and a girl rushed out. Alice fol- lowed her instinct and rushed in before the door closed. Now she couldn't get out. But Alice was a philosopher: if she couldn't get out, she couldn't g she would make the best of it. There was a fiight of steps before her, so she went up them. She reached the top and looked about her. Hum-m-mln thought Alice. Marble floors, really elegant. just my style. To her right a door stood open, luring Alice to explore what mysteries lay behind it. She poked her head cautiously in 5 seeing no one, she went in and wandered about. There were some strange things there that quite bewildered the simple little country-bred cat-rows and rows of things that Page l 7 had the general appearance of tables, but with queer legs on only one side. Alice jumped on the first one, then to the next and the next. This entertainment palled after a while, and she finished her airy travels by a leap to a large box- like thing that stood at the front of the room. It was covered by many papers that flew merrily about at Alice's sudden arrival among them. After a short investigation of this literature, something caught Alice's eye that made her heart leap with joy. Goldfish! ' 1i-. ti 1 -4 Nothing more could be asked to complete Alice's wonderful day. In two leaps she had reached their bowl, where they swam lazily about, paying no attention whatsoever to her maneuvers. Alice's black paw reached into the bowl to seize one of them. But she was doomed to disappoint- ment,-they eluded her with great ease. More futile attempts! Alice was exasperated. What badly-bred fish these were! They very evidently had not been taught to play properly. Well-bred fish knew that they should allow themselves to be caught in a reasonably short time. I-Ier exaspera- tion turned to disgust. Very well, if they wouldn't play, neither would she. She jumped down from the table and marched sedately out of the room, while the fish eyed her with as little interest as before. Alice, still very much disgusted, said a word under her breath, and stalked into a room whose door, opposite the one she had just passed through, stood invitingly open. There were more rows and rows of table-like things with the box thing in front of them. No goldfish, Alice decided, after a swift survey of the premises. She had thought perhaps there would be some better trained ones here. Oh well, goldfish needn't think they pro- vided the only entertainment for cats. She dis- missed them from her mind with a shrug. At one end of the room were bunches of papers attached to the wall, they fiapped in the breeze Alice made when she jumped on a table-thing to view them. There were funny black marks on them. Alice thought what a pity it was that all those perfectly good papers must be ruined by

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A Page of Poems My Chariot of Memory SOPHIA LEUTNER '29 My Chariot of Memory goes back to long ago.' To childhood days when all was play and naught I knew of woe, To first school days when readers red and spelling books of yore Conducted me into the realms of vast and boundless lore. But of the many things I pass as I go riding by, None seem so bright and none so fair as days in Eastern High. Tlzose days when mighty Knowledge over all the land held sway, Commanding me to take his gifts all spread in bright array, Those days when plays, athletics, games, of each and ev'ry kind, Were just the means we used way back in The name of Eastern to defend in ev'ry Oh, happiness within us reigned through dear old Twenty-nine single fray,- ev'ry single day. Jly Chariot of Iliemory has passed along its way, Hut just to view the olden times will come another day. These days have passed beyond me far, no more within recall, But Memory can take me back to view them one and all. --M.-Q-4-...T- Inspiration DOROTHY SINCLAIR '29 fWith all necessary apologiesj When, in despair, witlz writers' cranip besides, I late at night bemoaned my mind's dull state, When, though to think and write Iid tried and tried, I simply couldn't jinish that debate, Wishing me like to one who'd found, to use, Authorities-like her with brains possest, Desiring this girl's issues, that girl's views fhly own were rather vague, to say the leastj : When finally, with puckered brow perspiring, By chance I came on thee, when hope was gone, Then you, iny tired brain and arm inspiring, Revived my drooping spirits, spurred me on. For you, O little note, such facts did state That with your help I finished the debate. My Crush M. C. T, '29 lt'Vhen hrst I came to Eastern High A solemn vow I took,- I'll never have a 'crush', eried I, To break my pocket book. I'll steel 1ny heart against attack, To lessons I'll be truef' And then one day-alas! alaek! I met my W'aterloo. 'Twas on the street I saw-first, My lzeart beat loud and fast ,' But that, you'll see, was not the worst, For now all hope is past. Eaeh day I deeper, deeper sink, My vow has now gone pop! DVho is my erush ?-lfVhy, can't yo Our guardian the cop. ' Q40 -XP G QS Page I 9 u think