Eastern High School - Echo Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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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

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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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