Eastern High School - Echo Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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Trials 0 UL Puppet FRANCES STURGEON ,28 NE MIGHT THINK a puppet has no worries. VVell, I am going to tell you of some of my chief ones, and then you at least will know better. My greatest trial is the girl who has charge of me,-the greatest because all my other troubles centre around her. If she were not around I would have a glorious time but- well, I'll tell you some of the things she does to me or makes me do. My puppeteer-that's what I call her-is abso- lutely the bossiest person I have ever seen. She always wants me to do everything just as she thinks it should be done. If I donlt agree with her and want to do something else she jerks my strings and I either have to do as she wants me to or fall over as if I had fainted. If she would only let me alone for a few minutes I could show her a thing or two about how I should work. Moreover, the way she makes me act you would think I had a minor part in the play, when really I am the hero. She always stands me behind a table or a chair so that people cannot see me. I know you won't beleive me,' but itls a fact that in our last show the dog got more applause than I did. I was absolutely embarrassed to tears. But she doesn't in the least mind embarrassing me. The other day I was walking off stage and one of my strings got caught in the scenery and I was jerked up in the air and-would you be- lieve it ?-that heartless girl laughed and consid- ered it a huge joke. I was never so mortified in all my life--not to speak of the way it hurt. I hope that someday I shall have a new puppeteer -one who is more considerate of my feelings! One would think that girl would be nice to me when I am on the stage, because she knows that's the only time I am free to move about. When I am not there I am put in a suit-case with the other seven members of .my family. We are wrapped up tightly so that our strings will not I get tangled and then we are placed in the suit- case. Sometimes my feet are above my head in a most uncomfortable position and I have to stay that way for weeks before anyone comes to take me out. When I get out I am, of course, cramped and stiff and canit move about very well, but that puppeteer of mine expects me to stand on my head right away. Oh, what a life I do lead! Not only this, but some people don't even know what a puppet is. I was never so taken aback as when I found that out! Oh dear !-I just thought of something-maybe you are one of those who have never heard of me. That's hard to believe, but just in case it may be true I will tell you briefly what I am like. Of course there are many different kinds of puppets but I am going to tell you about myself. I used to be a doll-oh, for those happy, care- free days again !-until one day they decided to make me into a puppet. They completely dis- jointed me and then put me back together loosely so that I could move easily. Then they dressed me and fixed my face and hair so that I looked like a boy. After I was dressed they started at- taching the strings. I had one above each knee, one on each wrist, one on each side of my head, one at the back of my neck and one in the middle of my back. With the aid of these strings I can walk, move my head and arms and do most any- thing that other people can. But alas, as I said before, I am never my own master. I hope you now have a little clearer idea of what I amp and if you ever hear of any persons who don't know about me, please tell them, for it is awfully embarrassing to hear someone say that he never heard of you. I hope too that this account of my trials may win me a little of your sympathy. I I Q 1 Y 9 ' o 5, , , Q3 4, s I i ' It Page 23

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THE EASTERN ECHO She was greeted everywhere as she walked along the corridor. When she reached her room there were only a few girls in it. Where,s everybody ? she asked. Assembly today. They're in the auditorium. I-Iere's Tomboy Emerson! I've got a crush on her. She's a swell athlete, came in a whisper to Tomboy's ears as she walked through the auditorium doorway. Yeh, crush on mef' she muttered angrily. I hope you get crushed. There was a visitor on the stage, who was going to entertain the girls. Presently she was presented and began to talk. Tomboy's thoughts were elsewhere and at first she paid little atten- tion, but something in the visitor's speech stirred her and she listened eagerly. 1 The Hamilton Cookery School, the visitor was saying, is going to have a cake-making con- test. Any girl in this school is eligible whether she takes Home Economics or not. Before she she must have the principalls hands in her cake signature and also the signature of one who has watched her make the cake. The cake must be the girl herself without any she went on laughingly, I made entirely by help. Of course, mean that you cannot have the help of your mother or neighbor. But if you have forgotten how many eggs the cake should have, by all means look in a cookery book. The contest will be held in two weeks. In the meantime you can get from the office a printed slip like this Cshe held up a small piece of paperj giving you all the details connected with the entering of your cake in the contestf' For the rest of the day Tomboy's thoughts were on a new topic-cake-baking. She loved to cook, that was another thing that nobody knew about Tomboy. That afternoon as soon as school let out, Tom- boy forgot to rush down to the gym for basket ball practice. At home a telephone call brought Jimmy Hughes, her youthful next-door neighbor, hurrying to the front porch. Will you do it for me P Tomboy ended, after having explained all about the contest. Sure, Jimmy answered, I'll watch you, Tom- boy, and sign up for you. But say, what kind of a cake are you gonna make ? I was thinking of a 'Liberty Cakef It would be square-shaped and I'd have dark pink and white icing for the stripes and blue and white for the field of blue and stars. It would repre- sent the American Flag. Say, that would be swell! cried Jimmy, ad- miringly. Will you promise to give me a piece of the cake after it's won the prize P If it does, said Tomboy with a laugh, l'll give you half of itf' As Miss Waldon had directed, Tomboy got a slip in the office and had it properly signed. She sent the slip in to the Hamilton Cookery School a week before the cake had to be in. Then she set about buying her icings and material At last the day of the cake-baking arrived. Gee,', sighed Jimmy, eyeing Tomboy as she measured out the flour and baking powder. That cake's gonna be swell. You're gonna win. Let's hope so,', answered Tomboy reverently. Her cake was one of hundreds. She looked around the cooking room with its tables full of wrapped cakes. Miss Hale, the cooking instruct- ress, took her cake and deposited it on a table with others. The girl that crept into the auditorium the next morning was hardly noticed in the excitement, and anyhow she did not look at all like Tomboy Emerson. She wore her dainty organdy dress and the silk stockings and pumps. Again she had combed her hair in that windblown style. A touch of powder hid some of the impish freckles that dotted her nose. She was not Tomboy g she was Diane. No one spoke to her, they did not even seem to know her and for that she was thankful. She sat with her head deep in a book until the principal walked on the stage. Today, boys and girlsf' he said, we have gathered to award the future housewife a prize for baking the best cake. And I am glad to say that the winner of the prize was number, he paused and looked around at the audience, num- ber seventeen. It is a very fine cake-a cake in the shape of the American flag with red, white and blue icing. Will number seventeen please come upon the stage ? Diane stood up, and as the applauding audi- ence turned and looked at her, she blushed for the first time in her life. Tomboy l gasped the audience as she walked across the stage. Tomboy Emerson ! Why Tomboy l said the principal in astonish- ment, holding out his hand. I had no idea that it was you, Tomboy. I beg your pardon, Mr. Clark, said she, with her head held high and speaking haughtily. For what? asked Mr. Clark nonplussed. My name is not Tomboyl' She stood there, a dainty vision of organdy and windblown bob, and her voice rang out clearly and distinctly to the ends of the auditorium, while the audience gasped again at her words. It is now-as it always should have been-Diane Emerson. Page 22

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o F7 S . I Q N Sculpture rlllullll in f lifts e ,iflgj ' os' 1 o eq . ' I Ei f any ' 5 I 2 f .f x School W ill! l f ll 'll I-We 'M SURE that almost all you Easternites have noticed the many pieces of line sculpture in our school, but I'm also sure that very few of you know anything about them. I didn't either until I discovered that it is as interesting as it is worthwhile to get acquainted with them. Let me tell you some of the things I have recently learned. Two of the best statues in the school are those in the lobby. They are Minerva, also known as Pallas or Athene, the goddess of iwisdom and de- fensive warfare, and Augustus, the adopted son of Julius Caesar, who became emperor of Rome. The original of the statue of Minerva was made by a Greek sculptor, probably in the fifth century B. C. in the time of the great Phidias. Several copies were made by the Romans, and later dug up by excavators. One of them is in the Vatican at :Rome Another is here in our own city, in the Walters' Art Gallery. Both Minerva and Augustus in our lobby are plaster casts made by P. P. Caproni and Brother, of Boston, and were presented to us by the Mu- nicipal Art Society. By Minerva's side is a snake, a representative of wisdom in ancient times. Her breastplate, called Aegis, she borrowed from her father, jupiter, when she wanted to go to war. The head in the middle of the shield is the Gorgon's head, a ghastly sight, Deformed and dreadful, and a sign of woe. So Homer describes it. The curls on the edge of the shield are the snakes of the Gorgon's head, the whole shield was supposed to inspire fear. The helmet is a kind worn by the Greeks for many centuries before and after the statue was made and is called a corinthian helmet. You should particularly notice the purity of line and the perfect representation of folds in her robe, for the sculpture of the period in which the statue was made is considered best of all times. The statue of Augustus Caesar was made in a somewhat later period, for he was emperor at the time of the birth of Christ. This particular statue of Augustus is known as Augustus Prima Porta,', for the original, now in the Vatican, was found by the excavators of a place called Prima Porta or First Gate. Augustus is here somewhat idealizedffor his face, although it looks like him, is done in the Greek style. The cupid and the dolphin represent his descent from Venus, who was thought either to be the daughter of jupiter and Dione, the goddess of moisture, or to have sprung from the sea. Cupid was her son. Finest of all our sculpture is the piece on the north wall of the first floor corridor-a repro- duction of the western frieze of the Parthenon. It, also, was given to us by the Municipal Art Society, and was cast by P. P. Caproni and Brother. The original frieze is of marble and was made by the sculptor Phidias, and perhaps by some of his pupils. Phidias, who belongs in the time of Pericles, is considered the greatest sculptor the world has ever seen. The frieze is in bas, or low, relief, for it is no more than two inches high at any place. The western part is still on the Parthenon, although most of the other sections have been carried away. All of it was injured when the gunpowder stored in the tem- ple by the Turks, who held Athens at that time, exploded. You can see on our reproduction where a leg or a head or an arm is missing. The Par- thenon was a temple built in honor of Athene fit was called this from the Greek word Parthe- nos meaning virgin goddessuj. The frieze rep- resents the Parthenaic procession, held every four years by the Athenians, when a new robe, or peplos, gorgeously embroidered, was given to the great statue of Athene in the Parthenon. Our section of the frieze shows the beginning of the procession. You will notice that every horse and every man is in a different position, Page Z4