Eastern High School - Echo Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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fxpdl By DOROTI'IY NIEXVERTH, '33 Sparkling are the l1aby's tears, As her merry laugh appears. Aprilk sunshine elear and bright Sends the rain drops into flight. In the bal1y's dezvy smiley I can picture Aprilh' wiles. N xf r- 'f', 5 'IZ arf R I L g ' X . D Kiln Z--'iv - ff. Spdng By LAURA HUETHER, '33 Twenty-one Spring in the city- People unheeding, Naises shrieking, Tall buildings hiding God from inan- lVIan's earth! Spring in the country Green meadows, Budding trees, Blue skies revealing God to man- G0d's earth!

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pring, ozautiful pring Or The Other Side of the Question By PAULINE HoBBs, '32 PRING has come in all its glory! At the very mention of it, our thoughts turn to the beautiful and romantic or are supposed to do so. It is the time when flowers of delicate hues appear on a velvety green carpet of grass. Birds fiit about among budding trees and sing sweet songs. The clear blue sky above is just the right complement to the ravishing beauty of the earth. All nature is awaking after its winter's sleep. Our souls sing out for joy at the sight of so much new, young life. At least, that is the way we are expected to react to the coming of spring, if we take our cue from the poets. There is, however, another side to be considered which, though less beautiful, is certainly real. Spring weather is just about perfect, but not quite. There is some difficulty in keeping houses at the right temperature. At times, it is so pleas- ant that all heat is turned off. Then, before we realize it, the house becomes cooler and cooler. It is entirely too cold to live in a place with- out some artificial heat, so the fire is rebuilt. VVhen the furnace is working once more, it be- comes so hot that something simply must be done. Accordingly, the windows are raised. There are no screens, because it is so early in the season that nobody has thought of them. Before the windows have been open for five min- utes, the room is filled with insects of many varieties. Pretty little messengers of spring! Their backs are beautifully colored. Their wings are so delicately formed that one must wonder how so small a creature can be so perfect. How- ever, in spite of their many attractions, they are a nuisance. It is not altogether pleasant to have them using our hands and faces as landing fields or feeding grounds, so the windows are shut, no matter who suffocates. VVe decide that going to bed is the only solu- tion to our heating problems, only it does not prove a solution. The question is, Shall we put on a blanket or not?'! It is just the kind of weather for colds and other worse ailments, so the heavy covers are put on the bed. That night we swelter under the weight of blankets. The next night, determined not to be so uncomfortable again, we leave off the blanket. At three o'clock in the morning we awake, chilled to the bone. There has been a storm, and a cool wind has arisen, making it as cold as the average winter night. A shower of this kind is just as bad during the day. ln the morning, it is warm and clear, so we put on new spring clothes and go out. XVhen we are at the other end of town, a storm suddenly comes from nowhere. A drenching rain ruins our clothing, and a chill wind makes us wish for our winter coats. But this is the beautiful spring, and we must remember that f'April showers bring May flowers. The flowers really are beautiful, only some of them are a bit too plentiful. I mean the dandelions. On one fine spring morning we look out and see the lawn fairly covered with blossoms of this variety. They must be gotten rid of, for, if they are allowed to remain, the place will cer- tainly be unsightly. VVith all good intentions we have them pulled out, Roots and all, ma'am. That night we congratulate ourselves on having improved the appearance of the place to such an extent. There is not a single dandelion. VVe go to bed feeling pleased with ourselves and the world. Comes the dawn! VVe go to the window once more, this time to admire a lawn free of these weeds. But lo and behold! Today there are six of these beautiful nuisances where only one stood yesterday. They can never be lost. They are ever with us. There is much to be said, but we cannot go on in this way forever: right now our thoughts are being interrupted. lt is the radio announcer, tell- ing us that, The next number on our program for this evening isiRubinsteinys 'Melody in F, -better known as 'XVelcome, Sweet Springtime' ! Twenty

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Q J une Reverzes efiyuffd IU KATHERINE TAXVNEY, '35 ' Printed jfnm Ijnolermz Blurb