Eastern High School - Echo Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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

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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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nothozr l es of March On which Mark Antony ls Defeated By SYBIL STROBEL, A32 s Mark Antony smoothed the folds of his toga, he smiled with satisfaction. The suc- cess of the drama thus far had surpassed his highest expectations. Caesar's ghost had spoken its lines with no visible sign of the asthma that had been troubling it in private life, and Caesar himself, as he lay dying on the Senate floor, remembered to sound the final en in Brute, although at the vital moment he had missed his cue and fallen before the conspirators had even drawn their daggers, For this reason the stabbing episode had had to be omitted alto- gether. However, the quick-witted Octavius had had the presence of mind to rush in and supply at the critical moment, f'Ye gods, anoflim' heart at- tack! Bring waterf' Nevertheless, the production was more than a success. f'Anthony. or Percivale Pinckbury- Pinckbury Elk of Elkton Downs, reflected as he prepared for the fifth and final act. The unmis- takable words that were his cue penetrated the heavy curtains and the fantastic wings where Caesar's august friend nonchalantly smoked a cigarette, at peace with the world. ' 'A+--, my Gathering up his the Civil XYar days on the light-flooded f'Tut. your hopes lord. flowing toga like a belle of Antony boldly marched up- stage, saying as he came: are answered. Octav- ! The words were drowned out by the falsetto voice of Claudius who was still in the course of the fourth act. XVhy did you so cry out, sir. in your sleep 7' Hy this time dumbfounded Antony had real- ized that he was approximately two scenes too early. Rather nonplussed. but by no means un- equal to the occasion, hc flung himself into a gilded chair. Unfortunately that very thought had occurred to Brutus at the same moment and the tapering legs of the hapless chair collapsed bc- neath their weight. Claudius, with quick wit. saved the day by drawling, hiiihat manner of man is this? Get you hence, idle creature. get you hencef' f'Okay,,' came from Antony, who was only too glad to be gone. But one glance over the footlights had been enough. There, in the flrst box on the left. sat Trtwlfy-fliwr the Terror, glowering at the spectacle before her. Percivalefs maiden aunt, Lady Letitia Pinck- bury Elk, registered disapproval in her very atti- tude, menacing to say the least. Her presence was far from expected, much like Caesar's ghost at Philippi. There would be the devil to pay, brooded the errant nephew between two of the dusty wings. That one glance had been enough to unnerve the noble Antony, and he heard the shifting of scenery for the final act with a heavy heart, in the strict sense of the word. But the play must go on. Octavius was already upon the scene, gesticula- ting wildly for his colleague to appear. llfaxing desperate, he cupped his hands and cajoled, Ahoy, Tony, get a move on, forsoothf' The late Mark Antony tripped airily upon the stage, and over a ragged edge of an oriental rug, almost into the arms of Octavius. His laurel wreath had slipped back on his head like a fire- man's helmet, but the general effect was pleasing. f'You said the enemy would not come down. But keep the hills and upper regions. It proves not so, their battles are at hand. Don't I know it, moaned Antony to himself, under the acrid glances from box one, left. But aloud: T hey could be content To visit other places: but 'tis not so. Their bloody sign of battle is hung out- By this time the acrid glances were coming in couples. ever more forboding as the play wore on. As the first scene of the final act drew to a close, Octavius reiterated again and again: Come, Antony. away. But Antony was too absorbed in his reflections to hear. Box one, left. was now emptyg Aunt Le- titia had dashed ofl' to Iilkton to lay the final plans for an inquisition. Mark. with a fixed and hope- less stare, was lost amidst the valiant warriors of Brutus as the army surged across the stage, an- nouncing the beginning of the second scene. Octavius had long since gone. when Antony finally staggered from the stage, dejection personi- fied. :ic 4: 4: :K 4: An hour later Percivale, with chin on chest fcflflffllllfff ou page 993