Eastern High School - Echo Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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.xyrLcAor5 aweiglzf Anchors aweigh! june seventh, and our eagerly awaited Junior-Senior boatride! Jgaif fo me CAM! The school came out in full force to greet the President on his visit to Baltimore.

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Valse in E Major. For a moment a feeling of vagueness swept over me at the unbeliev- able loveliness of it all. However, the sound of Miss Cairnes' voice brought me sharply baclc to reality. She was speaking of the importance of traditions and ideals. As she spoke, I wondered what was in her mind. Was she seeing classes of years gone by seated before her? Was she remem- bering the standards and traditions of girls who had long since graduated? Do they still uphold their standards in a difficult world? Then Miss Caitnes was pointing out how one must not only accept the traditions of others, but, in meeting new issues, must create new ideals, new goals. I had confidence in out readiness to help and to pledge ourselves as our ofhcers had just done so solemnly. As the opening bars of '41's Class Song filled the auditorium, I experienced one thrill- ing moment that seemed to me to sum up the significance of the morning. Then 1941's banner went up the aisle abreast of Eastetn's Hag, a symbol of old traditions and new ideals. Yes, this was our day, a golden day. And, in wake of the gold and white, ever upward we are traveling. As a general leads his army, inspiring it with courage, honor, and hope, as a conductor directs his orchestra, pa- tiently, painstakingly, bringing out the best that is in it, so may we lead, not only in school but in later life! May we take our place be- side the classes that have preceded us and be able to say that we have truly done our best to make Eastern High School proud of the Class of 1941. Written jointly by ELEANOR MEGRAW, BAR- BARA SWINDELL, AND HELEN NICHOLSON

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Cywbfmcw If farm Every year there comes, with the appearance of Santa Clauses and holly and mistletoe downtown, and the fresh, woodsy scent ot pine- neeclles in the air, a change, a new bustling and excitement, in the halls of Eastern. Music class is devoted to the learning of Christmas carols, and tiny trees decorated with shining balls appear in the classrooms. At the same time there come to light some of the loveliest customs of our school. About a month before Christmas, each class selects a needy family to which baskets of food, clothing, and gifts will be sent. Soon after- ward the contributions begin to pour in. It is almost possible to tell by the smile on a girl's face whether she has her can of peas or loaf of bread or doll with her, for the happiness of sharing sheds a light over everyone. With pride and delight we watch our baskets grow and overflow. At the same time girls are making tarletan stockings and dressing dolls for the baskets, and the loving care that goes into the work somehow brightens the prospect of our own holidays, perhaps because it restores our faith in kindness and generosity when we are able to experience them ourselves. The holiday spirit shows itself in other ways, for after a while the blackboards begin to display the gayety of colored chalk, wielded by homeroom artists. Santa Clauses, holly wreaths, stockings hung by the chimney with care, cottages among snowy hills, all are interspersed with Christmas greetings. At last comes the day before the holidays, and with it the traditional