Eastern High School - Orient Yearbook (Bay City, MI)

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was Easter and Sarah could hardly sleep from excite- ment. O, I wonder if he will like it, she said over and over. And jumped up from her bed a number of times, to see whether it was still there. Sarah was up bright and early the next morning, for the church was some distance away, and Sarah had to walk. As she neared the bridge 'she put her pin tightly into the hat, because it was windy. She had but a few more steps to take, when puff, came the wind and whizzed the hat through the air. Sarah was too dumbfounded to speak for a few seconds. Then she cried, Ol my! my bonnet, what will I do, help, some- one, help. Just then she felt a light touch on her shoulder, and looking back she saw Mr. Crumper, and she cried, Go get it, quick, you didn't even 'see it, did you ? and she sobbed as if her heart would break. Then Mr. Crumper bent forward and whispered: P Sarah, my picture was accepted and the dealer said to bring in all my others. I will get you a new bonnet and many others, if you will let me, Sarah. Sarah bowed her head and cared no more for the bonnet, for she had won something better. John M cLauglzlin, Pirate , By M ax Jacoby Oh, Johnny McLaughlin he sailed o'er the sea, For Johnny McLaughlin a pirate was he. He drank and he sang and he jeered and he sneered, And Johnny McLaughlin was by everyone feared. The captain gave orders to all men alike, But Johnny McLaughlin was ready to fight. He scowled and he growled, and he moved to the lee, To sniff the salt breezes from over the sea. One sunshiny day when all mates were gay, Oh, Johnny McLaughlin, on the deck he lay, Drunk as could be, with his head toward the lee, Still sniffling the salt breeze from over the sea. Ipage flfteenfl '-1251-DUO

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-l2l'l1-'PUC Pink and Grey Satin By Lenore Rutzen ' ' D EAR me l said Sarah as she sat by the low light- ed lamp. Such a mess, and all because of that old bonnet, too! I can't find a thing in this whole box scraps, fit for a bonnet. O! here is a piece, and she held up a piece of grey satin. The minister's wife had given Sarah a box of scraps of goods, for she thought that Sarah, the school mam, could make use of them. Sarah at once thought of making something she had .always longed for, an Easter bonnet. 'This is just the thing, said Sarah. O, and I know what I can do, I will take a piece of that pink I got for Christmas. I need a hat more than a waist anyhow. She slowly crossed the room and opening a drawer, drew out a package from which she took a piece of pink satin. She recrossed the room, held the two pieces to the light. Now, aren't they pretty, she whispered. I must go to bed now, and tomorrow evening I'll rip that old block off of my hat, and use the frame. The next day the children at school wondered what had happened to Miss Sarah Perkins, she was so pleased, and never even cast one disgusted look at Tommy, who was the worst child ever. 0n her way home that evening, Sarah met Mr. Crumper, the man whose one ambition was to become an artist. Good evening, Miss Perkins, said he. Why, how do you do, Mr. Crumper, have you that last picture finished yet ? No, not quite, but it will soon be ready. By the way, Mr. Crumper was very fond of Miss Perkins, but because he had not yet earned his fortune, nothing could be said of it to her. As he left her at the door she thought, I wonder if he will like my new bonnet, I must hurry and be sure to have it finished. So Sarah went to her room, and sewed and ripped and ripped and sewed and sewed, until the crown-which was of the pink, was nicely put on. Every night Sarah went to her room to sew, until the bonnet was finished, and it surely was pretty, with the pink top and grey bottom, and a pink rose right in front. The next day Ipage fourteenl

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'-l2l'11--WO Another shipmatie so bold and so queer, Had vowed to kill Johnny if it cost him an ear. He now saw his chance to put Johnny away, While all other shipmates were jolly and gay. He crouched up to Johnny as close as could he, And into his heart thrust his dirk silently, And Johnny McLaughlin with his head toward the lee, Passed away, still snitfling the salt breeze of the sea. Not for School but for Life We Learn By Verna Wfalker HEN we first enter High School we seem to con- tract the idea that we must study each lesson as- signed to us for the express purpose of reciting prop- erly to the teacher the next day. If we are given ma- terial outside our own text books to study, we are being severely punished. Of course, it never occurs to us that the reason we are given these subjects is for our own future welfare, that these lessons are for the broad- ening of our minds. As we grow older and pass from one grade to an- other, gradually taking on more and more knowledge of each and every subject that we present, we begin to realize especially as we get to our senior year, that all our study has not been for the teacher, but for our- selves. We learn that the primary aim of our High School education is a preparation for life, that the knowledge and mental training gained are invaluable. We have acquired a broader outlook, a deeper in- sight and a. better vision of the world, a new aim in life and an inspiration to win real success. As we go on and on and find before us immeasurable space of learning, we will see that our High School years have taught us the ,power to learn rather than knowledge, the habit of industry rather than idleness, an implicit faith in God and our fellow men, in years later we will look back and know we have learned not for school but for life. lpn ge sixteonzl