Eastern High School - Punch and Judy Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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D—lightful. Qh; I=s-a=a=c! Gee! but the boys certainly are com- plaining of the vacant feeling in their pockets. Chop Suey, please. Fine seats for next Saturday’s mati- nee, Some one said, “Ed is short, but sweet.” Oh, you Dot! Many boys were disappointed in the bazaar given by the new Ingram Mem- orial Church, on account of the absence of “pie” at the candy counter. Harrison has started a barber shop with Babcock as his first customer. Harrison got an E—in football. Warde said that on account of the crowded condition of the Martha Wash- ington candy store on Christmas Eve, he saved one dollar. Abstract from social news: “Among those in the box party were four Eastern Seniors, whose appearance after the matinee in one of Washington's finest Chinese restaurants, made it necessary to call out an extra detail of policemen to keep back the eager crowd. Their re- turn home was uneventful, except for the unexpected presence, in the car, of the member's brothers, who one of caused the other gentlemen much an- noyance by casting admiring glances at his beautiful companion.” And father doesn’t know it yet. Leland—What is the most narrow thing in the world—next to a girl? Parker—Me—next to a girl. Mr. Padgett—I wish my hair was as beautiful as yours, Miss Tegeler. Weaver, at the company feed, said: “Tam just as much pleased at receiv- ing this medal as if I didn’t receive it.” Oi course he didn’t mean it, Unger, Herbert, and Leland have been absent quite awhile on their sick leave. Defandorfi—“In these holes are mouses.” Who's the girl, Gravy? Cliff was stung quite frequently dur- ing the holidays with such excuses as the following: “I can’t go. Mother says I'll have to stay home to-day.” “I'd rather go to Chase's’ and “George is coming to dinner.” Fred and Mel Sanderson spent their holidays in the country to escape the tiresome effect of too much social life. Royall became very indignant at the allusions to the South in the “Hook- worm” speech, and spent a whole Satur- day morning in discussing the subject

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The Kasterner The annual dance given by the officers of Company F will be held at Mes Dyer's, 1517 R Street, Northwest, Fue day, February 11. The medal for the best drilled cadet to be held for a period of three weeks, was awarded to Cadet Taylor. , Sorrows of a Soldier Tt was a handsome Senior, Who stopped me on the street; I was quite proud to talk to him, He looked so very neat. But, though he wore a martial air, J knew he was in woe, And, giving me his confidence, He said in accents low: “T do not mind the drilling ; I love the uniform; The girls all think its killing ; I take their hearts by storm. “But while I drill the company, Though I receive respect, As soon as they’re dismissed from ranks, They start this song direct: “Oh, it’s stand erect upon your feet, And face the proper way; I'll teach ye how to soldier, If I keep you here all day.’” I gave him of my sympathy ; His frown became a smile; He tipped his hat and left me In true military style. And while it may be simply pride That makes it so appear, I feel that Eastern’s company Is far the best this year. To our Captain of Company F, 1909-10. Unpine Bascock, 3C. Johnny—Paw, what is the rest of the quotation, “Truth is mighty”? Father—Scarce, I reckon. 23 The Perfidy of Dr. Cook Ba SO) upon a summer day, a aoe a Doctor Cook and say, ii a He had found what men had sought, he Pole, where only cold was caught. And straightway all i i d y all the world did s ais man, who did so boldly raise sate Jur flag, and fling it to the breeze, At this, the top of earth and seas. And then, upon another day, So close as quite to take away One's breath, Lieutenant Peary came, The same discovery to claim. Tt was as if into a crowd A bomb were thrown, so fast and loud The tumult rose. And not a soul But asked which man had reached the goal. And then, from Copenhagen came Reports, which made Cook hide with : shame ; For never since the world began Had such a fraud been known to man. W. J. Mencert, 3B Ye sing of the days of heroes, When vikings ploughed the main; Of pirates bold in Southern seas— But ye utter these songs in vain. For they're gone and past recalling, And the present holds full sway ; And songs of a daring poleward dash Ring in our ears to-day. Into the frigid arctic zone; Into the cold ‘neath Northern Lights, Braving the things that strong men dread Through those silent e‘ernal nights. Doomed by self to this arduous search, Friend to none but the polar bear And midget men of alien race, These are the things explorers dare. All honor, then, to these brave men; The zenith rend with your praise, For they have dared and they have won, So sing not your ancient lays. W. Bascock, 3C.

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The Easterner with Mr. Wallis. He was finally con- vinced of its truthfulness after a feed lost debate. E Of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these, “I’ve flunked again.” Cliff—Did the monkey look human? C an? Mel—No; but he looked something like you. I suppose the presence of “Cash” in the physical laboratory accounts for its overcrowding by the boys, just after the holidays. In a recent debate some one argued that football should not be abolished, be- cause 4 per cent of the deaths in the United States were by suicide. When Dr. Spanhoofd asked who was the English scholar of the room, Miss McKnight was seen to raise her hand. “TI love an Ache, but oh you Payne!” Said by Toothie. Say, fellows, did you catch on the blue (persuade) shoes Payne wore to school one day? Ben Smith (translating Latin): “Meanwhile the Gauls, being recovered from their flight, came into the middle of the night.” Sales: “The next man at the bat knocked the ball over first baseman’s head into the hands of the shortstop.” Fitzhugh: “The course of true love never runs smooth.” Miss Southworth (entering study hall) was accosted several times in this man- ner: “Where is your nurse?” Miss Clark—Miss McAllister, will you please describe the castle of Torquil- stone ?” Miss McAllister—Oh, it was a great big place. The other day a young and ignorant “Freshy” was overheard to ask whether Dieserud was the editor of Tue East- ERNER. All of Hamill’s brightness is in the color of his socks. 25 To Parker ’ We have accidental insurance Co.’s That pay for many a harm; That come to mortals—broken toes, ; Broken legs and broken arms; But Won't it make the money go W hen clever cupid starts” An accidental insurance Co. lo pay for broken hearts? OsMAN VaARELA, Verses Found on the Christmas Tree I weigh two hundred; my name is Blanche ; is I lead all the boys a merry dance. Among my admirers, there’s Clifford, I know ; T always remember him as my hero. One night, on a straw ride, I decided to go. Alas and alack, how could I know That the horses would tire, the wagon break down, And that banks and ditches were lying around. It was so dark we could not see— Not a bush, or a hand, or an arm, or a tree. I fell down a bank (you may laugh if you care), But Clifford was there to do or to dare. He rushed to the rescue, my hero, so brave, Crying out loudly, “I’m coming to save!” Down the hill swiftly, and, then, in his arms, He carried me up, away from all harms. When we came to the top, there were not any sounds; All wondered how he carried two hun- dred pounds. But no longer I sigh for the heroes of old; No one, I am sure, could be more bold.