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

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THE EASTERNER. 13 MR. FOLEY. Ich wiste a man who comen oon a wyke, In al this town ne is ther him lyke Yo speke of physic and evere thing you name. And sooth to seye he knows of evere game, For a trainer and a great one was he Of men who live all over the countree. And evere reule seyeth he by rote, While clad in greene cappe and cote. This gentil man hadde in his gover- naunce The freshmen for to do his plesaunce. Lut sothe he is a worthy man with alle And sooth to seyn Bill Foley men him calle. Epwarp F. Lawson, 5-C. MR. SCHWARTZ. In Eastern ther techour, Heigh was a great Of all the Teutones he was the flour; He highte Schwartz, and trewely hated pones. Ful big he was of brawn and ekk of bones, Hiss sholders were a yerde brood, I gesse. He had no heer for to be hong in tresse, His heed was balled and shoon just as the sonne. Sc plesaunt was his “Warum” and “Was iste”, That streitway everychon it liste. He had a fyne disposicioun, And all around was held in heigh re- noun. E, ARMSTRONG, 5-C. Ther is in Easterne Highe a kinde man. He techeth al the Latyn which he can. !f owher findeth he a felawe good, Ile speketh Latyn, as if he were wood. A bettre person sholde men nought finde. . felawe hath non awe of him, so kinde is he, and Latyn speketh he ful righte. I trowe he met’th in Latyn al the nichte. A. WEnrR, 5-A. POPE. A knave was ther in Eastern, cleped Pope; In football was he alway on the tope, And whan a wight ron at him fulle straighte, He strecched out to all his fulle heighte, And grasped him about his legges tweye, And laid him doun as quicke as I it seye. This same wight was alway good and kynde; I thenke a bettre wight can ye ne fynde. Of this good knave can I tell yow namo, Except that he was daungrous to his fo. H. Dreservup, 5-C. THE SNOW STORM. A Satire. At least for forty times, I know The weather man has ordered snow; Eut old king Winter, grim and cold Has no more snow, it all is sold. ‘Lhe wind he has a plenty of He sends it to us with his love; and gentle Spring time, almost here The sunshine sends, our hearts to cheer. [sut we poor mortals here in town Who should be bearing Winter’s frown; Have all caught cold, perhaps will die, Lecause we heeded the weather-man’s cry. Bassett, 5-B.

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THE EASTERNER i2 Loteler and Richmond Brooks, Herbert [iradburn and Donald Preston, Main Sandoe, and George Bassett. The award of $2.50, given to those who brought in 500 votes or more, was won by Herbert Graves, Mitchell von Preissig, Donald Stewart, while that of $1.00 for those bringing in 200 votes or more was received by Albert Weber, Borden Put- nam, J. J. Brown, Clarence Steves and Miss Elise Clements. The following people received membership in the Ath- letic Association for one year: Norman Stockett, Egbert Armstrong, Herbert Pradburn, Donald Preston, George Bas- sett, Main Sandoe, Herbert Graves, Mit- chell von Preissig, Donald Stewart and Lorden Putnam. and At the supper given to the football team in the drill hall on December 14, the school had the unexpected pleasure ct the presence of Dr. Davidson and Mr. Henry P. Blair. The drill hall was charmingly decorated by the girls with Christmas greens, who also made the beautiful favors which were distributed. Misses Weisz, Tull, Cunningham. Graves, Buckingham, Naylor and Mrs. Huff deserve great credit for their work. Dr. Davidson, who presided in place of Dr. Small, who was too ill to attend, spoke to the boys immediately after the supper and then left as he had another engagement to fill. The team and the guests at the supper then went to the Assembly Hall where the “E’s” and numerals were awarded to the boys. Speeches were then made by Mr. Blair, Mr. Wallis, who had charge of the ceremonies of the evening, Mr. Weaver, captain of last year’s football team, Coach McCaffrey, Captain Cohill ard Manager Baker. All the members of the school were invited to attend the exercises in the Assembly Hall and everyone who availed himself of the privilege enjoyed them very much. The drill hall was then thrown open and all who wished danced until a late hour, COMP’NY “F”, 1. Of all the comp'nies in the town In south and east and west; ; The one to make all schools bow down, Is Eastern’s Comp'ny “F”, Just wait ‘til ‘nauguration day, And then you'll see the show; When Eastern High goes marching by The folks will all bow low. nN They're drilling for it now, they say, On Eastern’s campus ground; And Captain Baker looks quite grand A ‘leading them around. 4 We won the drill in 1902; We had a fine comp'nee. Last year, the boys were feeling blue, Because of Camp’ny “C.” 5. We almost won the drill last spring, Our drilling, it was fine, But when the boys began to shoot. They shot all out of time. 6. We'll win the drill this year all right, If efforts count at all. Four hours a week they spend at drill— The short, the fat, and tall. 7- O! when we go to see the drill, Then we sha’nt be surprised, When Comp’ny “F” receives the flag And we hear other’s sighs.

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THE EASTERNER fs) “But suppose someone recognize c asked the pretty little dark haired girl, who sat in the middle of a group of Inughing and chattering friends. Bessie was just home from a trip abroad, and during her absence her friends had formed a club for the bene- fii of the children’s hospital. Of course she wanted to join, but she would have to be hazed first, and this was what had brought that dismayed ejaculation from her lips. “We will ix you up so no one will know you,” said Dorothy, who seemed t be the spokesman of the party, “Bob- bie will take you down town in his auto, and come back for you at six o'clock.” Then, as she saw Bessie hesitate, she said, “I know it will come out all right. We all have done it, and have had a great degree of success so far. Besides who would think of a millionaire’s daughter begging.” “How long will I have to beg?” asked Bessie, the dismayed look creeping over her face. “Only two days,” answered Dorothy. “You may take your choice between working in succession, or of skipping a day in between.” : s m6,” Bessie at once chose the latter, because she said she would need a rest in between to rest. The next morning at the ap- pointed time, Bessie crept down a back stairway all ready for her day's work. She made a very pathetic picture stand- ing there, wearing a ragged black dress, which must have been very preity in it's early history. Her hair hung down her back in two thick braids, she had smear- ee THE BEGGAR’S CLUB ed dirt on her hands and face, to make them look grimy, and altogether she looked like a poor little child, who had no one to take care of her, When she got down town and saw her car whiz out of sight she felt like runn- ing home as fact as she could. But, no she couldn't do that and have all fhe girls look at her as a failure. So gather- ing up all her courage she walked timiq- ly up to a man who was coming hurried- ly towards her. “Won't you,”—she began, but the man gave her a blank stare and walked on, She tried again, but met with no better success. A little discouraged she waited for a few minutes. Finally she saw a kind looking old man coming down the street. “Won't you give me some money? My mother and father are dead, and I havn't had anything to eat for twelve hours.” (She got up too late to eat her breakfast). “Poor child, poor child,” said the kind old gentleman with tears in his eyes, “[ have a granddaughter your age at home,” and dropping a silver dollar in her hand turned away before Bessie could thank him. After that she had bet- ter luck. The church bells were just ckiming six, and Bessie had started up the street towards the corner appointed for her to meet Bobbie, when an auto- mobile came up. A handsome young man jumped out and paused as Bessie came tmidly towards him holding out her hand. She was just about to begin her little plea when he said: “How does it happen that a child like you is obliged to beg on. the streets?