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

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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?

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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, 15 What is your name and address? I may be able to help you.” “Tf I don’t bring ten dollars home to- night they will beat me,” said Bessie try- ing to change the subject. “But your name,” he asked again im- patiently. “My n-na-name is,—Mary Smith,” stuttered Bessie. This last came out with a jerk, for she hadn’t thought to provide herself with a name in case any one should ask for it. “Well what is your address,” ques- tioned the young man suspiciously. “T must know that if you want me to help you.” “I don’t want you to help me,” cried the now terrified Bessie. With that she turned and fled down the street, and was out of sight before the astonished young man could move. “Well! Wouldn’t that beat all,” he ejaculated. Then turning to his chaffeur said, “Home James,” forgetting all about the business he had come down town in such a rush to attend to. Fifteen minutes later he entered his sitting room, flung himself into his fa- vorite chair, and began reading the novel he had so reluctantly put down an hour before, but some how it didn’t seem to interest him any more. The picture of a pathetic little dark haired girl, holding out her hand to him kept coming up be- fore him. Tinally he threw down his book, and began pacing the floor. “Dash it all,” he muttered to himself, “What made her run away?” He stop- ped in front of a long glass, scowled at himself and growled, ‘You old brute, you scared the poor little girl with all your questioning. You never do know when to keep that trap of yours closed.” “Maybe she will be there to-morrow,” he added hopefully, “I suppose I am foolish but—but she looked so small and help- less that I hate to think of her being Whipped to-night.” Bessie was greeted on her arrival home by a group of eager friends, all damoring to know how she had gotten along. She told them all of her day’s adventures, except the last one. The next day a very disappointed young man was seen, walking up and down a certain street down town. He seemed to be looking for some one: After waiting all the morning he mutter- ed that he might have known she wouldn’t show up; and called himself a fool. Bessie’s second day was not such a success as the first. She had been out only two hours when she noticed that a very grouchy looking policeman had been watching her for some time. She grew very uneasy, she knew she could be arrested for begging under false pre- tences, and just to think of the story the newspapers would write made her shud- der. Finally she decided that the few dollars she might earn would not be worth the risk, so she telephoned Bobbie to come and get her. The neXt evening Dorothy gave a dance for her cousin, who had just come home from the west. “T hope you will like him,” she said to Ressie between one of the dances.” “He used to be so jolly, but I met him yester- day and he looked as if he had lost his lest friend. Here he is now.” “Dick I should like to have you meet my dearest friend, Miss Hamilton,’— turning to Bessie—,“My cousin, Mr. Strachen.” i